I've been too nice, too muthafuckin long
 Yeah, it's definately time I get nasty
 [Goin' be some shit]

 Sheek:
 Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
 Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
 First y'all industry niggas shut the fuck up
 Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
 Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
 I stop the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
 I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
 And y'all niggas kill me with that Windy Williams shit
 Well see a playa (?), swear a nigga Puff jerkin niggas money
 Something ain't right, them niggas ain't got no whips
 Where they rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more chips
 Shit y'all doin nothin, I can buy a (?) for a bitch
 Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married
 We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
 Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at that
 Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bitches on jacks
 That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn
 That's why many of these younger brothers don't go on that turn
 As for y'all MC's, whoever write your rhymes
 Might as well hold your microphone, thats how I feel if it ain't your own
 But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your
 sixteen balls
 Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours
 Y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the fuck up

 Chorus:
 Shut the fuck up
 [Hot damn]
 (Goin be some shit)

 Sheek:
 Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo I pump up, get big walk through the party jig
 Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid
 No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from Lox
 You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks
 The freaky one, mom said I was soon to be done
 Because I sexed more, and my career's yet to begun
 But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
 So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
 Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff showed me the better things in life
 And how to live phat like Biggie, so I present my shit like that
 Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, part time job
 Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs
 Caught slippin almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
 Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he spit around I'm like, whoa!
 I guess it was God that pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo
 And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
 Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now they better
 (?), wha

 (Chrous)

 Sheek:
 Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been ConAir, everytime we fly but we don't jack shit
 We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic, gats plastic
 Now thats sweet, unditected, so when I walk through the scanners it don't beep
 I hear fuck Sheek, fuck the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they signed to Bad
 Boy
 Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if i'm gettin jerked I'm still
 seein noise
 Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms
 So I sit and (?) like a bitch, Lox in Cancun
 Up in daddios fuckin wild hoes, the groupy chicas
 So fuck y'all, we paid y'all (..?..), we train hard continuously, cause we
 smart
 I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't stop til one of us
 depart
 With one through the heart, but even then that won't stop us
 Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from
 arthritis
 In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your website like spiders
 Old and gray we're still the same Lox you can't divide us, wha

 (chorus