Yo, you can't fake it
 Life's only what you make it
 Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
 Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit
 Found his body, in the projects, naked
 I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now
 I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town
 With my eyes on a couple of guys
 With their eyes on a couple of pies
 Cause I will survive
 Brains, is the key to the game
 If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun?
 If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some
 'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun
 Streets be where Lox get their props from
 Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com)
 A worldwide message, I try to express it
 The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish

 Chorus (Kelly Price)
 I wanna thank you, heavenly Father
 For shining your light on me
 It's been a long time
 Since I had someone to love me
 I owe my thanks to thee

 (Styles)
 They never expressed, that life's a part of death
 They never go there, but you can blow here
 The 25 to life and greens from below
 Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed
 Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough
 you was out yesterday, stressing a better way
 Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings
 And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul."
 Watch the honeys check your style
 Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase
 They only see ice, not me, under the surface
 What's the purpose? I just, go my way
 Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way
 Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life
 Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright
 It's plain to fight, but different to shoot
 And might do it
 If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot.

 Chorus (Kelly Price)

 (Sheek)
 Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street
 Holding heat
 It's them same crooked niggas
 Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word
 Buying beats is like copping grams
 Niggas got too many scams
 To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans
 That's aiight, though
 'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block
 Watch us turn nothing into nitro
 And we don't mingle
 'Cause none of us don't really know you
 From the heart, we never talk to strangers
 So why start?
 Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit
 I watch wild niggas blow
 See how plush shit can get
 But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast
 We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme
 If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap
 Would you still be my man
 And pass your bottle to my hand
 Would I be in the rain
 While you pass me in the Land
 Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan
 To get next to me and possibly sex me
 Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi
 Money'll never amount to respect, B
 And you don't wanna test me
 'Cause God blessed me.

 Chorus (Kelly Price)
 And I know
 I know that it could not happen without you
 I know it could not happen without you