You in the circle line, what's wrong
 Ain't your yacht out yet
 Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?)
 Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
 Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
 LOX, when we ball it's paper view y'all
 Straight movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy
 Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit
 For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get sprayed
 It's the (?), as a nail but on point though
 I blast up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ah
 LOX, in total control and power
 And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours
 But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the logic
 My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet
 As long as L-O-X keep giving you what you need
 We gonna take it there nigga, as we proceed

 [Jadakis]
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 [Jadakis]
 Yo, you already know what I'm here for
 Therefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care for
 Holdin' down this foundation, Mister Jason
 Balled head baby face and I stay laced and
 When you pay good you play good
 I'ma get this money while these fake thugs stay low
 And why wouldn't I be stackin' Franks
 Fifteen in the clip while you packin' shanks
 (?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real niggas
 The little kids still dig us
 Next time be careful who you bring drama to
 Speaker phone in the Suburban with (?)
 Pad lock, filled to the top and everything
 We ain't gonna stop
 We just going to squeeze through your glock
 Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup with
 No trouble all my niggas bubble like goose
 Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin'
 But now I can drop twenty-five on the piece
 Butt in axe duels with whoever
 Who you kidding, back to back
 Like cream on the other side of Clinton
 Shock treatment for the cats who can't freak it
 I keep it dusted thats why they always try to leak it
 But peep it, that weed shit you can keep it
 We trying to sell all the real units we can eat with

 [Styles]
 Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitch
 Focus on life and niggas that run thick
 Like a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal
 This chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull
 Fucking with the guiani's and the moles
 When the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool
 Our pigment is just for figment
 You never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramid
 This is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?"
 Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block
 Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and Wops
 Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops
 Same shit, where you at, but where "you" at?
 I got my first felony, holding a gat
 And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks
 Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe
 We ain't positive, but we ain't negative
 The cops got guns, and they dont like us where we live
 Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my toast
 Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dope
 You think it ain't real, until you caged in
 And you can't hit a feel, you keep the rage in
 Cuz you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin'
 And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girls
 But they keep them on the pill, a dog where you at
 Cuz the honey is tight ill, everything is real