[Styles]
It's sorta like the Holy Trinity...
I'ma say...
I say it's like three different guns you f***in faggots
Get shot three different ways
Matter fact, make that six different ways
Gun in the chamb b****
None of why'all betta
[Primo scratch twice]-- Jadakiss-- "ain't none of why'all betta"
If it is name it
We'll squash you, ASAP, feel it

All I know, n****s give me all my dough
Like Boston George comin through with all my blow
Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet
F*** this hit the pound on my ?pinal? and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans
'cause I still rob n****s for coke
Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dope
I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Like Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, f*** it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherf***er 'cause a corpse don't talk [no doubt]
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, b****

[Primo scratches]--- Jadakiss- "ain't none of why'all betta..."
Sonja Blade- "what why'all know about..." Styles P- " put in my work..."
Sheek- "on the block..."
Jadakiss- "ain't none if why'all betta..." Styles P- "but you know it's all real..."
Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!"
Jadakiss- "ain't none of why'all betta..." Sonja Blade- "what why'all know about..."
Styles P- "put in my work..." Sheek--- "on the block..."
Jadakiss- "ain't none of why'all betta..." Styles P- "bet you know it's all real..."
Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!"
Jadakiss- "ain't none of why'all betta..."

[Sheek]
Let's get it poppin my n****
Load the tech up and go shoppin my n****
and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store
You know what the f*** I want, bricks of raw
and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year
If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there
If it means grabbin your kids out daycare
Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed
It's Sheek Louch, I ain't got no heart
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark
I put 28 holes through the icy car
F*** around, like the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's
LOX motherf***er, the OX motherf***er
The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherf***er
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherf***er, what

[Primo scratches]
[Jadakiss]
Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners love to pump the bomb
They know no fair ones, now n****s'll jump they moms
You god, minus the 12 disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles
If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do
and everybody gon' follow me now
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It f***s me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried
You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherf***er
In my block still doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?

[Primo scratches]

Writer : PHILLIPS, JASON T/JACOBS, SEAN D/STYLES, DAVID
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing