(feat. The Lox)

[Intro/Chorus: The Lox]


Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty

Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me


[The Lox]
Yo what's beef to you, three ^!$$%z with hoodies and bats

That ain't %#@! compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathin, eatin, the whole situation

When we do our %#@! we do our %#@! for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill

I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot %#@!
Rock top %#@! you know how The Lox get
Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley @@#!pit

Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
^!$$%z under the stairs only understand what we got

Underground, all above must get shot
You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
to all y'all, what ^!$$% bring it I'm callin y'all


You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch

Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this !@$)got a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints

Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams

Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
Lox and Poppa, turning ^!$$%z into Jim Hoffa

Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper
You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds
Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head

And I solemnly swear
That all y'all ^!$$%z out there got a problem this year


[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[The Lox]

Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
The flow like water get deepe and you drown
with no soul, many ^!$$%z roll with no dough

Even the small Dunn got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
^!$$%z is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth

There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it got money you better get with it

My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the pies

Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor

Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a !@^%

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the $#&@ wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze

You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, !@#^yzin, my size and your size and
realizin, a fist fight would be asinine

You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up

We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar ^!$$%, life ain't sweet

Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like

my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
$#&@ around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin promos
Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'

Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'

[Chorus: repeat til fade]