sheek louch

lox!

what's ya name again? donnie g (d-block!)
who else wit' you, fam? (s-p!)
wave the ruger at these haters

this new york rap, who else wit' you? (al qaeda)

don-don, .38 revolve in the brown bag

money in the pocket, when i walk, my pants sag
in and out of town, that's why the god look jet-lagged
sheek's still bangin', i ain't wavin' the red flag

the curse of bin laden, boats don't float across
his ghostly bones said ?rise up with green moss?
uh, smoke blowin' on a weave

audie on the sleeve, louis vs in the breeze
condos in miami, i ain't even use the keys
women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves

cash and big guns, be wit' them ogs
levis, white ups, city lab tees
nick said ?nate, the yanks gotta bring it home? (new york!)

them dirty harrys sittin' on me, all chrome
public enemy, welcome to the terrordome
this uk money, my phone stay home, i roam

safety on glock, ice on rock
i rep biggie since rick ross reppin' pac


styles p

i don't like too many rappers, or ^!$$%s

if you see me talkin' to cowards, it's all figgas
gotta be ready to die to war wit' us
yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of more wit' us

chop it up, bag it up, set it up
i got a problem on the strip, i'll wet it up
i could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up

talkin' to the pilot on the palm, then a senator