[Featuring 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 niggaz with hoodies and bats

That ain't shit 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 shit we do our shit 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 shit

Rock top shit you know how The Lox get

Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit

Life's a B-I, hold I cliqua down for years

Gang not, but we been had our black tears

Niggaz 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 nigga 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 faggot 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 niggaz 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 swea