Reservoir Dogs

Fuck -- shit is real right here

Roc-A-Fella, L-O-X, taking the streets over motherfuckers

Don't get it twisted

Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass

With no mask, look at the camera like what?

Yeah I did it, like them sick white boys the court committed

To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm looking for a deal

If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids

I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bids

And walk the streets up in NY like I don't fucking care

If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs

Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

But wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building

'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skiing, while you keep warm at corner stores

I make it hot, flooding your block, the best way

Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray

As I get roasted looking at Biggie posted on my wall

Taking shots of Louie 'til I fall

Nutting to lose, just load the clip up in the groove

And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear Big moved

My team, you would think was on Thorazine

How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now

Pick out a quiet town and tie it down

Make niggas lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now

Beanie Mac, I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats

Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps

Bag enough coke to last a few weeks

In case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?

Until you have me, test my aim?

Y'all niggas nuts, like testicles

Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule

Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walking

Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparking

Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparkling

Cop off the lot never see me at the auction

Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawking

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin

Not trying to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct

Eating cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend

Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box

Come down on appeal then I'm killing your pops

You feeling The LOX, nigga why you grilling The LOX

If this rap shit don't work niggas still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family

Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami

Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper

Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag

You gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it

Lot of cats still trying to study my last bounce

Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat

Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat

Don't matter if I'm opening up, or headline

Doing the speed limit or pushing red lines

Six months in the county or fed time

I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga

Ever had beef with, son is a bastard

Anytime I spit, spit acid, L-O-X

Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was coming

You wouldn't listen

You tried to play me like a joke?

Now who got the last laugh?

Now take these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit

So many niggas on my nuts I thought I lost my dick

Picture me falling off, I'm camera shy

Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm sonning your crew

I fuck to win, y'all niggas coming to lose

Something to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off

I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off

Ain't nutting for me to bust a trey off

Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off

Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews

Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch

Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with

I'm a mil stacking nigga who pull quick, still packing

For you Phil Jackson niggas on that Bull shit

I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are

I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car

I don't care about your block and whoever you shot

I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked

I'm too busy lighting 'dro with a whole lotta hash

Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas

Shooting backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hopping in your casket

Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you

Tell the whole world I'm spitting, let 'em know the shells hit you

I tell niggas quick, suck dick and get a Glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock

I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven

You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me

I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella

Screaming (what the fuck) spending mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause we cock them hammers

Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma

Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta

Crossed up in a drop, I popped up the antenna

Whoa. watch your manners when my veins pop like Scanners

Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon

Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed

Get brain in the four dot six Range

Shit mayne, switch lanes

Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch, flipped big 'caine

Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain

Muh'fuckas is nodding and throwing up, you know that

You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak, man

Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more

I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law

How the fuck you gon' stop us with your measly asses?

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga

Multiple cars and divas with D-Classes

Iceberg sweats with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beatch! What the fuck, ya heard me? Hahahaha

Put some more beat on that joint