Reservoir Dogs

Yo, shut the fuck up 'fore I blast, and ban from TV yo' ass

With no mask, look at the camera like "What?"

Yeah I did it, like a sick white boy in a cult committed

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

Drop a hundred bars fo' real, like I'm lookin 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 biz

I walk the streets of N.Y. like I don't fuckin' 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

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 in corner stores

I make it hot, floodin' yo' block, the best way

Profesh-lay, no foul poison in yo' X-Ray

As I get roasted, lookin at Biggie posted

On my wall, takin shots of Louis 'til I fall

Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove

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

My team, you would think was on Thorazine

How we floss, and don't give a fuck what it's costin', what?

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

Pick out a quiet town, and tie it down

Make niggas lie 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 fives, a six, a few Jeeps

Bag enough coke to last a few weeks

Case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name, and test my game

Until you had 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 walkin'

Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparkin'

Platinum prezzie, bezzie, stay sparklin'

Cop off the lot, never see me at the auction

Pint of Bacardi Dark 'n', when it's hawkin'

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin

Not tryin to meet the sergeant, at the precinct

Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend

Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

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

Come down on appeal, then I'm killin' your pops

You feelin' the lox?

Nigga, why you grillin' 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 dawg, 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 the bag, you gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin' 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 hard hat

Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headlinin'

Doin' the speed limit, or pushin' red lines

Six months in the county or fed time

I'mma 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 Rydin, ya 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!

Uh, y'all motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit

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

Picture me fallin' off? I'm camera shy

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

What's the difference?

Either way I'm sonning y'all crews

I fuck to win, y'all niggas comin' 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 nothin' 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 like crews

Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heat wave bitch

Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with

I'm a mil-stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'

For you Phil Jackson niggas on that bullshit

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

I don't care about the pretty bitch, watch or 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 lightin' 'dro with a whole lot of hash

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

Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ryde or Die nigga, hoppin' in yo' casket

'Bout to go to hell wit'chu, blow the L wit'chu

Tell the whole world I'm spittin', 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

A Ruff Rydin' Poppafella for Roc-A-Fella

What the fuck?

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

Cropped up in a drop or 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 thangs, big chains, ain't shit changed

Get brain in the four dot six Range

Shit mayne, switch lanes, every time I hit switch lanes

Bitch flip big 'caine, flow with no cut

You take it in veins to the brain

Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up

You know that, you don't wanna owe that man

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

Got a, 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 E-ZPasses

Nigga, multiple cars and divas with D-classes

Iceberg sweater with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beotch!

What the fuck?

You heard me?

Put some more beat on that joint!