text: Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece
  You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece!
  Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time!
  Id rather not breathe than snitch
  And I love my niggas not my bitch, LOX pop the clip
  If the rap game was the dope game
  I be a chink named Liu Kang, sellin Montega on my own plane
  Movin with, entrepreneurs, who run the law
  Coke sniffin bitches holdin fours, talkin war
  Back to reality my mentality is fatality
  Niggas makin way over they salary
  I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out
  Thugs meetin up in one city to have a spray out
  Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out
  Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit
  Ayo Styles dont exist, so a cell aint shit
  Jail aint shit, Godll just teach me quick
  If they put me in a cell then my ghostll drift
  Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Pop the gat, aim, squeeze precisely
  Where them niggas at? Them faggots are sheisty
  See the problems that, you way too nice, please
  Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be
  Dont be like me, hard-headed, and stubborn
  When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn
  You got one turn, I suggest you show
  Me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo
  Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm
  Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms
  When I was born, I know I make the world darker
  The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya
  Like Bob Barker, if the price is right
  Lay your ass down for spite, anybody, aight?
  Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps
  To Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts, what!
  I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me
  Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
  Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me
  Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
  Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin shit for you, try God
  Cause after one in your cabbage you as good as retard
  Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you
  Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end
  Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz
  While yall still fuckin with them twins from Flatte
  Im out in Vegas, tryin to strip Stacey Dash
  Fuck police talk black, I dont do shit in New York
  Too many super cops nigga, you can have these blocks
  And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos
  Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche
  And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse
  Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end
  You know it be the Kiss, grantin your last wish
  Everybody wanna know who The LOX is
  Cause we aint spittin nuttin out but that hot shit
  Burnin trees, sippin Mo, eatin lobsters
  Up in the oriental joint, usin chopsticks
  Soon we gon rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados
  Then all yall players gon hate us
  Cause everything we do stay gettin overlooked
  Now yall be shook cause you dealin with real crooks
  I cant lie for a while yall cats was on us
  But now, if you cant beat us, join us
  We tryin to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei
  In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters
  Black M5 with the headers
  Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers
  Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh