[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Slow down, Lox shit killing them
Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them
Yeah, slow down, Lox shit killing them
Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them
Yeah, slow down, Donny, you killing them
Yeah, slow down, Ghost, you killing them
Yeah, slow down, Kiss, you killing them
Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them

[Verse 1: Styles P\]
I don't write rhymes, I write novels
I’ve been doing dirt since [?] bottles
Kingpin dreams, [?]
N***as change colors like the [?] on the [?]
Yeah I'm talking [?] get up on this new shit
Automatic tray pound, you ain't gon’ do shit
Still getting money, having talks where the roof is
You don't want your head by the tire of the coupe [?]
All my n***as bounce off the wall like [?] sticks
Now you wanna [?] my style like a [?]
Know we get stupid, [?] troopers
Bricks in the whip, can't arrest the shooter
Yeah, fuck around [?] door
Bricks harder than The Thing in Fantastic Four
Donny [?] and Ghost
[?] been made [?]
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Don white T, [?]
Weather getting nicer, I think I'll do the viper
Hat low, yanky logo, passing[?]
Sour vanilla [?]
Feeling like the 80's, ladies, Heavy D and the boys
She like [?]
Hurting them, bezzle all black, [?]
Had crack around when Mary J was messing with Case
10 thousand first time I walked in [?]
Met Ruff and Cam, before I ever heard of a Mase
Now listening to Soulja Boy in my son's room, playing with my soldier toys
G.T.O.'s, still want a B.P.M. [?]
Give me head, ma, I ain't that friendly
Yeah, listen, if Puff signed the Lox back, it’s more money, more Ciroc, another house close to the shack

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I’m O.T. with cocaine, hugging the rattison
I'm lying to the politics though, Governer Patterson
Bank account like Timbaland, it got fatter
Heard we was cooking it up, we got [?]
This is for the bassheads, up north, n***as in the weight shed
Whoever doing the thing, they hate feds
Slickest of the spitters, free agent in the off season
It’s either gon' be the Nicks or the Clippers
Rapping like a dealer, you need to get a Snickers
I know the mortition, I make your funeral the sickest
Yeah, I'm still grimey, in the hood, you can find me
Never had one wack verse since the 90's
That about makes me the lead boss
Don’t make me squeeze off, 2K 10 with the T golf
As far as the resume, you know what we've done
Tell every ghetto in America, you know where we from
I love it
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Slow down, Lox shit killing them
Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them
Yeah, slow down, Lox shit killing them
Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them
Yeah, slow down, Donny, you killing them
Yeah, slow down, Ghost, you killing them
Yeah, slow down, Kiss, you killing them
Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them