[Intro: Funkmaster Flex]
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!

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I'd rather not breathe than snitch
And I love my n***as 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
N***as 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 don't exist, so a cell ain't shit
Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick
If they put me in a cell then my ghost'll drift
Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop the gat, aim, squeeze precisely
Where them n***as at? Them faggots are sheisty
See the problem's that, you way too nice, please
Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be
Don't 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!
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
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

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
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 y'all still fuckin' with them twins from Flatte
I'm out in Vegas, tryin' to strip Stacey Dash
Fuck police talk black, I don't do shit in New York
Too many super cops n***a, 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

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
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 ain't 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 y'all players gon' hate us
'Cause everything we do stay gettin' overlooked
Now y'all be shook 'cause you dealin' with real crooks
I can't lie for a while y'all cats was on us
But now, if you can't 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