Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z f Beanie Sigel, The LOX, Sauce Mon - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life

[Sheek]
Fuck -- shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers
Don`t get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
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`m spaz like I`m on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for 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 ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? 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
when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they`ll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie 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 cost-ing

[Beanie Sigel]
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it`s time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it`s best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it`s hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

[Jadakiss]
Now if I kill you I 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 hardhat
Don`t matter if I`m openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin 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.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin
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

[Sauce Money]
You motherfuckers is sick, don`t think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz 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 stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y`all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
Ain`t nuttin 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 meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin

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And walk the streets up in ? ? 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 when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way Professionally, they`ll find poison in your X-Ray As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall Takin shots of Louie 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 cost-ing [Beanie Sigel] Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it`s time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz nuts, like testricles Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule Perhaps it`s best for you, to keep on walkin Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin Cop off the lot never see me at the auction Pint of Bacardi darken, when it`s hawkin Out on the strip, until I reach the margin Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans [Jadakiss] Now if I kill you I 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 hardhat Don`t matter if I`m openin up, or headline Doin the speed limit or pushin 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. Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you the pain was comin 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 [Sauce Money] You motherfuckers is sick, don`t think Sauce the shit So many niggaz 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 stunnin your crew I fuck to win, y`all niggaz comin to lose Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off Ain`t nuttin 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 meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin Нравится песня? 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