The LOX [Rap]

This is the north part of Yonker
Their home
A whole world all to itself
You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here
It might as well be 3,000 miles away
Over there, that's Alexander Street Precinct
The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood
It was around 1997
L-O-X was the sound of the street
(*short clip of a song by the Lox*)
Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then
Was the time then
Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield
For the heavyweight title
Tyson was that nigga, word up
Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot
To watch the fight on pay-per-view
That's Gettys Square
That's where everything went down at
I'll talk to y'all about that later
Over there
That's the hill
That's where we got rated at
Cops battling
A little red house
59, Chestnut Street, second floor
That's the lookout store
Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot
All you would here is...

* If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty let me know
We can get together, we can do whatever
But you cant get no dough

Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down
tryin' to figure out how I lookin'perso-nal, Baby
forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks
the three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga
we look at things through the big lens, big picture
big Benz we try and make CEO ends,
the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
Cristal niggas, ya'll finesse this quick style niggas
you didn't love me when my name was Sean
Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on
but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta love the ways females play
Quickly use a neglige to getta get-away
Five stars where the willies stay, and Sheek pay for nothing
but thats what ya'll herbs get for frontin'
I spend wild chips gettin' drunk up in the China
Club, while you up in Skate Key wit a minor

I know she wit it, I betta brick I could hit it
Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British
Ice Berg shirts with Ice along with it
turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted
but honey got alot of jazz, You gotta philly
You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag
Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice
my thug style made her cat moist
that's the realest shit I heard, that's my word
Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserves
I put her on the hole in Jerz, rockin' furs
different ways to speak without using words
And even though she proper I still gotta drop her
Cuz Sheek dont like her, had a dream that he shot her
I cant buy you ascotta, you get nada
I'm the bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter

* Repeat

They was never mine for me to dump em
its just like checkers, after they make a move then I jump em
It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real,
every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips
And guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gon' melt right in your mouth
not in your hand, You know that you aint my girl
I'm not your man
But do you still wanna lick me?
or is cause I'm a six figgy niggy, and I know Biggie
and I dont mess with no fat ladies
but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby
PJ slide to tha mo like that
with this honey named trout cuz she blow like that
and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin'
cuz if you really dig then let me know something

* Repeat

(extra verse of album "If You Think I'm Jiggy" by the Lox)
It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3 on 3
Heard a freak ask Sheek "Big Luch why don't you pee on me?"
And her friend is tellin' Jay "I hold a key on me."
And I'm laughin' to myself, I got a key on me
And they friend in my ear like Lean On Me
Told her to get some bare backs and cream on me...

Yeak Sheek holler to these mommies "Ven aqui..."
Gas 'em up easily and take 'em home with me
Who respect this, can't keep her hands off my necklace
If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list...

This goes out to all ya'll
There's too many names to call but ya'll know who ya'll are
See me at the bar all eyes on the R...
O-L to the E-X, sip the Henny and VS
112 sex styles baby, maybe we can fall in the L.O.X. files
You betta believe we all scorin', yeah
We can dance all night and do whatever all mornin'...ha ha...yeah...

* Repeat(x2)

[Jadakiss]
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans
If anybody in the fam gets pinched
Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench
Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench
Now let's roll out and get that paper retho
It might look easy but it's not sweet though
It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo
This is real life this ain't no TV show
Word up- backed out
With the macs out
'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot
22 Dilinger a piece for the boot
Couple of bombs
Remote for the alarms
Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s
Me and Styles wasn't blunted
Must be your point to deal with money
Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny
I hopped in one son hopped in the other
Word to mother both trucks burn rubber
Figure we could blanff with a mil or two
In a tentacle
I pulled up behind chemical
Doors locked Styles left the other one
Down four blocks it's on now ready or not

[Styles]
Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch
Split for nothing
You get the same you hit the button
Before we hit the safe
Where's the videotape
Gotta look it in the face- forget it
I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
Money and death- what you pick?
And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
Money is paper and the banks built bricks
All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip
I couldn't be hit
Cuz I didn't feel shit
So I duck into cover
Yell for my brother
I yell yo

[Jadakiss]
Then I yell yo back
You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks
Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!"
We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
Damn, nigga better get the Captain
Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain
Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
Area surrounded parking lot packed in
Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in
But you know I'm going out in a blast
With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H
And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
I pull the pin

(Lil Kim)
See I believe in money, power, and respect.
First You get the money.
Then you get the muthafuckin, power.
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

(Sheek Louchion)
Ayo my whole clique bout it, bout it.
We take yours while you pout about it.
Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it.
You could see me on optimum TV.
Go in your bathroom turn the light out. Scream!
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3.
Sheek ain't your usual friend.
About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end.
I'm done wit' ice and charms.
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone.
Pull up wit' class on the don'.
Once I meet em' I greet em'.
Kiss his feet for freedom.
Tell em' thank you lord.
Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored.
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek.
So I can make this album.
And get back the cats that's weak.
Two thirty, six two.
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs. a pitbull.
Gun, know clip full, keep hunger.
And plan for the future, cuz you figure
you gon' be older
way longer than you gon' be younger.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
It's the key to life.

(Styles)
Only time could tell how the clock ticks.
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage.
Two personalities check the posture.
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils.
You think of death but the life seem scary.
I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'.
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds.
Twenty five thousand a piece.
Fuck streets!
Tryin' to own the island.
Forget about wilin'.
Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'.
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'.
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English.
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' em rich.
Come back. Private jet
live on set.
If you could shit gold like you split the decks.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

(Jada Kiss)
Yo nutin' but the hotness.
Whenever we drop this.
Monotonous for ya'll to keep hatin',
cuz ya'll never gon' stop us.
I keep my rocks spotless,
and my hoes topless.
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is.
Fear no one.
Kick rhymes like Shoguns.
You scared to blow one.
Get robbed wit' your own gun.
If I don't respect you I'm ah check you.
And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you,
right before I wet' chu.
I sneeze on tracks an' bless you.
I'm special.
And if you like workin' out,
then I'm gon' stretch you.
Husslin' is dead but we still get red.
Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread.
And ya'll said my monies spent.
But it's in the Bent'.
So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent.
For my story, self-explanatory
that I'm the hottest thing on the street.
An' yall ain't got nutin' for me

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

(DMX)
Arf, arf.
This is a beat that I can freak to
just drop the reals.
Plus a nigga wit' the ill.
Ya'll niggas know my skills.
Ass from the grills get em' up,
split em' up, wet em' up.
And watch em' come get em' up,
Set em' up.
When you do dirt, you get dirt.
Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt.
Step back like I did worse.
This ain't no fucking game.
You think I'm playin, till you layin.
To where? The junkyard decayin'.
Mom's at home prayin'
that chu comin' home.
But chu not, cuz you sittin up in the trunk
startin to rot.
And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby.
It's goin' down baby.
Git the full pound baby.
And let off up in a nigga,
especially if he think he bigga'
than my muthafuckin' trigga'.
Did I?
Can I get my?
Is it gone?
DMX represent for one time.
It's on.

(Chorus [Lil Kim])
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Help you sleep at night.
You'll see the light.
It's the key to life.
Money, power, and respect.
Whatchu' need in life.
Money, power, and respect.
When you eatin' right.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.
Money, power, and respect.

(Puff talking)
Why they always talking about money?
Cause we like money bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
L-O-X and we won't stop
Bad Boy, I'm a show you how we get this money

(Stylez)
You can't take this
Players hate this
Rainbow glow
European bracelet
Made his mouth drop, now he need a face lift
Mommies run up on me and ask me to taste it
Hand on my crotch
Got to be the sales or the band on my watch
Damn I'm so hot!
They call me arrogent
While you slide with seven mommies in a Caravan
You start traveling
I'll make you a believer
Hotter in the club getting brain from a diva
Leave with a beezer
Black Cadillac riding with an old geezer
With ten different hustles so every foe sees us
No reason
We just peas in a pod
trying to get the paper
We the g's in the lot
Long as the water boil we bound to keep it hot
It's gon' be turmoil if you thinking that it's not

Chorus x2
(Puff)
I'm a show you how you get this money (Make it hot)
I'm a show you how you get this money (Don't stop)
I'm a show you how you get this money (I fucks wit you)
I'm a show you how you get this money (Get money)

(Jadakiss)
Three fly cats that get money with go gimmicks
Y'all just so timid
My soldiers be no limit
What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis
And riding out till the Coast Guard come and get me
Beat that!
Me, Stylez, and Sheek be like 4, 5, 6 so no matter what you roll you
can't beat that
Who you know could take an old record and flip like Puff?
From small clubs to arenas
Who flip like us?
Everytime they pull up
Whips be plush
Chicks be tough
Bad Boy, Hits R Us
Back it's me, West Indies
Slimmy
Me and Kimmy
And I taught her how to say, "May I have a steady gimme"
I ain't bustin cause we picked up them joints you tossed
Y'all was hot until The Lox came and cooled y'all off
It's the Kiss
Are you hearing me?
I think I'm blessed lyrically
Mad rappers with three LP's sill fearing me

Chorus x2

(Sheek)
You see, we bounce on tracks like bas-ketball
And bust down songs till our throat need Halls
L-O-X-pedition
I spend all day fishing
And won't catch one
Just me and mommy out in the sun
Just sailing, chain so icy if I threw it up
You think it was hailing
Don't even ask me what the price be
To go to a show, no clubs just arenas
Headliner Stevie Wonder, no small cat between us
After parties be goin like Venus
My chick gots be the meanest
Before I come
That night
If she ain't she ain't partying right
That's how we like to play in Bad Boys with all the fly shit
And that's how we do the chips kid
Multiplying
Beef, don't apply it
Please don't try it cause we ain't with that
But if so you gon' need a plastic bag where your shit at
Lox and we got that cash you want to get at

Chorus x3

See, I want to get back to the love
Let's start love over, come on

* Let's start love over
Back to the way things were
Forget about them
Cause all we got is us
We can make it
Sad if we try
I want to start love over
Let's make it do or die

When I was nine years old
I realized there was a road
At the end I would win lots of pots of gold
Days, when I used to have my play clothes on
I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron
But you've learned what the herbs do
Breaking curfew
Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium
Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum
Some break a boogie but those that don't
Was usually a fighter
Rollin' easy riders
Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter
A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar
But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow
Little kids is big now
They'll push your wig now
Can't send them to the store
But you can send them for roll
And put them on my vine
And give them one big push for all mankind

* Repeat

People still taking rapping for a joke
A passing hope
Or a phrase with a rope
What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes?
Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks
Remember playing in the streets, touch football
Look y'all
Somebody get mad and bounce with they football
Twenty four hour block parties
Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy
Adults used to think I was scheming
But I was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all
fiendin'

Now everytime that I rhyme I can tell that you like it
Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic
Your mind is weary, floating like a dove
Sweating and things, like you were making love
Control the crowd so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

Where's the love?
Somebody tell me
Where's the love?
Because we want to know

I remember everybody I loved, everybody
It wasn't always player hating
There wasn't jealousy and all this envy
It was the love

Ayo hip hop
Set out in the park
What?
We used to do it out in the dark
All night long till the cops made us go
Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window
Lees on, thinking you fresh
Trying to impress
Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead
Ponytail swaying, she hot
Standing like she bull legged, but she not
You remember the days?
That's when crack was affecting blacks like that
Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer
Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater
That's all corrupt
Over rap you might get bust
Say the wrong thing
End up in a permanent sling
Went from shelltops to hollowtops
Used to rock the bus stop
Now we electric slide from the cops
Want some veterans in this
That ain't keeping it real
Now with God we chill over a record deal
Always the good ones to go
Never your enemies die
Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I.
No time to yell rhymes in the microphone
Take this more serious than just a poem
Rock party to party
While you're out the door
But tear it up yo, let's start love over

(Jadakiss)
Yo, you can't fake it
Life's only what you make it
Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit
Found his body, in the projects, naked
I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now
I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town
With my eyes on a couple of guys
With their eyes on a couple of pies
Cause I will survive
Brains, is the key to the game
If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun?
If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some
'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun
Streets be where Lox get their props from
Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com)
A worldwide message, I try to express it
The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish

Chorus (Kelly Price)
I wanna thank you, heavenly Father
For shining your light on me
It's been a long time
Since I had someone to love me
I owe my thanks to thee

(Styles)
They never expressed, that life's a part of death
They never go there, but you can blow here
The 25 to life and greens from below
Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed
Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough
you was out yesterday, stressing a better way
Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings
And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul."
Watch the honeys check your style
Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase
They only see ice, not me, under the surface
What's the purpose? I just, go my way
Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way
Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life
Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright
It's plain to fight, but different to shoot
And might do it
If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot.

Chorus (Kelly Price)

(Sheek)
Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street
Holding heat
It's them same crooked niggas
Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word
Buying beats is like copping grams
Niggas got too many scams
To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans
That's aiight, though
'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block
Watch us turn nothing into nitro
And we don't mingle
'Cause none of us don't really know you
From the heart, we never talk to strangers
So why start?
Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit
I watch wild niggas blow
See how plush shit can get
But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast
We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme
If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap
Would you still be my man
And pass your bottle to my hand
Would I be in the rain
While you pass me in the Land
Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan
To get next to me and possibly sex me
Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi
Money'll never amount to respect, B
And you don't wanna test me
'Cause God blessed me.

Chorus (Kelly Price)
And I know
I know that it could not happen without you
I know it could not happen without you

At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans
If anybody in the fam gets pinched
Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench
Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench
Now let's roll out and get that paper retho
It might look easy but it's not sweet though
It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo
This is real life this ain't no TV show
Word up- backed out
With the macs out
'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot
22 Dilinger a piece for the boot
Couple of bombs
Remote for the alarms
Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s
Me and Styles wasn't blunted
Must be your point to deal with money
Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny
I hopped in one son hopped in the other
Word to mother both trucks burn rubber
Figure we could blanff with a mil or two
In a tentacle
I pulled up behind chemical
Doors locked Styles left the other one
Down four blocks it's on now ready or not

Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch
Split for nothing
You get the same you hit the button
Before we hit the safe
Where's the videotape
Gotta look it in the face- forget it
I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
Money and death- what you pick?
And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
Money is paper and the banks built bricks
All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip
I couldn't be hit
Cuz I didn't feel shit
So I duck into cover
Yell for my brother
I yell yo

Then I yell yo back
You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks
Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!"
We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
Damn, nigga better get the Captain
Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain
Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
Area surrounded parking lot packed in
Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in
But you know I'm going out in a blast
With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H
And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
I pull the pin

* Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant
Always seem pleasant
Happy to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light
Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game
Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in
He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
Been experts and done less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than them
These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my shit
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch
Loud tracks
I'm the quiet loud ass
Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass
Make six digits eight and cop a palace
Make every rapper sick and call me malace
Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black

* Repeat

Who's not to be fucked with?
That's me
Who's to be fucked with?
That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new style or old fashion

Do I have to break down the walls
Stay off the floor
I'm the general dog, I start the war
Make every m.c. never spit again
When I leave 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no game
Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train
I feel no pain
Steal cocain
Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen
Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician
With an anecdote that can stop my colission
Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing
When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
What's the next issue?
Sheek did official
Called Spielberg, cops get tissue
So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you
Next question is where nasa at?
We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad
When we down on the craps
We plasmic gats
Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero
Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows
Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes

* Repeat(x2)

(Jadakiss)
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh
Aiyo I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache
You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late
Serious jetlag when I get to bed late
That why I fuck cause I be weak when I get head late
Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica
Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah
Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn뭪 jewish
But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers
She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda
And came here to get a job as a tutor
I pursued make a long story short screwed her
She moved and she came back still on tha same track
Same wit same chips ass it was still fat
I aint really think she wuz a freak
But she did ask a lotta questions bout Stylez and Sheik
She called me and said she was in town fo a week
The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise
How I felt about gettin up fo old times sake
Ima bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great
Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz
Desert in da stashin da Sony cam zoom lens
All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend
Eat at Puff뭩 joint an catch a show at tha beacon
Twist a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson
Pass tha tall one 2-5 we still puffin?We got tha heat on a cold night n da winter
Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember

(Sheek)
Oh yeah, I remember dem hoes dat night
We wuz at da beacon right
Chris Tucker performing
All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin
Cats and Dogs
Aiyyo dese hoes wuz tough
Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough
From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall i go on
Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform
Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up
I drink dey smoke no coke
Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke
I slid fo seats down she sittin der smilin
Lookin like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin?Told me dat her name wuz Cindy
Favorite show Mark and Mindy
Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty
We chit den chat bout dis n dat
From what kind of whip she push
To what bar she be at
She played hard to get
But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi
From tha jacuzzi to the bed
We fucked until we both got woozy
Woke up breath stinkin
Yawnin and shit
I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch
I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table
Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable
Wit a note sayin sorry I had to rob you baby but
I need cash like you I aint your ordinary slut
or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer
and by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa

(Stylez)
I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B
Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D
But now I got to handle dis cause dey skandalous
Cindy robbed shiek and moved to Los Angeles
Like I wont killa frienz
Went to bounce stole a Benz
Note in tha garage
Tu yall ontaraj
Yall 3 rugged niggas but yall gotta get robbed
Dont take it personal we didnt finish the job
Manaje Twa
We kill niggas wit dey dick hard
They got me lookin뭓t da letta stuff
Why da fuck dey left da truck
3 bitches in my house
probly try to wet me up
Crept to tha kitchen
Seen Ronnie by the cabanet
Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet
Shot her in da heart
Den caught tha earchess fabanet
Den I seen Cindy
Tha bitch tried to end me
Running out da living room
Bustin off Kissimee
The bitch couldnt aim
So I blew her out da frame
Turned around to Beatrice
Why you look speachless
We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches
And now you gotta die
And da stupid bitch is reaching
B뭚o I cocked it back
I heard tires screeching
Saw Sheek and James
Started muthafucking squeezin?
(GUNSHOTS)

uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right hand
Flash his badge with his left hand
On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it
Made men, should hang with made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in
It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking
Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan
Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport
Lord forbid the head nigga get caught
And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought
I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt
Next week he outside front, how he get out?
Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ??
Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit
Thinking you threw with the feds and all that
That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops
Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped
But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark

* Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack
ya'll)
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll)
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll)
When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll)

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops like that
On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that
You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan
Talk to the judge, get you out the can
My man had the same case (that's my word)
Spent three years in the same place, He still there
Came down for a pill, it was still real there
Money came between us, know you seen us
Move like the teamsters in the beamers
Get blacked down and hit the cleaners
The feds know everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, honeys giving us head
Herion and guns is on the files of Styles
But they came in the crib, lifting the towel
Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child"
And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved
Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you
Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two
Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail
Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough

* Repeat

Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth
What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof
But you play this street business, all in the street
To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week
What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough
Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up
Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up
Now 23 hours a day you locked up
Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up
By some cat you supposed that shot up
Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em
But you scared to go upstate wit em
Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more
See the street no more, or skeet no more
Ride around in the P, with the heat no more
From top to not even on your feet no more
'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind
Since they giving out jerseys, get on line
For your football numbers, wanna take us all under
What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers
I don't think so, I don't think so either
But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ??

So what's L-O-X about?
Livon Off Experience
The LOX man
Word up
We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience
And we just do it and we do it for real

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)

*vocals get louder*
We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah)
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)

I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun
Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son
Taking you in, Angels breaking you in
This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin
And may God bless your mom and your two children
Your wife, your family and all your friends
Everybody stay strong, the good die young
Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused
Never know what we have til what we have we lose
Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel
Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself
Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself
It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
Genius at his work
Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big *go Big*
Everybody wanted to know Big
Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
Ask anybody, who could flow Big
All the cats shined, but you would glow Big
Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually
Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee
Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be
If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy

We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 8X*

Just to let y'all know, everything is all real
But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal
And pain is a part of life that we all feel
Today this whole rap game is getting more ill
It make me look back, to where he took rap
Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that
He never had a warning, One More Chance
was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin
I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him
Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion
Life is worth more than the coffin
I need answers, and they better be the truth
Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth
Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you

We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 4X*

Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace
After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big
Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin
While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt)
It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped
And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness
I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted
Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it
We clicked like heels when we first met the
Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa
Nearly broke down four times writin this verse
Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at
Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at
But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
The only time you see your family is funeral night
Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down
I guess you with the real king in New York now
For real

We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 6X*
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa *repeat 2X*
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa...
(We'll always love you Big)

(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)

[Nature]
Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's
Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez
Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest
I never cool off
Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft
Snatch channels like I'm Disney
Half grizzlie unexplain
When niggas see me they duck
Hoppin i pass quickley
Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted
They know exactly when a niggas famous
Or livin dangerous
The kid got a glow like i just came home
Try to dull me
Niggas that owe be hiding from me
Changin their names
Screenin their calls
The dreamcast in the crib
Never leavin at all
Playin NBA 2K for two days straight
Fifty dollas a game
Ket me polish my gain
Withdrawin at the bank
Never deposit a thing
Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang

[Cam'ron]
Back in the day we was slave
Whips and chains
Its tradition
All i got whips and chains
All i did
Flip some cane
Now a nigga sick of the range
Only a new six could fix the pain
Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins
Milton Bradley wanna get my game
5-0 wanna frisk my frame
I dont deal wit cheap blow
When i shoot no block
Sort of like a free throw
Cant miss
And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss
Got me itchin like its dandrif
You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch
Im a stomp you stab you
Look at you you dam bitch
Ya love I would dumb back out
Everybody like "killa
When u come back out," Listen
I like rap
Routine had to stop
Met a new connect got it 18 a whop
Cops on payroll every block got blow
We fight every night
Reunite then pop Mo
Thats how it is when you deal wit me
And I dont feel tv
Only real tv
Real money real gats real cats real girls
MTV I'll show you the real world
Cats run up on you
Splater your white eyes
Thats only to make saturday night live
Lookin for a casket got the right size
Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies
Crashed up the four
But now the right five
Lookin for beef you found the right guys
Old folk say "cam stop ur route
Why you gotta get the guns
Just box it out"
Listen that there is trife
Only fightin is the doctor
And thats for your life
As for your wife
Took her out just to tour town
Bench press for what
I lift four pounds
Tear up your car
All four doors down
Cats wanna box
Well heres four more rounds

[Styles]
Yo,
Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice
I'ma smack you yap you and murder you
Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this
And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch
Lets get straight to the point
Aint a nigga better than me
Im agrivated and im fed to the T
If I gotta do joints
And im sittin for five
When you remeniss about me
Say the nigga was live
I got twelve arm robberies pendin
A dope charge, a gun charge
Hard to see holiday bendin
Wit a brand new case
Twenty niggas, the ride
A spot OT
And some brand new base
Why say names
You could get who ever you know
I got the gun cocked
Ready to blow
Dont compare his rhymes to mines
Mines is real
And his is just words and lines

[Sheek]
Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas
Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese
Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's
And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe
How you wanna do this shit
Like the quick and the dead
So i could cock back
Empty out the back of your head
Do a drive-by go head
Im quick wit the heater
I shoot threw you
Your car
And threw the parkin meter

[Jadakiss]
Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you
Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun
Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court
I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts
Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there
Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon
Listen everythings about the kiss
The new dope out
Sky blue CL 6
Wit the new poke outs
Tired of the speculation faggit
Everything is real here
Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason
Hold down the fort
Could never be baught
So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin
Rather start gunnin
Cause soon as you start chasin the money
Thats when the money start runnin
I drive by in a car service
Hope out wit mad nigga
Pull my phone out
Like ya nervous

[Fabolous]
Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches
Wit kay's of the cane
Leave strays sittin inches
Away from your brain
In them grey kitted benzes
I sway threw the lanes
Now the nay's just sit and flinches
When they see the chain
Ya might not never come out
My verses get heard
I'm a hustler
I dont sleep from the first to the third
Take the ???? to Cali
But the shots go quickly
Put red spots on your neck
And they not no hickeys
The truck still got those micky's
And dont even pass it my way
If its not no sticky
No matter where Im at
I pop regaurdless
Cause I get knocked I cut a check
Ya gone drop the charges
Put three holes in head
Make em look like bowlin balls
Come threw in spring
Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall
So I could hardly care
Cause the only way I see time behind bars
If its a cartier

Verse One: Puff Daddy

Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep
for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews*
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause I leave you, I'm only here
for that green paper which lead you

Verse Three: Sheek

I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
to my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul

[Verse One: Styles]
My click is in it til it's over, never sober
Bustin over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover
Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger
The young Don, the Heron mover
You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle
Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle
So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz
Runnin round, get down like motherfuckin gorillas
Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop
Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered
Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin money
It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give
But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po
Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa
Yo, it's the style see it's still the same
And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'ciane
Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it
Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him
He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him
I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept
I take my last breath every time I hit the meth
It's the D to the E, M to the O N
Blowin, steady playin shotgun, throwin
Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap
Don't make me flip motherfucker with this baseball bat
Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, cause I lace nine
from yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin spine

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
I be, that nigga that yo' niggaz can't fuck wit
That nigga that yo' bitches wanna creep wit
That nigga that you can't get along wit
Playa hate but you wanna do a song wit
That nigga that you see in the videos
That nigga with the jewels and the jiggy hoes
That nigga that'll die for his main man
That nigga with the gettin money gameplan

[Verse Two: Sheek]
Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet?
When you increase the peace, the mo' wild it get
I'm only sizin you niggaz from the waist up
And I ain't, wettin no parts you can't touch with makeup
Mr. Jacob without the Ladder
It don't matter clap your wake up and do a shakeup
nobody badder, since the, baby finksta
I was in the playpen wai-tin for kids to enter
Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips
Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip
Extra clip in the vacumn if I slip
Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
Blown the hall pearl wide been long gone
Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that?
Worldwide while you simply thug where you live at

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Jadakiss]
You don't really wanna get involved, with the L-O-X car-tellers, Goodfellas, that's who we are
You can't outsell us, it ain't shit you could tell us
Jealous dog, cause we spread like relish
Bad Boys, and we all eat together
When it go down, then we draw heat together
Since I made the connection with the big man
I done got big plans, to be a little nigga in the big Land
Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped
And what you call weight? I know cats who sniff that
Enjoy life, what are you sayin?
If the DA ain't got a nigga payin, papi got him weighin
Anything to do with money you can count J in
Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playin
Cream of the crop, and we ain't never gon' stop
Hittin you in your head with that butter from The Lox

[Chorus] - fades out

Honey, You can have me when you want me
If you just simply ask me to be there
And you're the only one
who makes me come running
Cause what you got is far beyond compare


And its just like honey
When your love comes over me
Oh baby, I've got a dependancy
Always strung out for another taste of your honey


*Chorus*
It's like honey really washes over me
You know sugar never ever was so sweet
And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya
One hit of your love addicted me
Now I'm strung out on you darlin'
Don't you see every night and day
I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey


Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
*Chorus*


I can't be elusive with you Honey
Cause It's blatant that I've feeling you
And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly
Cause you're the only thing I wanna do


And it's just like Honey
When your love comes over me
Oh baby, I've got a dependancy
Always strung out for another
Taste of your honey


*Chorus*
It's like honey really washes over me
You know sugar never ever was so sweet
And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya
One hit of your love addicted me
Now I'm strung out on you darlin'
Don't you see every night and day
I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey


Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
*Chorus*

Artist: DJ Envy f/ J. Hood, The L.O.X.
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: D Block


[Sheek]
Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block)
{New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood}
Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C'mon!}

If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you {Yeah!}
Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you
I don't give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all)
Or this music, y'all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!)
I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh)
Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game
Y'all muh'fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch')
I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit
I'm the best out right now (all day) none of y'all want it (uh-uh)
Like your album ain't shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive)
FUCK what you drive, I'll see you in hell (uh-huh)
Cause I ain't never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!}
D-Block the label that'll pop it all
Walk with me and I ain't puttin out nothin soft (c'mon)
Even talkin to a bitch I'm thuggin her out (yeah)
Sheek Luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP?

[Chorus: Styles]
I'ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade
D-Block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D-Block!) It go down I'm bustin my nine witcha
(D-Block!) I get knocked I'm doin my time witcha
(D-Block!) For life my nigga I'd grind witcha

[Jadakiss]
I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it)
Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right)
Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA!
We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it)
Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal
Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh)
Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you (you don't even know)
The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!}
And if the judge and the jury don't believe me
Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!)
They might hate but they ain't tryin to guard (uh-uh)
And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin too hard
Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God
'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard
And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West
(D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what

[Chorus]

[J. Hood]
Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine
The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline
I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh)
I'm on top of my game like I'm standin on X-Box
I'm tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it)
I'm tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004
We got dimes and dubs of haze
And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway
I'm a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!)
Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other
Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah)
One out of either one'll lay you on your back
So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out)
Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup)
And I know y'all ain't better than Hood, y'all niggaz liars
Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire

[Chorus]

[DJ Envy]
Yeah, the People's Choice, DJ Envy
Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!)

Mmm... can't believe we doin' this record)

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

I look in the clouds,
hope you past the sun
Hope you right next to God
and he calling you Son
Taking you in, Angels breaking you in
This is heaven
and no longer do you have to sin
And may God bless your mom
and your two children
Your wife, your family
and all your friends
Everybody stay strong,
the good die young
Where we from it's all wrong,
we all confused
Never know what we have
til what we have we lose
Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel
Hip hop itself is at a pit stop itself
Seeing Big die
I wish the shit would stop itself
It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
Genius at his work
Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
Pop Cristal and rock they ice work
(word), go Big go Big
Everybody wanted to know Big
Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
Ask anybody, who could flow Big
All the cats shined,
but you would glow Big
Frank White lyrically,
moved niggaz spiritually
Made you wanna get a cup,
fill it up with Hennessee
Front in the club
and light a dutch where the women be
If you seen the show
then I know you felt the energy

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

Just to let y'all know,
everything is all real
But it's sad when a good fella
catch a raw deal
And pain is a part of life that we all feel
Today this whole rap game
is getting more ill
It make me look back,
to where he took rap
Dude brought the East back,
y'all better believe that
He never had a warning,
One More Chance
was right before him
everybody must answer when God's callin
I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him
Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
People seem to get lost and,
blow things out of proportion
Life is worth more than the coffin
I need answers, and they better be the truth
Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth
Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
And no matter how they judge you
we always gonna love you

Chorus

Right now I know you missin it,
smokin in peace
After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big
Right now, you and Pac in harmony,
probably huggin
While everybody from
Brooklyn to West coast is buggin
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for your son I'ma raise Shorty
like he was mine (no doubt)
It seems that the devil
got his stinkin back whooped
And we should pray for Jesus,
and ask for forgiveness
I can remember all the studio time,
getting twisted
Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it
We clicked like heels when we first met the
Junior Mafia and Big Poppa
Nearly broke down four times writin this verse
Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
But ain't no need to cry,
cause right now, where you at
Is more laced than any place
a millionaire lived at
But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
The only time you see
your family is funeral night
Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down
I guess you with the real king in New York now
For real

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa...
(We'll always love you Big

Uh yeah, yeah, what what, yeah yeah, yeah, what, yeah, what
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Verse One: Jadakiss

Yo this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me
And we can't lose cuz Puff set us up properly
Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us
We be in the 5 with the goose headrests
L.O.X. put niggaz under pressure
You shoulda knew that, it's always them new cats that'll get ya
Better start lookin at things from my angle
I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle
Next to my name with a 10 or a 20
Now that's when you really can say you gettin money
But right now all I do is sit back and listen
To a wise young man who quickly became a rich one
Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some
Chips if I just keep writing with ambition
Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and
House with 2 kitchens, diamonds, plenty women
Built-in pool to swim in
But the plan is to start from the floor, and raise it up
Then you hit'em in the head 'til your days is up
You blazin' what, playboy you frail and butt
You know when Bad Boy drops, all your sales is cut

Chorus: Black Rob

Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, its enough base for all of us
Can I Live, without the names they calling us
Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids
Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives

Verse Two: Styles

Time is money, money is power so I'm sour
22 feelin like I've wasted every hour
Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice
High as a kite, feeling the flight
Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit
Hanglide to the Alps with this fly chick
Condo in Fresno with the lesbo
And the honey that she hit know how to stretch blow
They know that I'm Styles they respect the flow
Why don't y'all let a nigga live and help him make a decimal
Truth will set you free what will a lie do
Niggaz say I'm God but I be gettin' high too
Can't love the money like the niggaz beside you
Cuz when the paper gone...you gon' slide too
Niggaz wanna ball, but got to fall to rise
While the world spins around they wanna stall they eyes
Close they ears my nose makes me oppose my fear
Cuz I can smell hell
Before I sell rat I'll catch a shell farewell
Niggaz will never tell
Their man that I was pussy
Unless they got a gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me

Chorus

Verse Three: Shiek

I pray to God to promise me, before I see the pearly gates
To let my whole team be straight, mansion no Section 8
Puttin' pressure so that I can make this bed
Got 2 mattresses now all I need is the spread
With like 4 pillows so my seeds can rest their heads
You think platinum is enough, nah Sheek want more
Tryin' to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store
Italian cuisine, Linguin. while my diamonds like-SHING
So when I move at night-time you might think it's light-NING
Just throw me the ball once and I'll tell you no lie
Shiek gonna show you money, like Jerry McGuire
It's a thug thing, L.O.X. product thing, conducting
Anything for chips while you sit and blab your lips
In the restaurant taking tips while Sheek on trips
Logos on our ships bustin' at the eclipse
While im pissy, spittin' up Crissy in the water
But you can do that for money, when 100's like a quarter...

Chorus

Verse Four: Black Rob

This is to my AK tollas, money bill foldas
Bambin soldiers, whips wit big motors
On the low for years, the Feds can't decode us
We bust rounds, all you gotta do is load us
My night time prowlers, and grimmey after hours
Karl Kani, Mumalo wear, Eddie Bauers
Flippin cake niggaz, who strip and take niggaz
Upstate niggaz, my Crystal Lake niggaz
We gonna hold it down if we gotta shake niggaz
And make niggaz do what we say, or break niggaz
Survival of the fitist, it ain't me cause I did it
Now you see me shinnin 2 mill with my diamonds
And I owe it all to heart grimmin
Don't mean i'm gonna stop climbin, 9-9, it's good timin
I salute my thugs, who rock
With the drugz and switch gunz, and pay 30 thou for the slum
Make it happen, I swear to God if I don't make it rappin
I'm clappin, extortin, and robbin niggz cribs and contactin
Can I live...

Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, or do I gatta bring it to these kids
Can I Live, if I don't live nobody lives
Can I Live, no one man can stop me
Can I Live, no front-line can block me
Can I Live, its enough base for all of us
Can I Live, without the names they calling us