Cream

[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!

[Styles]

I'd rather not breathe than snitch

And I love my niggaz not my bit*h, Lox pop the clip

Hit the rap game what's the dope name

I be a ?chick? named ?Lo Kane?, tellin ma I take her

on my own fame

Movin with, entrepeneurs, from the law

Coke sniffin bit*hes hold the fort it's off the wall

Back to reality my mentality is fatality

Niggaz makin way over they salary

I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out

Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out

Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out

Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit

Aiyyo Styles from the streets 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

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely

Where them niggaz at? Them feds 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, extroverted

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 as* down for spite, anybody aight?

Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps

to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts

[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

[Shiek]

Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin shit for you, try God

Cause after, runnin 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

Somehow Vegas, tryin to strip Stacy Dash

fuck police talk black I'm the SHIT in New York

Too many supercops nigga, you can have these blocks

And these hoes, with them cheap as* Parasucos

Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my

Porsche

And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns

hoarse

[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 gonna rock gators, hit bit*hes from Barbados

Then all y'all players gonna 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 In-5 with the headers

Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the

feathers

Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh