Yeah
Uhhh
[foxy]
Its time for everybody
To get they muthafuckin minds right
Cause its about to go down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid capri
Ill na na
And the muthafuckin l-o-x
Thats right
Chorus (styles)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones
But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[sheek]
Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so yall niggas try to quaratine us
Yall niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is
My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies
Six cars between us, laced out
Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
My python, gettin sex
In hotels with connect the rooms
Fill letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring em champagne with five matts on
>from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, yall check it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin off pre-release dates
For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates
>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it
Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
When we eat fish like whiteies
And bitches have all nighties
Suckin dick, me Im on some jail shit
Standing up, jerkin off, while these hoes see these doubles click
Chorus (styles)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones
But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[foxy brown]
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin that crist
Specially to the ones, who be ridin that dick
And if the pussy bangin, hope it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let em ground for these cats
And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for these cats
Paid our dues, for 62s, taped to the top
Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride
Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5
Now fucking my crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry
Its a ditry game, when it come to slingin them thangs
Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit, I used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
Chorus (styles)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones
But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[styles]
Fred one, for niggas that be bustin they gun
Till the death, whatd you expect for a couple of ones
Fred two, for niggas that aint ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit
Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key
That aint never comin home, but you know how it be
Livin to die, but niggas aint willin to die
If you bust up in the air, you aint killin the sky
Feelin the high, nigga is you willin to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you aint stealin the pie
I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, yall niggas is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the power
Assassin, you think its a joke, youll die laughing
Hoppin out the plane, and only bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin me
Dog Im a whole different pedigree
Take me to the limit, Im layin in the cut
While you playin in the scrimage
Meet you at the final
Lyrically, Im spiritually, drunkier then a winow
Posion, house full of rhyme
Bring your boys in
Tell em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
Im the govenor, yall bitch niggas is crowds
Take orders, we need passports at the border
Transport the water, sheerest corner
Fell sick to be hit, but we wasnt the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
Nobody gets up
Muthafuckas
L-o-x muthafucka
L-o-x, try this shit
Chorus (with ad-libs)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones
But niggas goin hand and hand, are havin to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but dont know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
