Resevoir Dogs

[Sheek]<br>Fuck -- shit is real right here<br>Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers<br>Don`t get it twisted<br>Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo<br>Yo shut the fuck up `fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass<br>with no mask, look at the camera like what?<br>Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed<br>To the death of me, I`m spaz like I`m on Ecstasy<br>Drop 100 bars for real like I`m lookin for a deal<br>If I ain`t hungry, who the fuck is, I`m worse than them African kids<br>I ain`t straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?<br>And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don`t fuckin care<br>If I ain`t strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs<br>Get off mine, y`all talk shit like little children<br>when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building<br>Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores<br>Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores<br>I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way<br>Professionally, they`ll find poison in your X-Ray<br>As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall<br>Takin shots of Louie til I fall<br>Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove<br>and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move<br>My team, you would think was on Thorazine<br>How we floss and don`t give a fuck what it`s cost-ing<br><br>[Beanie Sigel]<br>Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it`s time to apply it now<br>Pick out a quiet town and tie it down<br>Make niggaz lock it down, y`all know where to buy it now<br>Beanie Mac I supply it now<br>My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats<br>Couple of 5`s, a 6, a few Jeeps<br>Bag enough coke to last a few weeks<br>In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats<br>You really wanna test my name? And test my game?<br>Until you have me, test my aim?<br>Y`all niggaz nuts, like testricles<br>Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule<br>Perhaps it`s best for you, to keep on walkin<br>Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin<br>Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin<br>Cop off the lot never see me at the auction<br>Pint of Bacardi darken, when it`s hawkin<br>Out on the strip, until I reach the margin<br>Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct<br>Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend<br>Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans<br><br>[Jadakiss]<br>Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box<br>Come down on appeal then I`m killin your pops<br>You feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX<br>If this rap shit don`t work niggaz still in the spot<br>You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family<br>Gangstas don`t die, they get chubby, and move to Miami<br>Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper<br>Fuck it, the weather`s nice and the price is much cheaper<br>I put it on tape, you gon` buy it, I put it in a bag<br>you gon` try it, y`all niggaz can`t deny it<br>Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce<br>Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce<br>They got me where I can`t be without my large gat<br>Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat<br>Don`t matter if I`m openin up, or headline<br>Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines<br>Six months in the county or fed time<br>I`ma be the `Kiss nigga, until it`s bedtime<br>Anything I`m on is a classic, any nigga<br>ever had beef with, son is a bastard<br>Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.<br>Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered<br><br> I told you the pain was comin<br> You wouldn`t listen<br> You tried to play me like a joke?<br> Now who got the last laugh?<br> Now take these bullets with you to hell<br><br>[Sauce Money]<br>You motherfuckers is sick, don`t think Sauce the shit<br>So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick<br>Picture me fallin off, I`m camera shy<br>Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man`ll die<br>What`s the difference? Either way I`m stunnin your crew<br>I fuck to win, y`all niggaz comin to lose<br>Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff<br>I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off<br>Ain`t nuttin for me to bust a trey off<br>Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off<br>Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews<br>Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews<br>Flow hot like a heatwave bitch<br>Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with<br>I`m a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin<br>for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull<br><br>[Styles]<br>I don`t give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are<br>I don`t care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car<br>I don`t care about your block and whoever you shot<br>I don`t care about your album and whenever it drop<br>I don`t care about your past if I did I woulda asked<br>I`m too busy lightin `dro with a whole lotta hash<br>Far as this rap shit, I`m ten steps ahead of niggaz<br>Shootin backwards, just for practice<br>Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket<br>Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you<br>Tell the whole world I`m spittin let em know the shells hit you<br>I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock<br>My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o`clock<br>I`m half past seven, bust six then eleven<br>You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me<br>I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella<br>Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>I know pop you can`t stand us cause you cock them hammers<br>Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma<br>Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta<br>Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna<br>Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners<br>Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon<br>Big thang, big chains, ain`t shit changed<br>Get brained in the four dot six Range<br>Shit main, switch lanes<br>every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine<br>Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain<br>Muh`fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that<br>You don`t wanna owe that man<br>He`ll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man<br>Gotta, love for war, I don`t floss no more<br>I just sit on my money til I`m above the law<br>How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses<br>We don`t stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga<br>Multiple cars and divas with D-classes<br>Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic<br>Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?<br>Put some more beat on that joint