Featuring the Lox

My click is in it til it's over, never sober
Busting over, laying Elaine with the cane and the Rover
Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger
The young Don, the Heron mover
You know my hustle, I bring the four pound to the tussle
Mother fuck your pit with no muzzle
So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggas
Running around, get down like mother fucking gorillas
Shorty bop the wallop, in the spot with the dollop
Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered
Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to getting money
It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny
Black I'm trying to live, something got to give
But everyday's the same old, running 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 cane
Papi know my face, so he don't expect it
Running from the gutter so he gots to accept it
Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug into him
He just another mother fucker, 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
Blowing, steady playing shotgun, throwing
Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap
Don't make me flip, mother fucker, with this baseball bat
Best to brace your gat, before I brace mine, cause I lace nine
From your dome to your mother fucking spine

I be that nigga that you niggas can't fuck with
That nigga that you bitches want to creep with
That nigga that you can't get along with
Player hate but you want to do a song with
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 getting money gameplan

Haven't you heard that Bad Boys move in silence yet
When you increase the pace, the more wild it get
I'm only sizing you niggas from the waist up
And I ain't wetting no parts you can't touch without makeup
Mr. Jacob without the ladder
It don't matter, clap your wake up, and do a shakeup
Nobody badder, since the baby finkster
I was in the playpen waiting for kids to enter
Shit I even blitz the rich to get chips
Housekeeper disguised with the nine bubble grip
Extra clip in the vacuum if I slip
Room service ring the alarm and get the bomb
Blown the hall pearl wide bill long gone
Plus I got the power to ramshack, you dig that
Worldwide while you simply thought where you lived at

I be that nigga that you niggas can't fuck with
That nigga that you bitches want to creep with
That nigga that you can't get along with
Player hate but you want to do a song with
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 getting money gameplan

You don't really want to 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 dawg 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 saying
If the DA ain't got a nigga paying, papi got him weighing
Anything to do with money you can count J in
Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain't playing
Cream of the crop, and we ain't never going to stop
Hitting you in your head with that butter from the Lox

I be that nigga that you niggas can't fuck with
That nigga that you bitches want to creep with
That nigga that you can't get along with
Player hate but you want to do a song with
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 getting money gameplan