Slow Down (Green Lantern Mix)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch] Slow down, Lox shit killing them Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them Yeah, slow down, Lox shit killing them Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them Yeah, slow down, Donny, you killing them Yeah, slow down, Ghost, you killing them Yeah, slow down, Kiss, you killing them Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them [Verse 1: Styles P\] I don't write rhymes, I write novels I’ve been doing dirt since [?] bottles Kingpin dreams, [?] Niggas change colors like the [?] on the [?] Yeah I'm talking [?] get up on this new shit Automatic tray pound, you ain't gon’ do shit Still getting money, having talks where the roof is You don't want your head by the tire of the coupe [?] All my niggas bounce off the wall like [?] sticks Now you wanna [?] my style like a [?] Know we get stupid, [?] troopers Bricks in the whip, can't arrest the shooter Yeah, fuck around [?] door Bricks harder than The Thing in Fantastic Four Donny [?] and Ghost [?] been made [?] [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Don white T, [?] Weather getting nicer, I think I'll do the viper Hat low, yanky logo, passing[?] Sour vanilla [?] Feeling like the 80's, ladies, Heavy D and the boys She like [?] Hurting them, bezzle all black, [?] Had crack around when Mary J was messing with Case 10 thousand first time I walked in [?] Met Ruff and Cam, before I ever heard of a Mase Now listening to Soulja Boy in my son's room, playing with my soldier toys G.T.O.'s, still want a B.P.M. [?] Give me head, ma, I ain't that friendly Yeah, listen, if Puff signed the Lox back, it’s more money, more Ciroc, another house close to the shack [Verse 3: Jadakiss] I’m O.T. with cocaine, hugging the rattison I'm lying to the politics though, Governer Patterson Bank account like Timbaland, it got fatter Heard we was cooking it up, we got [?] This is for the bassheads, up north, niggas in the weight shed Whoever doing the thing, they hate feds Slickest of the spitters, free agent in the off season It’s either gon' be the Nicks or the Clippers Rapping like a dealer, you need to get a Snickers I know the mortition, I make your funeral the sickest Yeah, I'm still grimey, in the hood, you can find me Never had one wack verse since the 90's That about makes me the lead boss Don’t make me squeeze off, 2K 10 with the T golf As far as the resume, you know what we've done Tell every ghetto in America, you know where we from I love it [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Slow down, Lox shit killing them Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them Yeah, slow down, Lox shit killing them Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them Yeah, slow down, Donny, you killing them Yeah, slow down, Ghost, you killing them Yeah, slow down, Kiss, you killing them Yeah, D-Block, the streets feeling them