My Niggaz

Yeah Uhhh [Intro: Foxy] Ayo fo real It's time for everybody To get they muthafuckin' minds right Cause it's about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid Capri Ill Na Na And the muthafuckin' L-O-X That's 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 one's 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 a child and had to set up a wake For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith [Verse 1: Sheek] Aye yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orangina's My gun American, but my niggas got foreign nina's Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes We hung in heavy metal clubs, and slung shit for the nose It's Sheek Luchion, either at the bar with a groupie on My python, gettin' sex In hotels with connected the rooms Fill letter walk through on his ex Jadakiss and Styles smoke 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, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it Cheap-skates, sweatin' off Capri's pre-release dates For Money, Power & Respect, went platnuim out the gates From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX got this Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics When we eat fish like whiteies And bitches have on nighties Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes eat each others clits (Yuh heard me) [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 one's 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 a child and had to set up a wake For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith [Verse 2: 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 one's, 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 town, on a hound for these cats If shit got thick, let off rounds for these cats In the crocodle Prada, stash the pound for these cats Me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the thigh Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit aside Like a trooper, I put that on my life that I ride Conspiracy charge, straight copped out to 3-5 What fuck am I to do, suffer and die Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry It's 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 one's 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 a child and had to set up a wake For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith [Verse 3: Styles] Prayer one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's Prayer two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit Masked up, blacked down, go on and grab shit Prayer three, for niggas on lock without a key That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck Lox brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing Hoppin' out the plane, and only bringing the captain Start of a legacy, her heart broke down and start beggin' me Dog I'm a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut While you playin' in the scrimage Meet you at the final Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunker then a whino Posion, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch I'm the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crouts Take orders, yuh need passports at the border We transporting water, shit was flawed Fell sick took a hit, but we wasn't the cure Make your ear-drums pop, bottom lip drop Eyes switch up, knees hit the floor 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 one's 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 a child and had to set up a wake For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith