[Produced by Trackmasters]
[Intro: Shaquille O'Neal, Pete Rock]
Believe it or not, I love all playa haters (Bring it)
Ha-ha-ha-ha
'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby (Rock the house... rock the house...)
Say what you gotta say (Rock the house... rock the house...)
[Chorus: Lord Tariq]
People know me on these streets, playa – I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise – what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, there ain't no love lost
[Verse 1: Shaquille O'Neal]
Exuberant, change, cross, exhilarated
Flamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated
Now it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic
I'm dope like all these cold CD's wrapped in plastic
What's the meaning of life? Y'all should know
In my lifetime I need a whole lotta dough
Bro, no need to get zealous – you jealous, say you jealous
I spike on that ass like Monica Seles
I'll spit it divine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine
Here's a toast, "The world is mine"
I promise I'ma keep it pumpin'
I represent the real Hip-Hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin
Hooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception
I got more flavor than a mystic
Fringe benefit-ic, urging y'all to get wit' it
Style postulates, now pause while you gets splitted
I'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado
Enter any center, blow it up like Desperado
[Chorus: Lord Tariq, Shaquille O'Neal]
People know me on these streets, playa – I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise – what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, there ain't no love lost
People know me on these streets, playa – I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise – what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
[Verse 2: Lord Tariq]
L.A. to Bronx to BK-lyn
Together, we provide a ton of better on the way in
We rhyme related
Very under-estimated, that's why I'm winnin'
In this world of sins, steady grinning, money boss spendin'
Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential
Spiritually and mental – what you into, I done been through
Preachin' my words and don't know it, you owe it
It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it
Ain't nothin' changed but the playas
The game remains the same
I had a ten year run – hey, I can't complain
Took the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi
From the B.X., we–ridin' to South Beach on jet ski
Play to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'
You breathin' a good one, but where I'm from y'all forbidden
Come around? Bad decision, you'd rather be in prison
Ain't no duckin' when I'm delivering, won't be forgivin-in'
Layin' there shiverin', half the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
I'll make make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z – outta sight
[Chorus: Jay-Z, Shaquille O'Neal]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Lookin' at me, straight focus, I'm givin' 'em straight folk a surprise
What I do is already legalized, analyze how I floss
Of course – ain't no love lost
People know me on these streets, playa – I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise – what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Fo' sho', everything's for dough now (Uh)
Flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now
It's platinum nowadays, we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever wanna show down
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out
Y'all don't like it, sue me – fuck, I'll settle out
Ghetto'ed out, in the vehicle, bent
These days I've mellowed out
See, success make a fella content (Uh-huh)
You know – this rap star, Papi Chulo, Jay-Z Hugo
Course, playa – you lost, playa
I know you rappers wanna see me fail
But quicker see 600 S.L. V-12, live with it
Y'all got dough to get, get it, I got mine
Your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time too high, too many hands in your pie
70/30, the nigga you work for, work for me, bottom line
[Chorus: Shaquille O'Neal]
People know me on these streets, playa – I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise – what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
[Verse 4: Nas]
I spend nights on corners – see the crack, cop my first smack
No longer scared to pump when y'all pump, now I burst back
It hurts that, don't seem cream could make my purse fat
Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse, black
But curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match
Blowing like Tahiti, throw off NYPD
Am I greedy, like Amin Idi?
See me in the fly Celine Gibby frames and a beanie
I flip my loot twice a week on the most strife of streets
You got no right to eat by the laws of life we keep
Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given
Stressing how I'm living it
Thinking when my loot first came – look what I did with it
Bought my click lasers and pages
Rolling 10 deep to Las Vegas
Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators
Feeding peoples from the Bridge to Decatur
But now – 2 years, 5 months, and 30 days later
I still put out the street flavor
But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear
I woke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years
Bubble-eyed small fry, loaded .45
Just thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by
So now that I can see the three-sixty
Now that it's me that's jiggy
The coolie head, they want to stick me – whoa
[Outro: Pete Rock]
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house...
