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