Resevoir Dogs Lyrics - Jay-z

(Sheek) 

Fuck -- shit is real right here 

Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers 

Don't get it twisted 

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo 

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass 

with no mask, look at the camera like what? 

Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed 

To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy 

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal 

If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids 

I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola? bid? 

And walk the streets up in? like I don't fuckin care 

If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs 

Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children 

when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building 

Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores 

Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores 

I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way 

Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray 

As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall 

Takin shots of Louie til I fall 

Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove 

and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move 

My team, you would think was on Thorazine 

How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing 

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(Beanie Sigel) 

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now 

Pick out a quiet town and tie it down 

Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now 

Beanie Mac I supply it now 

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats 

Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps 

Bag enough coke to last a few weeks 

In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats 

You really wanna test my name? And test my game? 

Until you have me, test my aim? 

Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles 

Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule 

Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin 

Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin 

Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin 

Cop off the lot never see me at the auction 

Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin 

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin 

Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct 

Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend 

Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans 

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(Jadakiss) 

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box 

Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops 

You feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX 

If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot 

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family 

Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami 

Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper 

Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper 

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag 

you gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it 

Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce 

Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce 

They got me where I can't be without my large gat 

Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat 

Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline 

Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines 

Six months in the county or fed time 

I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime 

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga 

ever had beef with, son is a bastard 

Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X. 

Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered 

I told you the pain was comin 

You wouldn't listen 

You tried to play me like a joke? 

Now who got the last laugh? 

Now take these bullets with you to hell 

(Sauce Money) 

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit 

So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick 

Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy 

Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die 

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew 

I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose 

Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff 

I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off 

Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off 

Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off 

Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews 

Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews 

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch 

Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with 

I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin 

for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull 

(Styles) 

I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are 

I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car 

I don't care about your block and whoever you shot 

I don't care about your album and whenever it drop 

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked 

I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash 

Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz 

Shootin backwards, just for practice 

Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket 

Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you 

Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you 

I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock 

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock 

I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven 

You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me 

I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella 

Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella 

(Jay-Z) 

I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers 

Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma 

Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta 

Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna 

Whoa. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners 

Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon 

Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed 

Get brained in the four dot six Range 

Shit main, switch lanes 

every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine 

Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain 

Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that 

You don't wanna owe that man 

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man 

Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more 

I just sit on my money til I'm above the law 

How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses 

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga 

Multiple cars and divas with D-classes 

Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic 

Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me? 

Put some more beat on that joint