[Styles]. Lick a shot for the predicate felons. And gangster niggas that know that. Doing their time is better than tellin. Don't tell dog, lick a shot for the graveyard shift.
"I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high. I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high. I get high on your memory, high on your memory. HIGH on your memory".
[Lil' Mo]. Styles P.... It's Lil' Mo, holla at me. Get that cash daddy. . [Styles]. If it's you versus me - think about it. They goin' yell my name when they announce the winner.
Get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah. Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? Ayo Brat. . Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side.
*featuring Jadakiss, Styles. . [Lil' Jon]. Come on, yeah OK. Motherfucker, y'all know who it is. Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz. I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son).
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed. And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head. 'Cause if you targettin' the L.O.X., you might as as well target a box.
[Jadakiss]. Ahh. Uhuh. Yeah. D-Block. R 3, motherfuckers couldn't wait. Yeah. . Niggas not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on'em). Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cell.
Now what y'all wanna do?. Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?. Brawlers who be dippin' in the Benz wit the spoilers. On the low from the Jake in the Taurus.
[Lil' Jon]. Come on, yeah OK. Motherfucker, y'all know who it is. Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz. I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son).
*featuring M.O.P.. . [Big Sam]. Aight, motherfuckers. . [Lil' Jon]. Bitch niggas run and hide!. (Ha, Yeah) I'm doing this for my niggas!. (NIGGA!). . [Big Sam].
[Big Sam]. Aight, motherfuckers. . [Lil' Jon]. Bitch niggas run and hide!. (Ha, Yeah) I'm doing this for my niggas!. (NIGGA!). . [Big Sam]. C'mon, C'mon.
Something has stuck in. Underneath my skin. Eyes all looking in. For something within. Somewhere in here. . Now, everything I say. Gives this all away.
Yo, this nigga Drag-On burn niggas, flame niggas. Potch niggas, sautee niggas, skin scorch niggas. You could be any complexion, black, caucasian. We spit razors in kiloid faces.
My outlet is full of powerful niggas. Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah. Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high. Then slap box my ghost till one of us cry.
No, no, no, I told you, I live this shit. I ain't just up here, rappin' and tappin'. Spittin' and skittin' and shit, naw, not me. I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you, Pusha.
What I gotta do let y'all niggaz know?. I am +THE NICEST+ +EVER+ heh. Hardcore? Commercial?. Whatchu wanna do, you wanna wile up, you wanna dance?. Don't matter to me, I got it all locked down baby.