Money Power Respect

*background singing, children playing*

This is the north part of yonker
Their home
A whole world all to itself
You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here
It might as well be 3,000 miles away
Over there, that's alexander street precinct
The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood
It was around 1997
L-o-x was the sound of the street
(*short clip of a song by the lox*)
Felt like there was a bad boy in every corner back then
Was the time then
Mike tyson was about to fight holyfield
For the heavyweight title
Tyson was that nigga, word up
Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot
To watch the fight on pay-per-view
That's gettys square
That's where everything went down at
I'll talk to y'all about that later
Over there
That's the hill
That's where we got rated at
Cops battling
A little red house
59, chestnut street, second floor
That's the lookout store
Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot
All you would here is...

* send corrections to menace4430@aol.com

I think it's time i start feelin bitchy
I've been too nice, too muthafuckin long
Yeah, it's definately time i get nasty
[goin' be some shit]

Sheek:
Yeah, yo, well if i can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
First y'all industry niggas shut the fuck up
Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the vibe
Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
I stop the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
And y'all niggas kill me with that windy williams shit
Well see a playa (?), swear a nigga puff jerkin niggas money
Something ain't right, them niggas ain't got no whips
Where they rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more chips
Shit y'all doin nothin, i can buy a (?) for a bitch
Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married
We ain't engaged, don't be mad if i don't take you backstage
Yo, if i hit that i hit that, why don't you leave it at that
Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bitches on jacks
That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn
That's why many of these younger brothers don't go on that turn
As for y'all mc's, whoever write your rhymes
Might as well hold your microphone, thats how i feel if it ain't your own
But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your
Sixteen balls
Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours
Y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the fuck up

Chorus:
Shut the fuck up
[hot damn]
(goin be some shit)

Sheek:
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo i pump up, get big walk through the party jig
Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid
No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from lox
You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks
The freaky one, mom said i was soon to be done
Because i sexed more, and my career's yet to begun
But i can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until puff showed me the better things in life
And how to live phat like biggie, so i present my shit like that
Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, part time job
Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs
Caught slippin almost got sheek plugged, jack daniel, dog
Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he spit around i'm like, whoa!
I guess it was god that pushed my head down, cause i ain't know, word yo
And since then neither religious or christian, but i keep the faith in him
Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now they better
(?), wha

(chrous)

Sheek:
Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been conair, everytime we fly but we don't jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic, gats plastic
Now thats sweet, unditected, so when i walk through the scanners it don't beep
I hear fuck sheek, fuck the lox, styles, and jay, so what they signed to bad
Boy
Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if i'm gettin jerked i'm still
Seein noise
Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms
So i sit and (?) like a bitch, lox in cancun
Up in daddios fuckin wild hoes, the groupy chicas
So fuck y'all, we paid y'all (..?..), we train hard continuously, cause we
Smart
I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't stop til one of us
Depart
With one through the heart, but even then that won't stop us
Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from
Arthritis
In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your website like spiders
Old and gray we're still the same lox you can't divide us, wha

(chorus)

[jadakiss]
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen benz everything's according to plans
If anybody in the fam gets pinched
Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench
Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
And don't worry 'bout me i won't approach the bench
Now let's roll out and get that paper retho
It might look easy but it's not sweet though
It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo
This is real life this ain't no tv show
Word up- backed out
With the macs out
'nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot
22 dilinger a piece for the boot
Couple of bombs
Remote for the alarms
Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s
Me and styles wasn't blunted
Must be your point to deal with money
Even though i was nervous somehow it was still funny
I hopped in one son hopped in the other
Word to mother both trucks burn rubber
Figure we could blanff with a mil or two
In a tentacle
I pulled up behind chemical
Doors locked styles left the other one
Down four blocks it's on now ready or not

[styles]
Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
And the first thing i grab honey in the fotch
Split for nothing
You get the same you hit the button
Before we hit the safe
Where's the videotape
Gotta look it in the face- forget it
I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
Money and death- what you pick?
And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
Money is paper and the banks built bricks
All of a sudden i heard a different gun's clip
I couldn't be hit
Cuz i didn't feel shit
So i duck into cover
Yell for my brother
I yell yo

[jadakiss]
Then i yell yo back
You can bounce now dog i filled up two sacks
Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
I looked outside and i saw the lieutenant
And i thought to myself, "damn, styles is finished!"
We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
Damn, nigga better get the captain
Heard six shots 'bout three hit the captain
Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
Area surrounded parking lot packed in
Just knocked my man off now i was trapped in
But you know i'm going out in a blast
With this last pineapple like they use in m*a*s*h
And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
I pull the pin

So what's l-o-x about?
Livon off experience
The lox man
Word up
We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience
And we just do it and we do it for real

(puff talking)
See, i want to get back to the love
Let's start love over, come on

Chorus (carl thomas)
Let's start love over
Back to the way things were
Forget about them
Cause all we got is us
We can make it
Sad if we try
I want to start love over
Let's make it do or die

(stylez)
When i was nine years old
I realized there was a road
At the end i would win lots of pots of gold
Days, when i used to have my play clothes on
I would make up my rhymes the middle of voltron
But you've learned what the herbs do
Breaking curfew
Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium
Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum
Some break a boogie but those that don't
Was usually a fighter
Rollin' easy riders
Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter
A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar
But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow
Little kids is big now
They'll push your wig now
Can't send them to the store
But you can send them for roll
And put them on my vine
And give them one big push for all mankind

Chorus

(jadakiss)
People still taking rapping for a joke
A passing hope
Or a phrase with a rope
What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes?
Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks
Remember playing in the streets, touch football
Look y'all
Somebody get mad and bounce with they football
Twenty four hour block parties
Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy
Adults used to think i was scheming
But i was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin'

Now everytime that i rhyme i can tell that you like it
Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic
Your mind is weary, floating like a dove
Sweating and things, like you were making love
Control the crowd so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

Bridge (looped while puff talks)
Where's the love?
Somebody tell me
Where's the love?
Because we want to know

(puff talking)
I remember everybody i loved, everybody
It wasn't always player hating
There wasn't jealousy and all this envy
It was the love

(sheek)
Ayo hip hop
Set out in the park
What?
We used to do it out in the dark
All night long till the cops made us go
Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window
Lees on, thinking you fresh
Trying to impress
Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead
Ponytail swaying, she hot
Standing like she bull legged, but she not
You remember the days?
That's when crack was affecting blacks like that
Just drink some valentine ale, little reefer
Friday night, go check out star child at the theater
That's all corrupt
Over rap you might get bust
Say the wrong thing
End up in a permanent sling
Went from shelltops to hollowtops
Used to rock the bus stop
Now we electric slide from the cops
Want some veterans in this
That ain't keeping it real
Now with god we chill over a record deal
Always the good ones to go
Never your enemies die
Till this day i wonder why they took my man b.i.
No time to yell rhymes in the microphone
Take this more serious than just a poem
Rock party to party
While you're out the door
But tear it up yo, let's start love over

Chorus
Bridge x2

* send corrections to boggmoss@harborcom.net

[styles]
Catch me in the dirt ??
In the ?? porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, what?, and we ain't get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the vipe and i ain't stopping at the light
Can't see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period
Hell of a living, shit being on television
Ball i'ma score everytime there's an inning
I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
Everybody want a pool, i need an ocean to swim in

Chorus:
[kelly price]
?your fault?, so right (so right)
It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
?your fault?, so tight (so tight)
You need an encore (give me an encore)

[sheek]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo before i rock a show i pray to god in a huddle
Sheek laid back, you know i'm bout to bubble
All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble
We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun
Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
International despite thee, westcoast beef
I blew it down on keenen ivory
Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain
So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop
Now you spook, you heard lox about to drop
Pop the top, we got this in a can like pringle
Heard one song, now you changing up your single
While i mingle, sheek the black man gingle
In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual

Chorus

[jadakiss]
Yeah, wha?, wha?, yo yo yo yo

Now what ya'll think we here for? aight then
Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us
Cuz we lost b.i.g., but he still wit us
Fooled ya'll ass, ya'll tools don't blast
All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash
I hang my plaques in the bathroom
Cuz i'm sill thinking bout making a hit
While i'm taking a shit
Playa haters be scraping the 6
For no reason, that don't even make no sense
I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints
If you want beef, see you at the bad boy cook out
Get a new look out, pull your black book out
Who you know pal for enough to distribute
2.5 and that's just the tribute
Anything envolved with benji's we with that
With the good comes the bad never forget that

Chorus to fade

(jadakiss)
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Aiyo i woke up in a daze wit da slight headache
You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late
Serious jetlag when i get to bed late
That why i fuck cause i be weak when i get head late
Today i got a session wit ronnie i mean veronica
Met her last year about a week before hanukkah
Sounds foolish i mean honey wasn

(stylez)
Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant
Always seem pleasant
Happy to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light
Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game
Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in
He a little time nigga, i ain't thinking of stoppin him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
Been experts and done less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than them
These cats didn't think that the lox could do it
Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
I'm the ghost of this shit, i provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my shit
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch
Loud tracks
I'm the quiet loud ass
Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass
Make six digits eight and cop a palace
Make every rapper sick and call me malace
Y'all niggas never know what the stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?
Never answer back, i'm the cancer on the track
Just think, i could blink, and make the pink panther black

Chorus x2
(jadakiss)
Who's not to be fucked with?
(stylez)
That's me
(jadakiss)
Who's to be fucked with?
(stylez)
That's them
Why don't you watch my back while i go ask them?
(jadakiss)
And if they want beef later on i splash them
(stylez)
And if they want to flow, right now i thrash them
Should i give it to them new style or old fashion

(stylez)
Do i have to break down the walls
Stay off the floor
I'm the general dog, i start the war
Make every m.c. never spit again
When i leave 'em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no game
Stylez go broke, i'm a rob the folk train
I feel no pain
Steal cocain
Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that i want it nigga, better listen
Blunt is the magic wand, i'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician
With an anecdote that can stop my colission
Before you start asking, i'm a start splashing
When i come through, it's like ten planes crashing
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
What's the next issue?
Sheek did official
Called spielberg, cops get tissue
So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you
Next question is where nasa at?
We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad
When we down on the craps
We plasmic gats
Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero
Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows
Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes

Chorus x2

* send corrections to menace4430@aol.com

Come on, yeah
[i'm comin]
Come on, yeah
[i'm comin]
Come on, yeah
[i'm comin]
Come on, yeah
[i'm comin]
(2x)

Stlyes:
Can't stop, won't stop
Everything drop like panties, hot like miami
Move like little black kid stealing candy
Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream
Real generals never fail eighteen
Would you believe, i know what's up your sleeve
If you said in your last time, (?)
And thought he saw the devil, jay kissed his feet
You think not, as if
Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas
Is he rockin cashmiere? y'all know we don't pass there
Matter fact, i scoped out there last year
Hit him on the head said there ain't no cash there
Stay home, styles about to hit tony rhomes
Puff out his own with this chick from rome
(?), funny how i'm greedy, used to be needy
But now the sean-don keep the (?)

Chorus-puff daddy:
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff daddy and the goodfellas don't stop
Can't stop, won't stop
(2x)

Sheek:
Hey, yo it's crazy we here now every chick want my baby
My career clear while your shit look hazy
Bang with us? i don't think so, we platinum plus
With no airplay so ain't shit for us to discuss
But when we hit, you can't understand how we did it
At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it
Fourty-eight hours of old tea like nick nolte
Young but o-g's at this rap shit nigga please
One hit for all of us to start eatin
And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats
Our parents are sharp like cactuses
And you can tell by chips, we sleep on matresses
Dimes flooded out in the hidous
Shit you see in magazines, cut out we freak them hoes
Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens
Now relax as we videotape you in the bed

(chorus 2x)

Jay:
If we talk about dollars, only thing i turn down is my collar
Pull out turn them around, if he reach make him holler
Who runnin the town? the goodfellas
Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother?
With the third-person, you might catch me surfin
Money i be jerkin, my newborn be burpin
Can't stop, won't stop, i want respect
And i only bum heads with checks
In the suite with this honey from bangladesh
Pop a snapple, i (?) lay on my chest
All i had to do was get it there, she doin the rest
Take a l to the head, then we listen to flex
Yes, the black hood, and i mack good
With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood
Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good?
Baby we ain't gon' stop, but you should

(chorus)