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)
Why they always talking about money?
Cause we like money bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
L-o-x and we won't stop
Bad boy, i'm a show you how we get this money

(stylez)
You can't take this
Players hate this
Rainbow glow
European bracelet
Made his mouth drop, now he need a face lift
Mommies run up on me and ask me to taste it
Hand on my crotch
Got to be the sales or the band on my watch
Damn i'm so hot!
They call me arrogent
While you slide with seven mommies in a caravan
You start traveling
I'll make you a believer
Hotter in the club getting brain from a diva
Leave with a beezer
Black cadillac riding with an old geezer
With ten different hustles so every foe sees us
No reason
We just peas in a pod
Trying to get the paper
We the g's in the lot
Long as the water boil we bound to keep it hot
It's gon' be turmoil if you thinking that it's not

Chorus x2
(puff)
I'm a show you how you get this money (make it hot)
I'm a show you how you get this money (don't stop)
I'm a show you how you get this money (i fucks wit you)
I'm a show you how you get this money (get money)

(jadakiss)
Three fly cats that get money with go gimmicks
Y'all just so timid
My soldiers be no limit
What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis
And riding out till the coast guard come and get me
Beat that!
Me, stylez, and sheek be like 4, 5, 6 so no matter what you roll you
Can't beat that
Who you know could take an old record and flip like puff?
From small clubs to arenas
Who flip like us?
Everytime they pull up
Whips be plush
Chicks be tough
Bad boy, hits r us
Back it's me, west indies
Slimmy
Me and kimmy
And i taught her how to say, "may i have a steady gimme"
I ain't bustin cause we picked up them joints you tossed
Y'all was hot until the lox came and cooled y'all off
It's the kiss
Are you hearing me?
I think i'm blessed lyrically
Mad rappers with three lp's sill fearing me

Chorus x2

(sheek)
You see, we bounce on tracks like bas-ketball
And bust down songs till our throat need halls
L-o-x-pedition
I spend all day fishing
And won't catch one
Just me and mommy out in the sun
Just sailing, chain so icy if i threw it up
You think it was hailing
Don't even ask me what the price be
To go to a show, no clubs just arenas
Headliner stevie wonder, no small cat between us
After parties be goin like venus
My chick gots be the meanest
Before i come
That night
If she ain't she ain't partying right
That's how we like to play in bad boys with all the fly shit
And that's how we do the chips kid
Multiplying
Beef, don't apply it
Please don't try it cause we ain't with that
But if so you gon' need a plastic bag where your shit at
Lox and we got that cash you want to get at

Chorus x3

[jadakiss]
What's the deally yo? <wha?>
I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
(jadakiss...)
Yeah (i like that)
Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
Yo, yo yo

[verse 1]
When you think of me you think of a problem
Who? what? when? and how you gonna solve em
Automatic or revolving
The k i double s and, here's the lesson
Most beams is infared, but mine's is flourescent
No matter where you go, i'ma spot you
No matter how many people you put me in front of, i'ma rock you
And if you try to be the hard top, i'ma drop you
I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey
Cuz you ain't nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny
And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
In these ??? games these chickens, try to run me
Ya'll know ya'll can't touch us, i flow lushes
It's so real i make her hop out, and get the dutches
I'm sittin on a thousand birds, and i hide from the cameras (why?)
Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words
Ain't ya'll heard? ya'll get what ya'll deserved
Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served
And you got some nerve, for p-hing
Jason, do you have any idea who you facing?
Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out
It's hot it's burning my mouth, that's why i spit it out
It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen
And it's sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention

[chorus]

Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years i should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing

-repeat-

[verse 2]
Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, bullet proof designer shirt
Rolling with a china doll, she'll be reminding ya'll
Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course
Jadakiss and l-o-x boss
A pro cause i grow off the shit that i absorb
You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke
You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke
Niggas making a movie, so i came to edit
Wiping everybody out, right before the credits
I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with
When shit be going right, i flip into the wrong shit
The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless
I ain't even big and i size niggas up
Cuz they eyes give em up, look at em and see they butt
I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go
You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko
Every since 12 i've been spittin like tabacco
Relax though, pop the tape cd and the wax though
They wonder how, but the thing about ours
We open up 24 hours
Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power
So you should keep quiet, you a coward
About to be layed out flat, and pushing up flowers

[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)