Yeah
Uhhh
It's time for everybody
To get they muthafuckin' minds right
Cause it's about to go down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid Capri
Ill Na Na
And the muthafuckin' L O X
That's right From the top of New York where they be poppin' they corks
From the bottom of the slums where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us
Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is
My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies
Six cars between us, laced out
Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
My python, gettin' sex
In hotels with connect the rooms
Fill letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on
From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates
For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates
From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DM
Yeah
Uhhh
It's time for everybody
To get they muthafuckin' minds right
Cause it's about to go down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid Capri
Ill Na Na
And the muthafuckin' L O X
That's right From the top of New York where they be poppin' they corks
From the bottom of the slums where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us
Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is
My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies
Six cars between us, laced out
Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
My python, gettin' sex
In hotels with connect the rooms
Fill letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on
From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates
For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates
From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DM