JAY-Z, The LOX, Beanie Sigel, Sauce Money - Reservoir Dogs lyrics

Fuck - shit is real right here
Roc-A-Fella, LOX
Taking the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted

Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
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 spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like
I'm looking 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 bids
And walk the streets up in NY
Like I don't fucking 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
But wanna ride mine like bitches when
I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter
With wild whores
Jet-skiing, while you keep warm
At corner stores
I make it hot, flooding your block
The best way
Professionally, they'll find poison
In your X-Ray as I get roasted looking at
Biggie posted on my wall
Taking shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nutting to lose
Just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster
'til I swear Big moved
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give
A fuck what it's cost-ing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes
It's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggas lock it down
Y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mack, 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 niggas 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 niggas nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your
Apartment building vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walking
Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparking
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparkling
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawking
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not trying to meet the Sergeant
At the precinct eating cheese sandwiches
Down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably
Do ten in the box come down on appeal then
I'm killing your pops
You feeling The LOX, nigga
Why you grilling The LOX?
If this rap shit don't work
Niggas 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 niggas can't deny it
Lot of cats still trying 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 opening up, or headline
Doing the speed limit or pushing 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
Ruff Ryder you heard? We
Got the game mastered

I told you the pain was coming
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

You motherfuckers is sick
Don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggas on my nuts I
Thought I lost my dick
Picture me falling off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you
But your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way
I'm sonning your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggas coming to lose
Something to prove? Spit it
We can have a spray off
I lay off wack niggas and kill
'em on my day off
Ain't nutting 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 shit's
They beat slaves with
I'm a mil stacking nigga who pull quick
Still packing
For you Phil Jackson niggas on that Bull shit

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 lighting 'dro with
A whole lotta hash far as this rap shit
I'm ten steps ahead of niggas
Shooting backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hopping in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you
Blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spitting
Let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggas 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 Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella
Screaming (what the fuck) , spending mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us
'cause we 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 brain in the four dot six Range
Shit mayne, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch
Flip big 'caine flow with no cut
You take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fuckas is nodding and throwing 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 gon' stop
Us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls, we got E-ZPasses
Nigga multiple cars and divas with D-Classes
Iceberg sweats with IB on the elastic
Shit, beatch! What the fuck
Ya heard me? Ha ha haha
Put some more beat on that joint