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Reservoir Dogs (Feat. Blackstreet)

Jay-Z

Fuck shit is real right here
RocaFella LOX
takin the streets
over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted

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'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real
like I'm lookin 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 bid
And walk the streets up in
like I don't fuckin 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
when I ride mine like bitched
when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter
with wild whores
Jetskiin while you keep warm
at corner stores
I make it hot floodin your block
the best way
Professionally they'll find
poison in your X Ray
As I get roasted lookin at
Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose just load
the clip up in the groove
and kick rhymes to the poster
til I swear Big move
My team you would think was
on Thorazine
How we floss and don't
give a fuck what it's costing
pressure bust pipes
it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town
and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down
y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac 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 niggaz wanna test
vest and a few heat
You really wanna test my name
And test my game
Until you have me test my aim
Y'all niggaz nuts like testicles
Cut you up in your
'partment building best of view
It's best for you to
keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin
keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie Bezzie
stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never
see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken
when it's hawkin
Out on the strip until
I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant
at the precinct
Eatin 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 killin your pops
You feelin The LOX
nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work
niggaz 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 niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin
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 openin up
or headline
Doin the speed limit
or pushin 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 LOX
Ruffryder you heard
We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin
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 niggaz on my nuts
I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off
I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you
but your man'll die
What's the difference Either way
I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all
niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove Spit it
we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and
kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin 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 shits
they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga
who pull quick still packin
for you Phil Jackson niggaz
on that Bull
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 lightin 'dro
with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit
I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards
just for practice
Ride or die nigga
hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you
blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin
let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz 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 ruffryde and pop a fella
for RocaFella
Jay what the fuck
spendin mozzarella
I know pop you can't stand us
cause you 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 brained in the four
dot six Range
Shit main switch lanes
every town I hit
switch planes
bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut
you take it in vain
vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin
and throwin up
you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you get the pictur
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 gonna stop us
with your measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls
we got EZ passes nigga
Multiple cars and divas
with D classes
Iceberg sweat with IB
on the elastic
Shit beyotch What the fuck
ya heard me
Put some more beat on that joint




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