Reservoir Dogs (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/The Lox/Beanie Siegel/Sauce Money

F**k sh*t is real right here

Roc a Fella LOX takin the streets over motherf**kers

Don't get it twisted

Yo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo

Yo shut the f**k up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your a**

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 f**k 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 f**kin care

If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs

Get off mine y'all talk sh*t like little children

When I ride mine like *****ed when I walk up in the building

Cause I catch tans in the winter with wild whores

Jet-skiin 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 f**k 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 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 heats

You really wanna test my name And test my game

Until you have me test my aim

Y'all niggaz nuts like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule

Perhaps 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 ni**a why you grillin The LOX

If this rap sh*t 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

Sh*t is deep now dog but it gets deeper

F**k 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 ni**a until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic any ni**a

Ever had beef with son is a bastard

Anytime I spit spit acid L O X

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 motherf**kers is sick don't think Sauce the sh*t

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 f**k 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 ni**a 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 b**ch

Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with

I'm a meal stackin ni**a who pull quick still packin

For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a F**K who you are so F**K who you are

I don't care about a pretty b**ch 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 sh*t I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz

Shootin backwards just for practice

Ride or die ni**a 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 Roc-a-Fella

Jay (what the f**k) 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 sh*t changed

Get brained in the four dot six Range

Sh*t main switch lanes

Every town I hit switch planes b**ch 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 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 f**k you gonna stop us with your measly asses

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes ni**a

Multiple cars and divas with D-classes

Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic

Sh*t beyotch What the f**k ya heard me

Put some more beat on that joint