[Styles]
  It's sorta like the Holy Trinity...
  I'ma say...
  I say it's like three different guns you fuckin faggots
  Get shot three different ways
  Matter fact, make that six different ways
  Gun in each hand bitch
  None of y'all betta
  [Primo scratch twice-- Jadakiss] - "Aint none of y'all betta"
  If it is name it
  We'll squash you, ASAP, feel it
    All I know, niggas give me all my dough
  Like Boston George comin through with all my blow
  Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet
  Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
  Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
  Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans
  Cuz I still rob niggas for coke
  Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dope
  I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
  I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
  Like Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me Paniro
  Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it
  Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
  Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don't talk (no doubt)
  Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
  If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch
    [Primo scratches:]
  [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..."
  [Sonja Blade] - "what y'all know about..." [Styles P] - " put in my work..."
  [Sheek] - "on the block..."
  [Jadakiss] - "aint none if y'all betta..." [Styles P] - "but you know it's all real..."
  [Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!"
  [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..." [Sonja Blade] - "what y'all know about..."
  [Styles P] - "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on the block..."
  [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..." [Styles P] - "bet you know it's all real..."
  [Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!"
  [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..."
    [Sheek]
  Let's get it poppin my nigga
  Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga
  and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store
  You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
  and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year
  If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there
  If it means grabbin your kids out daycare
  Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed
  It's Sheek Louch, I aint got no heart
  I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark
  I put 28 holes through the icy car
  Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze
  If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's
  LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker
  The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker
  Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what
    [Primo scratches]
    [Jadakiss]
  Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
  over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
  Runners love to pump the bomb
  They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
  You god, minus the 12 disciples
  I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles
  If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
  I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do
  and everybody gon' follow me now
  Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
  Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry
  It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried
  You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker
  In my block still doin twenty-five a day
  Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
  But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?
    [Primo scratches]