(Puff talking) Yeah, the game of life In this game it's not whether you win or lose But how you played the game Come on (Stylez) Everything involves the lox Ask the niggas with the money in the safe And the cats on cell blocks Car parked in the lot Door is locked And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot I announce the bounce Smooth like an ounce Blow more ways than one Y'all niggas count One mississippi - you can't get with me Two mississippi - you never gon' hit me Three mississippi - can't no bitch trick me Four mississippi - won't no dog sick me Five mississippi - we in mississippi Twenty deep in the block Real niggas rock with me Blazing, reving in the black 9-11 Lox out of sight like michael knight and kevin Living dead Hoes giving head to the feds Catch him with the calico Light him up in bed Chorus x2 (stylez) Livin' the life, either you rise or fall It's a two-way street be large or small Livin' the life, either you die or ball It's a two-way street be rich or poor (Sheek) My niggas order parts for cars like motherfuckin' pizza For years While you get all yours from sears What!? nigga even my guns be ger-man Links, cu-ban Rugs, persian Now we can take this another level pa-pa And simply bust your pinata you hot-sa Lox take blocks Turn 'em into fort knox Cake wasn't blowin' here Till we started going there What!? I ain't hateing you cause you's a little richer But you old and I'm young, so that mean I think quicker When bitch drunk I'm bent up I bounce with the land blow (?) pump the missile Black berry molassi Flossin' with the bad mama sita My chi-ca Be ten cent Job with the government Tap the fed line So when they raid I'll be lovin' it Chorus x2 (Jadakiss) I swear under oath no bullshit will any lock take Cause we stop drama like anti-lock brakes High stakes Politic, pies and cakes Real niggas do dirt, tell lies, then skate What up son? What you bullshittin' bout now huh? Where we from? Don't matter cause we gettin' it done Land rover, double sun roof Bulletproof Tangaray and grapefruit Got me hurlin' on my boots Man please Spit it out, twist the trees 5-40 I fly when I'm dissin' the d's Deep dish p. Sip dom p. with ease First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze Ain't about that Trying to do without that Makin' niggas fuck up their budget Time to get their paper route back L-o-x three letter word, black mall With every last member of the team on the job Whether ir be controllin' the street Holdin' the heat Really don't matter to me Long as we eat Chorus x2

Somebody slipped me a mickey I'm dustin' my Raucomb Can't see straight and I can't feel my jawbone Can't find my phone so I can't even call home Damn (damn) Heard a nigga said he was buggin' Where Sheek Louch or Jadakiss or cousin? Which one of them niggas could come get him? 'Cause homie set him up and you know that he gone wet 'em Don't know where I'm at or why I'm there Or what the fuck I was doin', my memory is ruined (my memory's ruined) If I blacked out that seems awkward (huh?) I feel nauseous, I'm usually so cautious (usually) Searchin' for somethin' that's familiar But then I smell haze from Vermilyea I guess I'm on Dyckman in the Heights (guess) Then I heard nut-cracker and Vicodin and Ice It was the plug's right hand Felt the gun butt, woke up in the big white van Y'all niggas just kidnapped the kid? He told me, "Hell yeah, boy, you you know what it is" "I know where you live, I'ma bring you to the crib" "If you don't get the money up, I'ma kill your kids" Told him, "Nigga, I just moved" He hit me with the gun again, I know it's gon' bruise Damn, came in the house, took off my shoes (uh-huh) Put my feet up, grabbed the remote, turned on the news Cheese Doodles, Ramen Noodles, Toaster Strudels (the munchies man) I'm high, nigga 'bout to make pancakes Or should I just go to sleep until styles come? (Where this nigga at man?) He takin' too long we supposed to do a juice bar run Then my phone rang like, "Yo, we got your man" (who this?) I hang up like this stupid bitch playin' again (stop playin' with me) Then he hit me with a picture of SP I'm sayin' to myself, "What kidnapper gon' text me?" Fuck outta here, "LOL, FOH" Then he send another picture with a gun on his waist I'm like, oh shit (what?), I need more liquor I got money and everythin' don't touch my nigga (touch) Where we meetin' at? I'm comin' alone, grab my chrome Then I hit my nigga Kiss on the phone (ayo Kiss, come over here my nigga) Ayo dog, it's funky out this bitch (what you mean?) It's some coward niggas tryin' to get rich I swear to God, I'ma leave these niggas right in the ditch He like, "Yo, chill, chill, try to relax, I know you ready to go to war" I'm like, "Nigga that's facts" (facts, nigga) But if you come around the back, silencers on And put a couple in the air (you got this?), these niggas is gone I grabbed the .44 long, they think somethin' is sweet Box of shells already had the pump in the Jeep (word) Closed casket, I ain't leavin' nothin' to see Tryna figure out who these niggas fuckin' with P They probably seen him makin' a bet, puttin' it in We got family on Sherman, it wouldn't be them Like the line between love and hate, couldn't be thin (uh-huh) They don't rock like that or we wouldn't be friends (drop like that) Ready to dump on sight in front of the law I met Louch on Academy in front of the stall (what's up nigga, you ready?) Was the call blocked or did they leave a number to call? He like, "Nah, son, private, hop in, drive it" Anythin' we ever been through, we survived it, you know that, nigga" Real talk, I just hope they don't try shit Before we get to 'em or somebody gotta die quick Shit, I was lost for a second (uh-huh) I snapped right back when we crossed 207th Thinkin' to myself, should've bought the MAC-11 (fuck they doin') Seen a white van followin' the Porsche in the seven (Yo, who the fuck are those niggas man?) Damn, maybe I'm just illin' (yo, is that?) The van made a right, BM in the Porsche trailed 'em (Hol' on, follow 'em, follow 'em) We was two cars back (uh-huh) They went through the light then pulled over by a buildin' (slow down) Still no signs of the ghost (uh-uh) We kept our eyes on 'em, but we didn't play 'em close (slow up, slow up) Seen the crib that they went in (slow up, slow up) Cocked my shit, Louch slipped another clip in Knocked on the door with the hammers (let me out) They all lookin' at the playback on the cameras (what the fuck?) Lucky we ain't squeeze off the weapons Part of a short film that P was directin' Yeah, we needed to get it without rushin' (got it) We set it up right, the white van was production We caught y'all both in rare form We gotta shoot shit like this from here on (I'm tellin' you son) Then we got high and bent And laughed it off Yeah, and that's how that went, word (This shit fuckin' crazy) Haha, this nigga P He got me and Louch ridin' all around Washington Heights With motherfuckin' pumps, .44 longs, Desert Eagles All kind of shit that get you a hundred years Lookin' for this nigga in one of these buildings And the whole time, he tapin' this shit For him and- Shootin' a short film him and Poobz wrote (we got this shit Poobz) This niggas the illest yo (we got these niggas on camera, my nigga) Anyway after we calmed down, we meet The Dominican niggas gave us a couple ounces We bought a couple bottles We got high and drunk And we laughed that shit off while them niggas was editin' that shit This nigga's crazy yo (you see this shit nigga) Ha-ha! Hollywood on these niggas, word Word, to everything nigga This shit lookin' crazy Fuckin' crazy