[SP Killer]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X, motherfucker
Niggas don't know how we 'bout to come this time
No more shiny suits
None of that shit

[Chorus: x2]
We gonna R-U-double F-R-Y-D-E
Revolver, semi-automatic, and a P.G.
Hooptie getaway driver
Breathe easy
Explain thing further
Murder or get murdered

[Styles Paniro]
Half of them hustle, half of them killers
All of them niggas want to kill Paniro
Better send the guerrillas
'Cause beef is like a brand new car
You better ride
Every time I sleep, I die
Wish I was gone (Ya know)
Felt dumb when I was young
I used to wish I was on
I'm a stay blunted and red with one in the head
Niggas thinkin' they the don
Till their shit get bombed
I put four in your shootin' arm
Two in your legs
Like ten in your chest
The last one in your head
I give you the whole clip
Like you cheated and stole shit
Knocked off the pack
Flossed and no chips
You know the business
Empty rap kill your co-defendant
Keep it, male, and catch a body in trial
If you want a nigga dead then do it holiday styles
Come with two guns up and empty both of the clips
Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth

[Chorus: x2]

[Sheek Luchion]
Yo, yo, yo
I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack
One pair of clothes, two hos and buggy with that
Want to beef me?
Y'all niggas is borrowin' heat
Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound
Meanwhile this nigga got his guns to your noggin'
While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project
He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance
You should have spent it on some guns
Instead of Iceberg pants
What, L.O.X. off top
Pullin' our triggers
With our guns on our lap
We ride around like Cali niggas (West side!)
Target motherfuckers
Cold hearted motherfuckers
'Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her
There's a new-born in the house
Then I'm killin' the babysitter
Y'all niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes
Your moms would wear glasses
With the nose disguise around me
Talkin' greasy
Y'all like watermelons
Big but crack easy

[Chorus: x2]

[Jadakiss]
Now if you know Jay
I never been a brother to front
I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want
Rock guns like shirts
Block under the punk
And I put somethin' hot
Anyone of you chumps
And I know a few of you want to get my watch
But it be a funeral if you get my watch
It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth
Run up in a gun store; cop the top shelf
The crack-game is dead
All they want is weed now
Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now
You know Kiss, stocky, bald head, light brown
Ice down, in my Roll look like night-town
To all y'all, lil' Jada's for the thousandth time
I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes
And just because you might have seen me
In and out of your house
Is no way that she gon' have a baby out of her mouth

[Chorus]

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Writer(s): ANTHONY FIELDS, DARRIN DEAN, DAVID STYLES, JASON PHILLIPS, SEAN JACOBS