[Featuring The Lox  Mase] 
(verse 1  Sheek) 
yo  let's get papers 
And pop Mo' wit' hos 
Up in skyscrapers  and condominiums 
Overlooking our [bad word] capers 
New York City 
The only way to play is gritty 
I want cheddar so we could front 
Up in a 850 
My [bad word] like to puff Ls 
And look jiggy 
Who wan' test this? 
My semi leave you chestless 
And aint [bad word] that you can say to me 
When you be breathless 
Young but I done did  [bad word] that you won't do 
So go 'head wit' that [bad word] 
You blabber 'bout goin' through 
I got niggaz who pump 
On yo' block and in yo' spot 
Who'll sit next to you 
Protectin' you, but they'll murder you player 
Don status, [bad word] we gettin' chipsusses 
And bad [bad word] 
Frontin' in eclipsesses

(verse 2--Ma$e) 
Yo, Ma$e and The Lox 
Be takin' knots 
>From the out o' state spots 
Any [bad word] make it hot 
Get found in a vacant lot 
You don't really [bad word] try 
The one guy, who stay dumb high 
>From blunt la 
Practicing seeing alumni 
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm 
So I pack enough sonic arms 
To neutralize atomic bombs 
It's not a [bad word] in ya gang want it 
My A-K slay [bad word]  spray strays 
Wit' niggaz names on it 
Often I bug then bust off on a thug 
Have a chump coughin' blood 
Fill his coffin wit' slugs 
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation 
Any [bad word] wave a tek at Mason 
Have a explanation 
You bring it through and I'm undoin' 'em 
Then I'm beatin' 'em down wit' aluminium 
Then I'm putin' 2 in 'em 
You can't touch me I been devil sent 
Wanted for embezelment 
lot of other things 
But that's irrelevant 
 [bad word]  
If you love the money 
Then prepare to die for it 
Niggaz done started somethin' 
You can lay in the flames 
Or hug the sky for it 
Niggaz done started somethin' 

(verse 3--Jay) 
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa 
Never turned down chocha 
Be in the Costa Rica 
Sippin' margaritas wit' a mommy 
Cleanin' my Tommy 
Showin' love to my army 
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks we kill 'em 
Yeah I hear niggaz but I still don't feel 'em 
And this is for the listeners and prisoners 
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us 
My 16s be so real you can feel 'em in yo' vein 
Like Remelos Pops from Sugar Hill 
Jay be the cause for the kiss at yo' wake 
Cartel lips spittin' clips at yo' face 
We started from the bottom 
You'll see fed niggaz pardon 
Whatever, we can do it at The Garden 
Word life, this [bad word] is real 
I'm makin' niggaz blow proud 
Even if they not guilty 

(verse 4--Styles) 
I want a palace for my thugs 
Wit' [bad word] 
Green backs and [bad word] 
Get whacked for the love 
20 niggaz batter me 
Still couldn't shatter me 
I'm only gettin' up 
Splittin' up yo' anatomy 
Official Lok family 
Grants niggaz handin' me 
I want the finer things 
And I hope you understandin' me 
Sitin' at the table planin' 
Plug the fan in 
Let the sweat dry off 
And then grab the cannon 
Think the smartest 
And retaliate the hardest, regardless 
If you a thug or a rap artist 
Respect me like Pesci 
And if rap was hockey I'd be Gretsky 
Puffin' nestle 
And yall niggaz done started somethin' 
Actin' invincible like you God or somethin' 
If you God 
Then I'ma makes a lot 'til you rot 
And if you a playa 
Then play for everything you got 
And if you a thug
Then start bustin' off shots 
And if you a dog 
You better bite befor you bark 
 [bad word] 

(verse 5--DMX)  [bad word] at me wit' no [bad word]