Reservoir Dogs [Explicit] [feat. L.O.X. & Sauce Money & Beanie Sigel]

Yo, shut the fuck up 'fore I blast, and ban from TV yo' ass
With no mask, look at the camera like "What?"
Yeah I did it, like a sick white boy in a cult committed
To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on ecstasy
Drop a hundred bars fo' real, like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is?
I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola biz

I walk the streets of N.Y. like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped, that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
Wanna ride mine like bitches, when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiing, while you keep warm in corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' yo' block, the best way
Profesh-lay, no foul poison in yo' X-Ray

As I get roasted, lookin at Biggie posted
On my wall, takin shots of Louis '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 fuck what it's costin', what?

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, and it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town, and tie it down
Make niggas lie 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 fives, a six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
Case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name, and test my game
Until you had me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you to keep on walkin'
Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot, never see me at the auction

Pint of Bacardi Dark 'n', when it's hawkin'
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I'll probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal, then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' the lox?
Nigga, why you grillin' the lox?
If this rap shit don't work, niggas 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
Shit is deep now dawg, but it gets deeper

Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it
I put it in the bag, you gon' try it, y'all niggas 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 hard hat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headlinin'

Doin' the speed limit, or pushin' red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'mma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic
Any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid
L-O-X, Ruff Rydin, ya heard?
We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was coming!
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!

Uh, y'all motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggas 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 sonning y'all crews
I fuck to win, y'all niggas comin' to lose
Something to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray-off

I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off
Ain't nothin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you like crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heat wave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a mil-stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggas on that bullshit

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about the pretty bitch, watch or 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 lot of hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ryde or Die nigga, hoppin' in yo' casket
'Bout to go to hell wit'chu, blow the L wit'chu
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggas 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
A Ruff Rydin' Poppafella for Roc-A-Fella

What the fuck?
I know Pop, you can't stand us
'Cause we cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Cropped up in a drop or 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 thangs, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six Range
Shit mayne, switch lanes, every time I hit switch lanes
Bitch flip big 'caine, flow with no cut
You take it in veins to the brain
Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up
You know that, you don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit ya, get the picture? Kodak man

Got a, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gon' stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls, we got E-ZPasses
Nigga, multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweater with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beotch!
What the fuck?
You heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint!