Lil' Kim:
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First you get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin' power
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you
Chorus:
(Lil' Kim)
It's the key to life
Money, power, respect
What you need in life
Money, power, respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life
Money, power, respect
What you need in life
Money, power, respect
When you eatin' right
Money, power, respect
Money, power, respect
Money, power, respect
Verse 1:
(Sheek)
Ayo
My whole clique bout it bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the whores wanna crowd around it
Your could see me on optimum TV
Go in your bathroom turn the lights out, scream
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3
Sheek ain't your usual friend
About to setchu up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end
I'm done wit ice and charms
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone
Pull up wit class on the don
Once I meet 'em I greet 'em
Kiss his feet for freedom
Tell 'em thank you Lord
Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek
So I can make this album
And get back the cats that's weak
Two thirty, six two
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs. a pitbull
Gun, know clip full, keep hunger
And plan for the future, cuz you figure
You gon' be older
Way longer than you gon' be younger
Chorus
Verse 2:
(Styles)
Only time tells how the clock ticks
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage
Two personalities check the posture
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils
You th8ink of death but the life seem scary
I ain't chillin' til I'm out parachutin'
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about tem diamonds
Twenty five thousand a piece
Fuck streets
Tryin' to own the island
Forget about wilin'
Try ridin' in teh car that be glidin'
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hikin'
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' 'em rich
Come back
Private jet
Live onset
If you could shit gold like you split the decks
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Jay)
Yo nuttin' but the hotness
Whenever we drop this
Monotonous for ya'll to keep hatin'
Cuz ya'll bever gon' stop us
I keep my rocks spotless
And my hoes topless
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is
Fear no one
Kick rhymes like Shoguns
You scared to blow one
Get robbed wit' yur own gun
If I don't tespect you I'ma check you
And if I don't kiss you I'ma peck you
Right before I wetchu
I sneeze on tracks an' say bless you
I'm special
And if you like workin' out
Then I'm gon' stretch you
Hustlin' is dead but we still get red
Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread
And ya'll saind my money's spent
But it's in the Bent
So when the fweds come the dogs can't get a scent
For my story, self-explanitory
That I'm the hottest thing on the street
An' ya'll ain't got nuttin' for me
Chorus
Verse 4:
(DMX)
Arf, arf
This is a beat that I can freak to
Jus' drop the reals
Plus a nigga wit' the ill
Ya'll niggas know my skills
Ass from the grills
Get 'em up
Split 'em up, wet 'em up
And watch 'em come get 'em up
Set 'em up
When you do dirt you get dirt
Bitch I make yo shit hurt
Step back like I did worde
Thsi ain't no fuckin' game
You think I'm playin'?
Til you layin'
To where? in the junk yard decayin'
Mom's at home prayin' that you comin' home but you not
Cuz you sittin' up in the trunk startin' to rot
And hell is hot, I know becouse I'm here ow baby
It's goin' down baby
Get the full pound baby
And let off up in a nigga
Especially if he think he bigga than my muthafuckin' trigga
Did I?
Can I get my?
Is it gone?
DMX represent for one time
It's on
Chorus