[Produced by Ahk 2Gs]

[Intro]

Uhu, uhu, yeah, it's that joint

One of my favorite Harlem pitches

Juice Record Crew

*It's Friday, Double-O versus Head ICe

Get your weight up, not your hate up

That's why I move weight, cause you hate us, nigga

Let's get into that Loaded Lux, Murda Mook, True or False, you heard?

Huh? True, false. You can be false or true, you can be true or false

You know what I'm saying? Who are you?*

*Wishing like hell that you'd be there, and hoping to God that you wouldn't.*

[Verse 1: Loaded Lux]

While I'm watching every rapper watching me closely

Caught in limbo, thinking maybe order jimbo's or just grab me a kimbo

Huh, now we see how done get the memo

N-Y willie, he's coming out of the N-O

But bar for bar, let me give 'em a little info

Lux and Mook on the track, you already know what you're in fo'

I done seen the comments now, predicting which way the wind go

As long as you open the window, who cares which way the wind blows

Chronic and indo, brunette or bimbo

Sega, Genesis and Nintendo, I put that thing down like tempo

Oh, you're smoking? I clip rats like I put out roaches

No joking, I send professionals at those that's karaoking

You bumped your head, last opponent, the battle loaded

Came the closest, felt shorter than Gary Coleman

I'm back in motion like some travel lotion, streets is greezy

How competition with the rappers going Murda?, "easy"

Don't understand, same dudes that's buying your brand

Get inspired again and get for trying your hands

Like diving in a dam, dying for your fans

When they gone learn you don't mix the lions with the lambs?

That minor, the manager jumped out of the fried pan

And into the fire land that's hot as Sahara sands

Cold as the brightest branch, sit it out and be cool

Or stay corrected like orthopedic shoes, watch your move, nigga

*I'm saying that New York rappers were calling southern rappers lame

And kept jacking our slain? Is it true or false? False!

I'm saying that niggas here in the South, that can burn niggas up here alive

Is it true or false? False!*

[Verse 2: Murda Mook]

Loaded Lux, they know what's up when we're rolling up

Only the best smoking out Dutch, them niggas smoking dust

Soul Kid's your favorite artist like he said

It's December 25th, we tear them rappers to shreds

Listen, it's a gift for you to be in our presence

We certified, them boys only acting like legends

Motherfuckers is fronting, talking about what they pumping

The only thing they be pumping is keeping their engine running

Niggas is midgets stunting, I wanted get into something

If you're getting so much money, why is your niggas suffering?

The next one to steal my style and play dumb

I'ma start talking with my hands, I ain't hearing nothing

I'm thinking 'bout my fam, then I'm thinking: more paper

Cause they're the ones that want me to win like storm chasers

Lux had a hurricane up in sleeve and I'm still standing

Moving y'all should be a breeze

A lot of guys join hater.com, alarmed on frequently

When they heard I got signed

Guess they was mad that it was me

Instead of them, which I can understand

Cause they ain't want me to be ahead of them

So they downplay your shit on everything I'ma ever end

But on the contrare, they should want me to fucking win

Cause if I get in this game and then flop

Probably be the last time a better rapper get a shot

Think about it!

*We would do this rap shit, it's like if it wasn't for New Orleans

There wouldn't have been no Harlem Renaissance with gats

You understand what I'm saying? I pay respect where respect is due!*