[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]

We continue on

Papoose, Sheek Louch, Dave East

Let's go

[Verse 1: Papoose]

I got one question for you, nigga, what you frontin' for?

From the streets, man, I like peace, but I love the war

Think it's sweet 'til I knock-knock, that's your mother door

Now the doctor gotta run a wire through your brother jaw

They ain't got no bail money, damn, what they hustlin' for?

Mad 'cause I ain't answer my phone, what they fussin' for?

I answer when the G call, I was on another call

I ain't answer your call 'cause, nigga, that's a sucker call

Creepin' up, it be heatin' up when I bust a four

It's hot, I grab it with one glove, that's an oven door

Outlaw, down by law, we say fuck the law

Run your lips, that's 'cause you a snitch, you above the law

The vill' never ran, never will, what you running for?

Thought you said you ready to die, what you duckin' for?

You line niggas, but you run your mouth, you a fuckin' whore

Draw the line, then I keep it low, that's an underscore

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]

D-Block

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Let's talk about fresh

Lox marry Yonkers, let's talk about X (YL)

Salt and pepper diamonds, let's talk about sex (Uh-huh)

Head from your bitch on my project steps

Neck game diesel, got that bitch doing reps (Ah)

They off the hook this year (Uh-huh)

Tight necklaces and pocketbooks this year

Gay people like, "Rappers took our looks this year"

And I ain't beefin' with none of y'all, I pinky swear (I swear)

Okay (Okay), but you don't gotta give me props (Nah)

Boy, I knew your moms when she was cheatin' on your pops (Shit)

And drops and Ruff Ryders was wheelyin' them blocks

I don't talk to the cops, I'm the motherfuckin' Lox (L-O-X)

Clap off (Clap off)

I wish I was in charge for a year (Why?), I'd turn rap off (Word)

No navigation, I'll take the map off (Uh-huh)

You gon' kill me with eyeliner? Nigga, you mad soft (Soft)

Yeah, the silverback of rap (Shit)

D-Block, New York with my nigga East and Pat

Uh

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]

It's how shit come down

Kay Slay, Drama kickin' the building, Papoose

Back 2 the Streets the mixtape

Hip hop is here, motherfucker

What?

[Verse 3: Dave East]

I'm havin' issues with niggas that never spoke to me (At all)

I'm realizin' I'm different, the only hope is me

A rat could never smoke with me

Key in the ignition

Always tryna talk, just listen

Rob CVS for prescription (Uh)

Eighty K in the district, that Philippe shit

Me and four bitches, this shit feel like Freaknik

Barney's during the week, hit Niemann's on the weekend

Nine times out of ten, money while we ain't speakin'

'Bout to slide with some eaters

Lowkey, I'm hidin' and able

Desert like we out in AZ

Back and forth with Nas, they think I'm AZ

Catch you with your group if you move solo like you Swae Lee

Just admitted my uncle into rehab, he on day three

Coke habit, fuck a broke status

You ain't never seen no pressure, never been in no static

Never drank with millionaires, never slept in no palace

If you wanted leak, I'll pull up on you with like four gallons (Four)

Artist with this shit, I got a gold palette

Got blow in the package, pasta and a cold salad

Flow is cold and most niggas just don't matter

One of the few, got to the roof using no ladder

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]

As long as I'm around, y'all motherfuckers is not gonna confuse popularity with talent

Fuck out of here