feat. G-Unit, Too $hort, U.G.K.



[Bun B]

Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen

Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in

Listen, I know we just came from fishin'

But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin'

I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll

You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll

And only cause my man heard of ya'll

Other than that, shit, ya'll won't get served at all



[Tony Yayo]

I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp

I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks

And yo my neck upgraded (uh huh), my wrist's upgraded

I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob

I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off

Nigga tryin' to flip and its a Mexican stand off

I'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil

Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal



[Chorus] - 2X

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine

A little bit of ecstacy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit a everything



[Pimp C]

I put the two mags, up to your do-rag

And rock a by baby

I'm in the blue Jag, with new tags

In case you wanna chase

I never knew that, the impact

Comin' up out a desert eagle'll

Make a nigga wooble and we be screamin' call my people

We got these fiends goin' liters, and they shootin' needles

We could be takin' your connection, cause we got it cheaper

Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess

Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, niggas



[Lloyd Banks]

Ya if I put a dress code