featuring The L.O.X.



Intro: Sheek Luchion



Yeah what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for?

This is what been waiting for huh? That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit.

Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this.

Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh oh.



Verse One: Sheek Luchion



Yo I don't toss it when I pop I just run up in the spot

Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot

In the back yard, used to have the dead dog I stuffed with G's

Tell the cops that he died from fleas

That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens

When the shit hits the fan, and that nigga be your man

And get caught red hand with a half a pelican

What do you do? Don't stall

Spring him and buy more

It's the code of the streets

If your belly ain't the beast

And you ain't hungry for this cake

How much you expect to make?

When I was young I threw parties and had food fights at school

Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool

So that taught me

I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies

Five cent a chip

The next month, bought a whip

Something like, Lucy or Rex, next thing you know

I'm getting sex from 9th and up, that's living it up

Not Donald Trump but what, buying pies for the class

Fifteen buying Hydro in glass

Way back when

Only drinking Gin

Now I'm a Hennessey man, I dealt with many hoes

Used to pump my fist with Arsenio

Player hating niggaz that used to rap in all the videos

That needed to be me

My click needed to be G

All up in the game, with bitches riding our train

And I'm pretty sure my nigga Kasino feeling the same



Verse Two: Kasino



Ayo you can't tell me nothing about doing dirt

Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work

I been there, any part of the game you name

I done did it, even after Sledge runs in it

I done copped out, blew trial, done my whole sentence

Went from no dough, 'til the point when the dough don't grow

Got too big for them little whips, the door won't close

Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road

Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers clothes

Went from hand me downs, but y'all hear me now

Don't forget that I'm sober when y'all staring me down

Got a team of hungry niggaz, that's my family now

And they get down, there's no lace wearing their browns

Went from spitting hot lyrics, to spitting a round

And yo I promise not to act funny

Loyalty to all them niggaz who react for me

Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money

I was three cars deep, and this my pack money

Eating and learning to act hungry

>From South Cat country, hustling cane

I'm like Denzel with a Benzel, he got game



Verse Three: Styles Paniro



I swear if I die, don't you dare send me flowers

If you ain't a friend of ours

Sucker, they call me S. P. I don't blend with cowards

I spit Heroin, make y'all niggaz pure dope heads

Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez

Top of the world

Gun cocked, cocking' your girl

Blowing the steam

Feels good fulfilling your dream

Using your head, while y'all niggaz losing your bread

Watching the snakes in the garden and I'll watch y'all dead

Whether I'm living or dying, got 'em rough riding

Leave with two bitches 100 G's plus iron

Styles spits the shit that'll have niggaz crying

Telling your man what I said, fucking with Dreads

In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds

Lock me up, your little ass copied up

Had the whole East Side looking poppied up

Hop in the Porsche

Cranberry frosty sauce

Deep dish 18's

Out of state play things

Ten niggaz behind me, we all racing

Eleven left hands with them platinum face things

Busting a left, about the get the truck with the checks

Sending you death for fucking with the Men of Respect



Verse Four: Jadakiss



Y'all think y'all getting a dime of this rap money, you crazy

I'm hungry and I can't pump no more, I'm lazy

I never did like you, I really don't know you

And just because I give you a dap, I'll still blow you

Listen here, we just gonna make one thing clear

You gonna lose two of your mans a month, for a year

Yeah I seen ill niggaz slide off broke

That's why I got incorporated, now I write off coke

Burning the hash, keep money, learning the stash

My credit is great, but I buy burners with cash

I'm the nigga that'll come through and light up an ounce

Y'all the faggots that'll talk about me as soon as I bounce

All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white

With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights

I bear right, bust a U, then hop out with the pump

And make all them niggaz empty all their shit in the trunk

Jadakiss in the top 5, dead or alive

Spit bees at a nigga, that'll give him the hives

Whenever you hear me, it'll be the flow of the night

Just gimme a light, and lower the Mic

I swear to God, have everybody saying I'm the MC of their choice

Then they'll remember it was me, raspy voice

Got Clive D, Lyor and Tommy

Trying to buy me

I don't wanna talk, all y'all do is send me a check

L.O.X. and Kasino be the Men of Respect



Chorus: all



Men of Respect, steal the work, kill the connect

You look dry so we leaving you wet

I don't care if I'm sentenced to death

I'ma still get dough 'til my very last breath