Trackmasters N***a
L.O.X, CNN

[Capone]
I been through, runnin' from cops, eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells, thug in the bench, the rap performer
I been put the Mack upon ya, look faggot
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot faggots
I been a star since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a Capone
And Nore copped the Benz, first day home
I been beatin' n***as up, been spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood n***as
Been in my zone
Been the champ since Larry Holmes, Spinks had teeth
And in a forbuilding
Been had 'em reppin' the street
Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony
Solo Eightball and MJG
What is you tellin' me

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo
I got guns, guns
Mad fuckin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live n***as, In rap
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, N***a infact
A wow, n***as from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the n***as fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down twice like militant night
We at the club tonight, Nore yo
Please be nice
I buy the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle
And I spit on a ho
Ayyo, you boned that bitch
Naw I pissed on a ho
Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit
Yo, you better tell 'em you heard 'it on this Track
Masterz
[Chorus: Jadakiss] + (Noreaga)
Yo, yo
You only need a gun and some crack to get you a stack
(L.O.X., CNN, Y.O. to Iraq)
Luxury cars, twenty thous, thugged out the bar
(House on the hill, and my n***as blowin' for real)
Store in the hood, my n***as go to war and we good
We just thugged out hustlers, tourin' the hood
We the deepest n***as out (the streetest n***as out)
L.O.X. and CNN will leave you bleedin' from the mouth

[Jadakiss]
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
That won't die for they man
But 'ell die for money

[Styles Paniro]
And if the L.O.X. get rich
We goin' divide the money
Where we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry

[Jadakiss]
Don't pass me a blunt
But you can pass me a gun
[Styles Paniro]
And you can have that pretty bitch
Right after I cum

[Jadakiss]
And you can front and keep your watch
We goin' puncture a lung

[Styles Paniro]
L.O.X. style

[Jadakiss]
Cocksucker

[Styles Paniro]
Dump and we run

[Jadakiss]
All our dogs up in the slums

[Styles Paniro]
Humpin' they chums

[Jadakiss]
Holdin' they pits

[Styles Paniro]
Lightin' blunts
Loadin' they shit

[Jadakiss]
And n***as can't understand
That we married the street
And when we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat

[Styles Paniro]
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beef
Hopin' ya family stay strong

[Jadakiss]
Then they can carry the grief
You break bread with a thief

[Styles Paniro]
And then you scarry to sleep

[Jadakiss]
And we ain't tryin' to bury you

[Styles Paniro & Jadakiss]
We tryin' to bury a jeep

Chorus:

Outro:
[Noreaga]
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