[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

{Refrain: x2}
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 all black, non-Howells and a laser
And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin´ for praise ya
Catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain´t gangsta
They tellin´ you lies, by sellin´ you dreams
And they ain´t fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it´s too hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run

{au Refrain}

[Too $hort]:
Order what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Order what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a 4
You feelin´ hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you don´t got no whip, I get you a car
If you don´t got no skills, I get your some more
My nigga we don´t cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin´ you want, play us off a hard

[50 Cent]:
My 22´s bling, so niggaz scheme
745 I clean, these lil´ shell nigga
Fuck a triple beam, coffee pot to cook coke
Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain´t "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don´t give a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
With a P-90 Roger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel what talent, do to ya

{au Refrain}