None of Y'all Betta

[Intro: Styles P] It's sorta like the Holy Trinity... I'mma say... I say it's like three different guns you fuckin faggots Get shot three different ways Matter fact, make that six different ways Gun in each hand bitch None of y'all betta [DJ Premier scratch twice]-- Jadakiss-- "Ain't none of y'all betta" If it is name it We'll squash you, ASAP, feel it [Verse 1: Styles P] All I know, niggas give me all my dough Like Boston George comin through with all my blow Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans Cuz I still rob niggas for coke Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dope I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast Like Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me Paniro Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don't talk [no doubt] Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch [Hook - DJ Premier scratches]--- Jadakiss- "ain't none of y'all betta..." Sheek- "what y'all know about..." Styles P- " put in my work..." Sheek- "on the block..." Jadakiss- "ain't none of y'all betta..." Styles P- "Let you know it's all real..." Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!" Jadakiss- "ain't none of y'all betta..." Sonja Blade- "what y'all know about..." Styles P- "put in my work..." Sheek--- "on the block..." Jadakiss- "ain't none of y'all betta..." Styles P- "bet you know it's all real..." Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!" Jadakiss- "ain't none of y'all betta..." [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Let's get it poppin my nigga Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga And I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there If it means grabbin your kids out daycare Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed It's Sheek Louch, I ain't got no heart I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark I put 28 holes through the icy car Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what [Hook] [Jadakiss] Ayo the dopes in the rice, the cokes in the pyrex Over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice Runners love to pump the bomb Ain't no more fair ones, now niggas'll jump your moms The god, minus the 12 disciples I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles If I don't like you, I'mma kill you not fight you I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do And everybody gon' follow me now Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry It fucks me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker In my block still doin twenty-five a day Know you work out, chest and your back all nice But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what? [Hook]