Your Brains

[Intro: The LOX] Y'all know it's on again, right? (Yeah) Now y'all know y'all done fucked up, right? Y'all know you can't fuck with double R (Yeah) So why the fuck y'all keep tryin'? Ruff Ryders! [Chorus: The LOX] I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang [Verse 1: Drag-On] Yo, I be the D-R-A-G dash Y'all niggas foot slim 'cause bullets make your feet fast We throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats Crib like McDonalds nothin' but Big Macs And quarter pounds Bitch, place your order now, stay in line I only fuck with broke niggas that straight depend on crime You straight pussy, so fuck your ass cap 'Cause in jail, they'll put your cap where your ass at, you ass black Projects, that's where Drag at Yeah, ya got heart But if I don't got my gun, that's where ya gon' get stabbed at, boy As a young, I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask, "Where the cash at" [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] You think we shoot his pocket sides, deuce-deuce the 25s You ain't takin' 'em, nigga, you threatenin' lives I ain't frontin', motherfucker, I don't shoot no legs I'm tryna see if your brains really look like eggs Or is it just that commercial? Your brain on drugs Now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs To get rich, it could take less than two days I'm like them little beepers halfs and bullets two-ways Fuck vests, my shit go through toupéés I'm a thug in New York and when I'm on your set We the apartment where they filmed good times at Bitch, what the fuck? I'm a thug nigga [Chorus: The LOX] I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang [Verse 3: Styles P] Weight on my back, hate in my heart Blood in my eye Foot on the gas, blunt in my mouth Lovin' the ride Hand on the gun, ear to the street Back to the wall Mind on my money while I'm clappin' at y'all [Verse 4: Jadakiss] I got niggas in jail, crack in the hood Hustle in south Fiends and customers that run in your house I got family ties, I'm handy with knives I live my life in the ghetto, nose candy and .9s I'm deeper than most Sleep with it close, wake with a demon Have visions of the whole world shaking and screaming [Verse 5: Styles P & Jadakiss] I was born to be a leader But if the game was dirty, I was born to be a cheater You talking to me greezy I was gone to get the heater You tell me what you know about blow Gettin' dough and straight warrin' with a meaner Frontin' in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Beemer Lyin' in the cut The gun is straight running like a tire on the trucks If he is real or a liar put the plier to his nuts Or the fire to his guts 'Cause niggas is too soft That heat make niggas cool off Fuck ice, I'm tryna cop the crew lofts So we can be back in effect I throw the barrel to the back of your neck And hop back in the 'vette 'Cause everybody is a felon with loot They say rap is like dust and we the only ones sellin' the juice [Chorus: The LOX] I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang [Verse 6: Eve] Yo, yo Bitches is so sick, they throw up So scared, they don't even come around in places that I show up Go 'head, nigga, put your dough up Me against who? Nigga, grow up Bitches choke, can't even get their flow up I ain't got no fear 'bout you bitches in the industry Actin' all confused, don't know who you supposed to be Chickens lost, steady worryin' 'bout who's dick is tossed Stop stallin', better get this thing before it's gone But I ain't mad 'cause I ain't gon' pass it on Callin' askin' can you get on my shit 'cause your cash is gone You won't get no sales off of me, bitch please Pitbull run with dogs, I don't like fleas [Chorus: The LOX] I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang