The Lox

(Stylez)
Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant
Always seem pleasant
Happy to be present
Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light
Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game
Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in
He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him
Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
Been experts and done less work than them
With no album, we net worth more than them
These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
You got some fly shit, but my shit
Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch
Loud tracks
I'm the quiet loud ass
Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass
Make six digits eight and cop a palace
Make every rapper sick and call me malace
Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?
Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track
Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black
Chorus x2
(Jadakiss)
Who's not to be fucked with?
(Stylez)
That's me
(Jadakiss)
Who's to be fucked with?