Album: The Trinity: 3rd Sermon (2014)

No Selfies

[Intro - Sheek Louch:]
D-BLOCK!! Aiyyo Glazer! Aiiyo aiyyo Uneek (Where that liquor at son?)
Sometimes you gotta grab one of these break beats real quick and just
Body that shit you nah mean?
New York style, aiyyo 'Kiss aiyyo Styles!

[Verse 1 - Sheek Louch:]
Mu'fuckers know I'm travelin the globe!!!
And I rock like I'm rhyming in the Rogue breakdancing in the strobe (WOO!)
Pop lockin, glock poppin, black stockin
Yankee hat low we in here club rockin (D-BLOCK!!!!)
Smokin like a chimney (Chimney)
Smokin like I'm in a pool piff for niggas to come get me
Get me?! Thirty on my wrist boy (Yeah!)
Crash the whip two hundred on my next tour
WOO! Fuck we need to talk about?! (HA!)
It's no talkin when the mu'fuckin guns is out
Can't rap with your motherfuckin tongue out
IG ain't the same with your tongue out
Yeah! We murderers nigga
Mighty mighty D-Block yeah you heard of us nigga (No doubt)
My money ain't the same youngin (No)
I could (Throw It In The Bag) like Fab said at Tiffany stores (Ok)
I could pull up in a boat on any one of these shores
I still got the money from my last three tours!!!
S-S-S-Sell merch make a hindred back
Sold crack had to run like a running back (DONNIE!!!)
I'm sorry your honor
I'm married to the streets so I married Juana (Let's go!)
Blow sum'n or get rich nigga!!!
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!

[Verse 2 - Jadakiss:]
Uh! Yeah 'cause that ain't cool
Tryin to be somethin you ain't but that ain't you
I pop tags everyday but the gat ain't new
And you don't have to believe this but that ain't true
I could make you disappear I'll vanish you
I'm in the hood every corner like Spanish food
Alot of these dudes is thirsty, famish too
Get the money nigga that's what the plan is too
I will rap circles around him and his crew (Uh huh)
Put one fifty on it like ten to two
I'm an animal I belong in the zoo
I'm use to winnin, I do what the winners do
A couple hundred thou' whenever I'm in the mood
Cemetary silence when I'm in the room (SHHH!!!)
I will pay for his casket, and his tomb
I got him hazed up yacked up and I'm shroomed
Gets busy with the hawk nigga and I boom
Choppers in the crib f'in it in my roon
Pealin everybody out me and my goons
If they remand me, Walkman, in my looms
'Cause all I need is a little weed in my tombs
Wake up and your life will just end by noon
S-S-S-S-So blow sum'n or get rich nigga!!!
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!
What What?!

[Verse 3 - Styles P:]
No selfies no usies
Thinkin I'm a calm down niggas is so lucky
Charles Lee Ray these niggas you know (Chucky)
Homie got life in the cell you know Bucky
Wanna see a killer at work nigga than touch me
My gun talked to me he tellin me don't tuck me
Might sound crazy only you better pay me
That kid take a knap, I'll kidnap the baby (Word)
I'll take the gun and butt fuck your lady
'Kiss got the weed I'll bet you it smell hazy
I got the weed I bet you will smell sour
Louch get a word I'll kill you the next hour
See your mom later I'm givin that bitch flowers
I ain't shit at least I know it
Got a pound full of weed and at least I blow it
Got the mic plugged in, at least I'm flowin
I got plants out in Cali at least I'm growin
Yeah-Y-Y-Yeah but I ain't mature
Said In wanna kill niggas but I ain't for sure
What's a bong a bamboo if it ain't the raw?! (Yeah)
Might blow the dutch with 'Kiss
Or me and Sheek Louch might fuck your bitch (D-Block!!!)
Blow sum'n or get rich nigga!!!
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!

[Chorus - The LOX (Sheek Louch) {Jadakiss}:]
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!)
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! {What What What!}
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!)