Songtext Not to be fucked with The Lox

Not to be fucked with

(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, shouldnt have been in the essence
Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
You can flirt around with drugs, but dont hit the pipe
You can mess around with guns but death aint right
Hold your breath, next step, cause life aint right
If you with the wrong cats then your cyph aint 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 aint hoppin in
He a little time nigga, I aint 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 didnt think that the lox could do it
Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
Im 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
Im 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
Yall niggas never know what the stylez have
Some shit in the stash that would crack a cows back
In a hundred pieces in they ass, and hows that?
Never answer back, Im the cancer on the track
Just think, I could blink, and make the pink panther black

Chorus x2
(jadakiss)
Whos not to be fucked with?
(stylez)
Thats me
(jadakiss)
Whos to be fucked with?
(stylez)
Thats them
Why dont you watch my back while I go ask them?
(jadakiss)
And if they want beef later on I splash them
(stylez)
And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new style or old fashion

(stylez)
Do I have to break down the walls
Stay off the floor
Im the general dog, I start the war
Make every m.c. never spit again
When I leave em empty
No guts, no chest, no brain, no game
Stylez go broke, Im a rob the folk train
I feel no pain
Steal cocain
Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen
Blunt is the magic wand, Im the magician
Stylez is the virus, aint no physician
With an anecdote that can stop my colission
Before you start asking, Im a start splashing
When I come through, its like ten planes crashing
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
Whats the next issue?
Sheek did official
Called spielberg, cops get tissue
So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you
Next question is where nasa at?
We need a hundred gs, can fly, when traffic bad
When we down on the craps
We plasmic gats
Tellin you now you cant fuck with dinero
Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows
Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes

Chorus x2