Artist: Tony Touch f/ Jadakiss, Sheek Louch, Styles P
Album:  The Piece Maker 3: Return of the 50 MC's
Song:   BARS
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com, Nickolye16@aol.com 

{"Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-JuJu the Chairman Productions" <- Big Pun}
{"Check it out, yo!" <- Pun}

[Intro: Jadakiss]
Uh huh!

[Styles P]:
Tony Toca whattup baby! D-Block reportin in yeah!

[Verse One: Styles P]
I don't know you or heard of you if you ain't do real shit (I don't know you!)
You just snack food like cashews and trail mix
Ride the six hundred benz yeah the champail six
That's the outside inside's champagne
I'm real numb I don't feel your man pain (I don't feel him!)
I'm tryin to stick up, a hundred brick pickup
Sittin in the pickup, cocked back one in the head of the blicker
Stick you like a sticker
I don't wanna meet you, know you or dap you
Gun taped to the toilet, when I play the bathroom (Godfather!)
Come with the good green and call me the vacuum
Come with a problem nigga they call me to clap you
Come with the money baby you know I'm a stack you (You know that!)
Sound like a rhyme yeah but shit is all factual
You fuckin with a family man
Don't you ever cross the line where the family stand (Never!)
Few shooters in the family van some in the hoop though
Me I'm gettin money with honey up in the coupe though
Flyin on the highway
You get shot in my hood if you walk or talk sideways

[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]
It's no real rhyme or reason, every quarter every season
My flow get hotter, pretty bitches twistin up my trees and (I'm hot, son!)
I keep 'em on they knees, I do this with ease (let's go!)
I get my shine/Shyne on and I ain't from Belize (Waddup Shyne?)
I ain't runnin from the Ds', I ain't touchin no ki's
Maybe couple guns here, couple lil' P's (that's all!)
Sell it by the pound, get a couple lil' Gs' (yeah!)
I'm a big dog, now get up off my nuts, you fleas (HA!)
I still the razor in my mouth (let's bounce!)
The hammer with the laser in the house, computer with no mouse (yeah!)
Touch screen, every diamond on me cut clean (bling!)
Chain swing, watch Bezel, pine tree green (OWWW!!)
YUCK~! Sheek flow nastiest
Let you fill up in the rest, you messin with the "_____" (fill it in!)
I be all in the hood, homie and I don't wear a "_____"
Who the fuck y'all niggaz tryin to impress? (Yeah!)
Yes!

[Verse Three: Jadakiss]
AH-HAH! Yo
Too much clothes, I'm runnin out of closet space (uh)
Too much dough, runnin out of deposit space (uh-huh)
Psycho 'Kiss, yeah I'm a closet case
The hardest bars, used to have the hardest base (uh-huh)
They don't worry me (nah)
I'm on top 'til they bury me, this is that inmate therapy (C.O.!)
Good price get you some nice work (uh)
Stomp a nigga out with the Lou-B's, see if the spikes work (red bottoms)
Ten thou' in the bank, see if the dice work (let's go)
Kidnap a nigga just to see what his life worth (uh-huh)
I be in the trenches (yeah) sales on the benches (what)
Know you see the cuts on the diamonds, princess
Young niggaz doin all this dumb shit, senseless (what!)
Whole +Entourage+ full of Ari's and Vince's (ha ha)
Play this, believe every word when I say this
That boy Jada's, one of the greatest {*echoes*}
Motherfucker~! {*echoes*}