The L.O.X. Unreleased Songs

1.Who Did You Expect

Lyricist：Kaseem Dean, Sean Jacobs, Jason Phillips, David Styles

Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich
Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash
So what I got a Rollie, and it got a lotta ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight
Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty
Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even though by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
＊We are the streets＊ and we makin it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act like this
Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
Without rap my nickels gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip from wealth
You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hit
That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, 'somebody help this man'
Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggots

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
＊We are the streets＊ and we makin it hard to eat

Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nigga finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Givin a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell cracks and peels
Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
＊We are the streets＊ and we makin it hard to eat


2.Fuck You

Lyricist：Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean, Sean D. Jacobs, Jason T. Phillips,
David Styles

If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you

Yo, everybody's a snake
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they coming
Then I heat they ass up
'Cause' them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip
Niggas that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggas
I'm coming through visiting
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a call
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger
'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets
Fuck y'all

All I do is get high, and think of faving you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the D
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 In the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
Sheek Luchion
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a M＊A＊S＊H on niggas like Klinger and Horgi
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell 'Death'
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post
Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot,
what

If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too


3.Recognize

Lyricist：Sean D Jacobs, Christopher Martin, Jason T Phillips, David
Styles

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
Huh ruff ryders (ryde or die (overlap))
Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea (overlap)
Ruff ryders ( ta fuck I'm talking about right here)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea (overlap)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea (overlap)

Now I know you couldn't wait
To hear kiss over premier
Kill you on tape
Then, watch it over a beer
Cause you ain't nothing but a movie
With expensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
Aint non of y'all better than lox
Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit
Dead in a box
Me and my niggas get reder than fox
And I don't care if I love you
I still want head of the drop
Niggas runnin' round talkin' that y-2-k shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
That's why ima always cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay on jay dick
Too hard for mtv
Not black enough for bet
Just let me be
Give me all my royalty money
And let me greed
And ima have hoes for six
And hash for three

Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L to the o to the x (fade)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L o x niggas (fade)
Don't get it twisted ya'll

Ayo I give it to you point blank
In your moms place
So like point break with a mask on with presidents face
Clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
Ya'll ain't just mark niggas, y'all whole mark niggas
With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in ？ cards？
You gon' gamble with your life, when I launch these torpidos
That'll shoot the crack out your ass ？ ？ casionos
Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
With a time parking lot dvd in a trunk
I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, I ain't go to highschool
I went to school high
And I don't care what y'all got
That shit don't excite me
Im black and deadly and my burner just like me
And I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour
With the sheritten
See what yours can be mine
Without, inherittin'
Give up your chains
And them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin'
And the doctor yellin' 'clear'

Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L to the o to the x (fade)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L o x niggas (fade)
Don't get it twisted ya'll

If I knew heaven head a ghetto
That was sweeter than here
You know p would pack his bag
And just leave next year
But I got a son to raise
So ima stay in this hell
And I gotta gun to blaze
If you play with the l
Dot o dot x dot at the end
We the niggas that's gon' leave
With the pot at the end
Never too young to die
Or too old to live
？ To bust your gun
Go home and mold your kid
Im a shamed I sell crack
But ima ryde for the moment
Know the concequence
Ima die with the omen
Two is better than one
There's three of the lox
Key in a pot
Key in the drop
Key to the top
Father, son, and holy ghost of rap
3 In a 1 seein a gun
And usin' it dog
Dope in a six
Coke in a five
Weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas
But the heat is for ya'll

Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L to the o to the x (fade)
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll
Recognize, recognize, recognize (ruff ryders)
L o x niggas (fade)
Don't get it twisted ya'll


4.Go Head

Lyricist：Kaseem Dean, Sean Jacobs, Jayson Phillips, David Styles

Ruff ryder nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga

You don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell
time on
Things ain't all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody gotta die

Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though

Now I warned y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like cash flo and elian's pop

Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though

I'm always that, I'm always this
But the floor stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a bitch

Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though

Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though


5.Dirty Ryders

Lyricist：Michael Gomez, Sean Jacobs, Jayson Phillips, David Styles

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Looch
We did it again shocks, no doubt
Yeah, still, ain't nothin' changed
It's still a ghost baby
You see me don't say shit nigga
What, yo, hey yo

You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator
Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a radiator
I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go
I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro'

That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs
Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids
I treat their face like I'm goin' to my safe
Ten to the left, six to the right

240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight
And they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me in
And your vest ain't thick enough to stop all ten
The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin

But fuck that, my guns gotta speech problem
They stutter when they spit
Go through you when they hit, my shit ain't got no manners
Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh

Training day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'

Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave till you gargle or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga

I love my niggas, why wouldn't I？
Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I？
Want a lot of things but it just ain't affordable
Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you

Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers
Booted out something decent
Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the
precinct
Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see

'Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off
When the pigs come through they medullas is off
Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft
If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off

So P keep this hustlin' up
When it comes to these guns or these knives dog I'm fuckin' you
up
And baby we can knuckle it up, I'm always up for a brawl
S P and I done been through it all

Training day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'

Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave till you gargle or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga

Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies
On top of skateboards, the work of shotties
Shit bags and all that, back to potties
I ain't a playa but my nine keeps 'em hotties

And we don't run when we hear
I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break
And let us know who rattin', I leave their bodies in the
Middle of Manhattan, where Wall Street at, come on

I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to
Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable
Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas
Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin' the fun

We the 3 5 4 boys, play if you one
All they do is call the cop on us
See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us poppin' 'em
off
Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off

Training day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'

Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave till you gargle or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga

Training day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'

Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave till you gargle or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga


6.Dope Money

Lyricist：Anthony Fields, Jason Phillips, David Styles

What, what？
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo, you over there Styles？ Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin' on us)
Second album nigga, two guns up nigga
Real L.O.X., blaze
'We Are the Streets' nigga, y'all know who the best
(C'mon)
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do, what, what？
(Let's go)

Couldn't live the life I live
(Yo why's that)
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it

Pull over where the hustlers be
(And why's that)
'Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' ki's
So I'm always where the powder be at
(What it mean)
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that

Stay away from where the cowards be at
(Why's that)
Time is money God, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that

You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
'Cause money ain't shit, respect is everything

So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
They say the good die young, all that mean to me

Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin' a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up

Have a picture of you on the wall, 'In Memory Of'
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doing now, I tell 'em better than them

And if your man front, he can get eleven in him
And if you told them once, then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let's see
Who you know fuckin' with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money
(C'mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money
(Let's go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money
(C'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money
(Let's go)

Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas
(C'mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas
(Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas
(C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas
(Let's go)

Basically speakin', all I know your face will be leakin'
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin' all over the map, and what you learned
That niggas with long paper take longer to crack

That's why every chance I buy me a gat
Why you rather buy you a chain, I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon' go broke
When we could always take all y'all dough

And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields
Die off the Buddha, fifty with fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come through in a jet, then you frontin' to us

Cause when the coke price was up, it was nuthin' to us
We got blocks full of heroin, weed and dust
Seen bullets pop off, 'cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die, who gon' feed the pups

My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights, pray to Christ
And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns
And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones

Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money
(C'mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money
(Let's go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money
(C'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money
(Let's go)

Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas
(C'mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas
(Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas
(C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas
(Let's go)


7.If You Think Im Jiggy

Lyricist：Carmine Appice, D Blackmon, Duane Hitchings, Jay Phillips,
Sheek, Rod Stewart, D Styles

If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty, let me know, let me know, girl
We can get together, we can do whatever
But you can't get no dough

Yo, since the Mona video, you been trackin' me down
Tryin' to figure out how I lookin' personal, baby
Forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks
The three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga

We look at things through the big lens, big picture
Big Benz we try and make CEO ends
The thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
Cristal niggas, y'all finesse this quick style niggas

You didn't love me when my name was Sean
Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamin's come on
But I ain't hatin' 'em, you gotta love the ways females play
Quickly use a neglige to getta get-away

Five stars where the Willies stay, and Sheek pay for nothing
But thats what y'all herbs get for frontin'
I spend wild chips gettin' drunk up in the China
Club, while you up in Skate Key wit' a minor

I know she wit' it, I betta brick I could hit it
Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British
Ice Berg shirts wit' Ice along wit' it
Turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted

But honey got a lot of jazz, you gotta philly
You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag
Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice
My thug style made her cat moist

That's the realest shit I heard, that's my word
Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserves
I put her on the hole in Jerz, rockin' furs
Different ways to speak without using words

And even though she proper I still gotta drop her
'Cuz Sheek don't like her, had a dream that he shot her
I cant buy you ascotta, you get nada
I'm the bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter

If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty, let me know, let me know, girl
We can get together, we can do whatever
But you can't get no dough

They was never mine for me to dump 'em
It's just like checkers, after they make a move then I jump 'em
It's like this girlfriend, I'm a keep it real
Every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel

I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips
And guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gon' melt right in your mouth
Not in your hand, you know that you ain't my girl, I'm not your
man

But do you still wanna lick me？
Or is 'cause I'm a six figgy niggy, and I know Biggie
And I don't mess with no fat ladies
But if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby

PJ slide to tha mo' like that
With this honey named trout 'cuz she blow like that
And when we finish don't look at me like I owe nothin'
'Cuz if you really dig then let me know something

If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty, let me know, let me know, girl
We can get together, we can do whatever
But you can't get no dough

It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3 on 3
Heard a freak ask Sheek, 'Big Luch why don't you pee on me？'
And her friend is tellin', 'Jay, I hold a key on me'
And I'm laughin' to myself, I got a key on me
And they friend in my ear like lean on me
Told her to get some bare backs and cream on me

Yeak Sheek holler to these mommies, 'Ven aqui'
Gas 'em up easily and take 'em home with me
Who respect this, can't keep her hands off my necklace
If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list

This goes out to all y'all
There's too many names to call but y'all know who y'all are
See me at the bar all eyes on the R
O-L to the E-X, sip the Henny and VS

112 sex styles baby
Maybe we can fall in the L.O.X. files
You betta believe we all scorin', yeah
We can dance all night and do whatever all mornin', ha ha, yeah

If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty, let me know, let me know, girl
We can get together, we can do whatever
But you can't get no dough

If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
Come on shorty, let me know, let me know, girl
We can get together, we can do whatever
But you can't get no dough


8.Bitches From Eastwick

Lyricist：Deric Angelettie, Dap Sugar Willie, Isaac Hayes, Jay
Phillips, Sheek, Styles, Carl Thompson

Aiyo, I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache
You know tha usual, tha studio getting, red late
Serious jet lag when I get to bed late
That why I fuck 'cause I be weak when I get head late

Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica
Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah
Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn't Jewish
But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers

She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda
And came here just to get a job as a tutor
I pursued make a long story short screwed her
She moved and she came back still on tha same track

Same wit same chips ass it was still fat
And I ain't really think she wuz a freak
But she did ask a lotta questions 'bout Stylez and Sheik
She called me and said she was in town fo a week

The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise
How I felt about gettin' up fo old times sake
I'ma bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great
Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz

Desert in da stashin' da Sony cam zoom lens
All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend
Eat at Puff's joint an catch a show at tha beacon
Twist a dutch blaze from Y O to the Hudson

Pass tha tall one 2 5 we still puffin'
We got tha heat on a cold night 'n' da winter
Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember

Oh yeah, I remember dem hoe's dat night
We wuz at da beacon right, Chris Tucker performing
All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin'
Cats and Dogs, aiyo dese hoe's wuz tough

Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough
From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall I go on
Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform
Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up, I drink, dey smoke, no
coke

Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no
joke
I slid fo seats down she sittin' der smilin'
Lookin' like she from an island not them chicks dat be out
wilin'
Told me dat her name wuz Cindy

Favorite show Mark and Mindy
Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty
We chit den chat 'bout dis 'n' dat
From what kind of whip she push to what bar she be at

She played hard to get
But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi
From tha jacuzzi to the bed
We fucked until we both got woozy

Woke up breath stinkin', yawnin' and shit
I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch
I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table
Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable

Wit a note sayin' sorry I had to rob you baby but
I need cash like you I ain't your ordinary slut
Or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer
And by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa

I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B
'Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D
But now I got to handle dis 'cause dey skandalous
Cindy robbed Shiek and moved to Los Angeles

Like I won't killa friend
Went to bounce stole a Benz, note in tha garage
Tu y'all ontaraj
Y'all 3 rugged niggas but y'all gotta get robbed
Don't take it personal we didn't finish the job, manaje Twa

We kill niggas wit dey dick hard, they got me lookin'at da letta
stuff
Why da fuck dey left da truc, 3 bitches in my house
Probably try to wet me up, crept to tha kitchen
Seen Ronnie by the cabanet
Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet

Shot her in da heart
Den caught tha earchess fabanet
Den I seen Cindy, tha bitch tried to end me
Running out da living room, bustin' off Kissimee

The bitch couldn't aim, so I blew her out da frame
Turned around to Beatrice, why you look speechless
We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches
And now you gotta die and da stupid bitch is reaching

B'fo I cocked it back, I heard tires screeching
Saw Sheik and James started muthafucking squeezin'


9.Can I Live (feat. Kasino)

Lyricist：Kimani Davis, Darrin Dean, Kaseem Dean, Sean Jacobs, Jayson
Phillips, David Styles

Can I live？ Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them？ I still got pride

Can I live？ Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them？ I still got pride

Yo, now I done said everythin' I could possibly say
Ask them niggas in your camp is you hotter than
J A D A K I two Ss？
A true message, y'all better wear a few vests

Live pussies 'bout to be dead dicks
I pack guns that shoot through schools, the red bricks
An' just because you mighta seen me on the award show
I'm still in the hood, nigga, gettin' raw dough

An' later on, tonight, I might be hittin' your hoe
An' I got more money, so I'm coppin' more 'dro
Everythin' I said, I meant, B, y'all gon' tempt me
To rob y'all, spend your whole stash on my empties

Yours truly, can't do nothin' to me
Think you Scarface？ But you ain't see the end of the movie
I'm the type of nigga that'll take 5 cakes
Turn 'em into 5 acres, faster than 5 Lakers

Lay back, get high, tote my gun around
Throw a string on the pony so I can tote my son around
The path I walk is filled who the fuck won't I kill
Thin as that line down the hundred that you can tell if it's
real

Smooth as Sinatra, you can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast, I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See, I recruit smart niggas with heart, no dumb niggas
Who will kill over money, not bitches like some niggas

I think marketable, fuck y'all niggas who stay bummin'
I'm that nigga sellin' pills at all of Howard homecomings
If you get high, I got weed an' if you get drunk, I got vodka
An' if you want base, I got popcorn like Orville Redenbocker

See, I'm bullseye, I empty my banana in your bandanna
First try, never will my bullets miss a vick
I use one to do a hit on some professional shit
Bitch, that's crazy

Can I live？ Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them？ I still got pride

Can I live？ Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them？ I still got pride

Outta three-fourths of them niggas who cross your path
Minus them half ass who talk fast an' finish last
Who gon' get his cash, turn to his man an' give him half
Cock the hammer back, stood by his side an' didn't dash
When the charge is federal an' they fingerprint his ass

Who can he trust to be in front of the judge screamin'
â½It's just meâ, it must be more than just a nigga love
Make 'em do five joints, no contact without givin' his niggas up
Give his keys to his truck, wish his niggas luck

Call it's best fit, suggested that she let his niggas fuck
Finger fuck them figures up, no parole, bigger truck
Kasino is that name big enough, nigga, what？

You wouldn't bust your gat wit me if you never sat wit me
Lit up a sack wit me or hustle some crack wit me
Came through the cipher, bow down an' spat wit me
Hopped up the truck an' gave niggas daps wit me

You never laugh wit me, never went half wit me
Never been through the struggle, never felt the wrath wit me
Never slept on the same floor or hit the same whore
Ran up in the same store or with the same four

Blood thicker than water only in certain cases
You need water to live, you learn that in the basics
Better cherish your aces, bullets in the faces of the jokers
We laugh at fire, nigga, we smokers
Sittin' on the sofa, puffin' the hash, nigga, we focused
Why lie？ I die where the coke is

Can I live？ Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them？ I still got pride

Can I live？ Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them？ I still got pride

Can I live？ Hell, yeah, what？ Ruff Ryders


10.Livin' The Life

Lyricist：Sean Combs, Richard Frierson, Jay Phillips, Sheek, David
Styles

Yeah, the game of life
In this game, it's not whether you win or lose
But how you played the game, come on

Everything involves The LOX
Ask the niggas with the money in the safe and the cats on cell
blocks
Car parked in the lot, door is locked
And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot
I announce the bounce, smooth like an ounce
Blow more ways than one y'all niggas count

One Mississippi, you can't get with me
Two Mississippi, you never gon' hit me
Three Mississippi, can't no bitch trick me
Four Mississippi, won't no dog sick me
Five Mississippi, we in Mississippi
Twenty deep in the block, real niggas rock with me

Blazing, revving in the black 9／11
Lox out of sight like Michael Knight and Kevin
Living dead, hoes giving head to the Feds
Catch him with the Calico, light him up in bed

Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
It's a two way street, be large or small
Livin' the life, either you die or ball
It's a two way street, be rich or poor

Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
It's a two way street, be large or small
Livin' the life, either you die or ball
It's a two way street, be rich or poor

My niggas order parts for cars
Like motherfuckin' pizza for years
While you get all yours from Sears
What nigga even my guns be German
Links, Cuban, rugs, Persian

Now we can take this another level papa
And simply bust your pinata, you hot sa
LOX take blocks, turn 'em into Fort Knox
Cake wasn't blowin' here, till we started going there

What I ain't hating you 'cause you's a little richer
But you old and I'm young, so that mean I think quicker
When bitch drunk, I'm bent up, I bounce with the land blow

Flossin' with the bad mama sita
My chi ca, be ten cent
Job with the government
Tap the Fed line so when they raid I'll be lovin' it

Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
It's a two way street, be large or small
Livin' the life, either you die or ball
It's a two way street, be rich or poor

Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
It's a two way street, be large or small
Livin' the life, either you die or ball
It's a two way street, be rich or poor

I swear under oath, no bullshit will any lock take
'Cause we stop drama like anti lock brakes
High stakes, politic, pies and cakes
Real niggas do dirt, tell lies then skate

What up, son？ What you bullshittin' 'bout now, huh？
Where we from？ Don't matter 'cause we gettin' it done
Land Rover, double sun roof, bulletproof
Tangaray and grapefruit, got me hurlin' on my boots

Man, please spit it out, twist the trees
5：40 I fly when I'm dissin' the D's
Deep Dish P., Sip Dom P. with ease
First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze

Ain't about that, trying to do without that
Makin' niggas fuck up their budget
Time to get their paper route back
L O X three letter word, black mall

With every last member of the team on the job
Whether it be controllin' the street, holdin' the heat
Really don't matter to me, long as we eat

Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
It's a two way street, be large or small
Livin' the life, either you die or ball
It's a two way street, be rich or poor

Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
It's a two way street, be large or small
Livin' the life, either you die or ball
It's a two way street, be rich or poor

Livin' the life


11.All For The Love

Lyricist：Kaseem Dean, Jayson Phillips

What's the deally yo？ What？
I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
Yeah, squeeze the juice outta the headphones

When you think of me you think of a problem
Who？ What？ When？ And how you gonna solve 'em
Automatic or revolving

K I double S and here's the lesson
Most beams is infrared, but mine's is florescent
No matter where you go, I'ma spot you
No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you
And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you
I got to, treat you like the clutch and pop you

Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey
'Cuz you ain't nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny
And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
In these bullshit games these chickens, try to run me

Ya'll know ya'll can't touch us, I flow lushes
It's so real I make her hop out and get the dutches
I'm sittin' on a thousand birds and I hide from the cameras,
why？
'Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words

Ain't ya'll heard？ Ya'll get what ya'll deserved
Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served
And you got some nerve, for P-Hing
Jason, do you have any idea who you facing？

Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out
It's too hot,s burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out
It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen
And it's sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention

Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing

Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing

Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, bullet proof designer
shirt
Rolling with a China doll, she'll be reminding ya'll
Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course
Jadakiss and L O X boss, a pro 'cause I grow off the shit that I
absorb
You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke
You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke

Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit
Wiping everybody out, right before the credits
I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with
When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit

The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless
I ain't even big and I size niggas up
'Cuz they eyes give 'em up, look at 'em and see they butt

I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go
You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko
Every since 12 I've been spittin' like tobacco
Relax though, pop the tape CD and the wax though

They wonder how, but the thing about ours, we open up 24 hours
Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power
So you should keep quiet, you a coward
About to be laid out flat, and pushing up flowers

Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing

Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing

Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing

Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing


12.Y'All Fucked Up Now

Lyricist：Darrin Dean, Kaseem Dean, Sean Jacobs, Jayson Phillips, David
Styles

Yeah, two guns up motherfucker
Yeah, niggaz runnin' around yappin' with dicks in they mouth
My niggaz, shit is serious, L.O.X.
Couldn't even put three niggaz together
And come up with this combination, faggot
Shit is fo' real, yo

I pack a 4 5, puff a blunt and get high
Don't give a fuck if I die 'cause my son is alive
I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise
Coulda died ten times that made me live

Sell my soul, not for no cars and gold
I been through it 'cause my scars is old
Remember the time I used to puff dimes
And think the law was cold

Back then when my mom played my father's role
Now I'm a man runnin' with a gun in the vest
It feel good with my son on my chest
I wanna quit but I'm one of the best
Fuck around, I might run to the west
Lay low and get blunted to death

Niggaz is wack, I can't say it plainer than that
Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back
Fuck the middle 'cause the middle do a lot and a little
Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle
Settle for less, a General but don't meddle my chest

Die for my niggas nevertheless, can't find a nigga better than
this
Kiss and the louch, every man ahead of the group, regretting the
coup
Y'all niggas want the red in my boots, hole in my shirt
Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt
I see the rollie not move but the shit still work
Motherfucker, that'll make you a jerk, cocksucker

Ayyo, what y'all gon' do now
Y'all fucked up now, niggas
How deep is your crew now
Y'all fucked up now
Don't make us heat you down
Y'all fucked up now
We the nicest niggas around
Y'all fucked up now

I pay off blue suits that's sucio
And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo, a bad bitch they kill
So when you put the dogs on her, you smell massengill
Summer's eve, puttin' drugs in coffee hip to the D's
I play smarter, that's why my flights now be charter
Ten seater, what you know about a Porsche at a meter

Next to koochie freak those, tickets keep those
And you can mail to my postbox down in Mel rose
I ain't the nigga that you see posted on cop walls
I'm that eighteen and up mami's on my balls

Y'all can't figure the great one, sheek be jason not cops
But that legendary nigga my pops
I bust shots like bums at a bar but far from a lush
Everything about this cat be plush

And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt
Like nothing, lift a arm, I hit those under your wing
Yo, why you following this cat, hey, he about to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street, that's cool

But in a bing this fool was like Louis rich meat
We don't run from y'all, we scatter for guns on y'all
What you know about two 380's inside a basketball
And when it's beef, store on his side with burners on coronas
We the best that ever did it, if you need us, telephone us
What the fuck nigga

Ayyo, what y'all gon' do now
Y'all fucked up now, niggas
How deep is your crew now
Y'all fucked up now
Don't make us heat you down
Y'all fucked up now
We the nicest niggas around
Y'all fucked up now

Yo, a nigga wanna go to war with kiss, find him a ditch
Old school niggas tell me, I remind 'em of rich
'Cause I take the kids shopping and send 'em on bus trips
Hoppin' out a rough six with sweats and scuffed kicks

I supply all the dealers and tell 'em to stuff nix
I done signed every autograph and took every flick
I'm quite sure that I coulda hit every chick
But I didn't ones that I did give 'em heavy dick

All day the lox flow hotter than Broadway
Election time tryin' na cop blow in the hallway
And there ain't enough plates for y'all to eat with me
Stingy nigga but I share my slugs equally

I put half where your waist at and half where your face at
Yo, we in from a new spot, let somebody taste that
From your street rappin's only one of my plans
I got dirty south niggas payin' a hundred a gram

And I could care less how much you shift the scan
However you get it you supposed to hit your man
But we don't hold the grudges, we control the budgets
And do whatever the fuck we wanna do, nigga fuck it

Ayyo, what y'all gon do now
Y'all fucked up now
We the nicest niggas around
Y'all fucked up now
Ayyo, what y'all gon do now
Y'all fucked up


13.Tommy's Theme

Lyricist：J Bynoe, M Ennis, A Grant, Sean D Jacobs, J Neal, Jason
Phillips, R Scott, David Styles

Made Men, motherfucker, motherfucker
L-O-X, motherfucker, motherfucker
Made Men, motherfucker, motherfucker
L-O-X, motherfucker, motherfucker
Made Men, motherfucker, motherfucker

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo

Runnin' your mouth, I'd have you with a gun in your mouth
Two in your throat, look now, your son is in doubt
Whether or not, he should think of pulling his glock
Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back

Squeeze three, turn him around and he gave him a smack
Take the joint off his waist and hit him with that
Shit is for real, so niggas better get in and chill
It ain't the bullets that'll kill, it's a nigga wit' will

Just give me the word, all my niggas get it with birds
I'm from the 'hood, so I stood on the curb, nigga, ya heard？
Die in the war, I'd probably resurrect on the floor
Then get up, yellin' for more, bangin' the four

Nigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDS
Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade
We livin' it up, got big niggas shrivelin' up
Sick in they house, dyin' with they dick in they mouth

Pitch and I swing, you oughta be kissin' my ring
I'm doing my thing, lawyer money, outta the bing
You gonna either be a coward or king, cream of the crop
One phone call and the Neena's a pop

Lovin' the wealth, fuck it, I'ma do it myself
For my juvenile niggas
State Penn niggas
LOX niggas and Made Men niggas

Run in the truck, hit the dashboard, turn on the lights
I hit the switch twice, some shit come out
Descendin' your life, we use revolvers, no shells
Who the fuck gon' tell？

If for the big crews, I let my shit go
Parat-a-tat-atat at y'all fairies
Watch, I make a pow like the World Series is won
I told y'all about fucking with son

Steady my guns, from the biggest to the littlest ones
Twenty-two behind the ear and the big shit that we kill deers
with
Be on the roof, on some Dead President shit
Long scope, barrel open to the public, I love it, fuck it

I hafta take a rifle home and hug it
Whatcha know about that, love？ Black gloves
No back up, only this vest
Only these teffs, only these lefts

Fishermen knives that cut in your chest
If I get jerked, it's like one nigga in the Army, fuck up
The whole squad gon' do pushups 'til somebody page me
But instead of calesthetics, y'all gon' push up daisies

You crazy？
Now, what the fuck was y'all thinkin？
I leave your body where your boys be at for a weekend
Niggas comin' outta the store like what the fuck is that stink,
bitch？

Word, I stay strapped with the Platinum gat
I stay raps over hangman tracks
And make hot wax, nigga, with the Lox cats
Bad Boys and Made Men matinee mayhem

We'll leave you all tied and shot up at the Days Inn
Sprayin' rounds in you from every level caliber
My calicos, automatically mechanical
Botanical Garden, douja, fuck a sergeant with my folder

Roll like Red October over Small Soldier
You're flack-jacking, won't react when I splat shit
Your domes gon' patch it off my laser beam gadget
Steal your bitch like a base in a game of baseball

And don't sweat, lookin' for heat, I can't wait to face y'all
If my names carved out, y'all niggas gon' fall outta position
'Cuz punk MC in this light snitchin'
Get hung from third tier, in your underwear
Pour lighter fluid in your hair, spark it up for the New Year

With eight pounds of Heavy Metal like a rock star
Twin Berettas, I owe vendettas, positions locked down
I'm with the Lox now, you better play your block now
My gat, in average, slay a thousand, a major league

I make ya bleed, my aim's bueno, we play no
Gamed with you niggas 'cuz you small pressed
I clap you in your hallway, run you for all your riches
While bums fucking all your bitches

I played it back, press playback, you know that
My team wanna hear that
They blood thirsty, certainly kill those who hunt me
My Made Men worthy, putting slugs through your derby

Benzito make you fanito
You're all done
Don't trust a nigga in the back while you ridin' shotgun
I get you wild criminal, skill to kill when the beat spill

Spark into a windmill, cold hearted, feel the chill
Internationally known, nationally recognized
Locally accepted from my peeps on the streets
'Cuz they know I rap it

Don't get caught in the path of something that is man made
Something Hell raised, breed, twisted niggas sideways
It's wild all over, they startin' out young
The shells come and Hell come, they kickin' dust from

The South's dirty, dirty, up North is filthy
The East is a jungle, the West is wild, feel me？
So, I spit the hot shit like glock clips symphian
You feelin' and receivin' what the expression of other in

Jesus got the strength of 20 men high off the Henn
Got no other way to live my life but to live it in sin
'Cuz Rosemary's baby got the Devil within
I make it hot when you wanna blow the spot
Say when or say Lox and Made Men, nigga


14.We'll Always Love Big Poppa

Lyricist：Christopher Wallace

Mm can't believe we doin' this record

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
(Yeah)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun
Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son
Taking you in, Angels breaking you in
This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin

And may God bless your mom and your two children
Your wife, your family and all your friends
Everybody stay strong, the good die young
Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused

Never know what we have til what we have we lose
Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel
Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself
Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself

It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
Genius at his work
Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
Pop Cristal and rock they ice work, go Big go Big
(Word)

Everybody wanted to know Big
Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
Ask anybody, who could flow Big
All the cats shined, but you would glow Big

Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually
Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessey
Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be
If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

Just to let y'all know, everything is all real
But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal
And pain is a part of life that we all feel
Today this whole rap game is getting more ill

It make me look back, to where he took rap
Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that
He never had a warning, One More Chance
was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin'

I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him
Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion
Life is worth more than the coffin

I need answers, and they better be the truth
Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin' mad youth
Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

Right now I know you missin' it, smokin' in peace
After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big
Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin'
While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin'

All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine
(No doubt)
It seems that the devil got his stinkin' back whooped
And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness

I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted
Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it
We clicked like heels when we first met the
Junior Ma F I A and Big Poppa

Nearly broke down four times writin' this verse
Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at
Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at

But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
The only time you see your family is funeral night
Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin' it down
I guess you with the real king in New York now for real

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa

We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)
We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)

We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa
(We'll always love you Big)


15.Ryde Or Die, Bitch (feat. Drag-On ＆ Eve)

Lyricist：Darrin Dean, Sean Jacobs, Eve Jeffers, Tim Mosley, Jason
Phillips, Mel Smalls, David Styles

I'm feelin' this hook right here
Good lookin' out Timbaland, you know？
Uh-huh, what？ Uh-huh, what？

I need a ryde or die, bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die, bitch
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'till I come
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a ryde or die, bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die, bitch
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'till I come
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, I know you know 'Kiss
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist
Can flow always, sit on 4 K's
Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres

Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I.
Give a nigga up North some ass on a V.I.
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall

Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small
And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
And she said she got a man, but he in the fed
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed

So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore

I need a ryde or die, bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die, bitch
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'till I come
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes
Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in the Benz
'Cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs'

Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
Gave me head 'cause the movie was wack, word
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse

Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
You could catch Holiday in a Holiday Inn

With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in
With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'

I need a ryde or die, bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die, bitch
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'till I come
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The
L.O.X.
Look at me as that cat that know how to box
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots

How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch
Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz
They like that shit, and I ain't gotta spend no checks
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex

And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex
I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids

Mom's babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke
Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what

I need a ryde or die, bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die, bitch
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'till I come
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a ryde or die, bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die, bitch
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'till I come
I need a ryde or die, bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

Come on


16.If You Know

Lyricist：Darrin Dean, Kaseem Dean, Sean Jacobs, Eve Jeffers, Jayson
Phillips, Mel Smalls, David Styles

Yo, I might get drunk Jeckel and Hyde
Roll these with lemons
I'm tellin' y'all niggas Swizz Beatz

If you know, like we know, like they know
LOX is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff Ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
We'll bring it to their chest

Yo, if I can't make money then you can't either
If I didn't have to rap I have blown in the freezer
If I can't rock Nikes or Tim's with double soles
I have the 9 in the pound and leave your ass full of holes

If I didn't push a Benz and I didn't push a Lex
Then the ambulance will come
And they be pushin' on your chest

If I couldn't hit the studio and make another record
For my double R niggas I'll lay y'all on stretchers
Now I might get drunk or I might get high
But my game stay trump and my style stay fly

I might hit a dime or I might hit a duece
And when I wanna go to war is when you wanna call a truce
I might buy 'em cooked dough I might buy 'em raw
And I might tap your chin or I might cross your jaw

Now I might go 18's I might go 20's
I might use dumdums 'cause y'all niggas dummies
If you know, like we know, like they know
LOX is the best If you know, like we know

Like they know Swizz Beatz is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff Ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know

We'll bring it to their chest
Ayo, me without weight is like Harlem without 8
Yeah, me with no funds is like queens with no dunns
And me with no beef Is like Brooklyn with no guns

Man and me with no beats is like Cali with no blunts
First I got head from her then I hit her from the back
Then she told me that she hustled so I hit her with a pack
Yeah, screw how many mics you got

How much ice you got my bullets'll make you icy hot
Y'all, all my niggas killas we don't talk on the phone
And give a way better message when we come in your home
Yo, catch me down south when I'm pumpin' up things

And my name ain't Rover don't jump on my rings
Man, you gotta have your hustle right
When you up in the game
You gotta have your lawyor money

For you firm aly change
And don't you leave out the house
Without bringer your things
We gonna Ruff Ryde, nigga
From here to the bank

What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over
This double R, nigga, LOX
We are the streets when the kennels is open
The dogs is biting, bitch shit's real

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I might pull up in a V that cost more than a buck
Then turn around and burn it
'Cause you thought it was plush

Anytime I get on fire I get a car to match
And tell any rapper you name you gard it black
When I bust my hammer I nail my nigga
We the Ruff Ryder family all hail, my niggas

And I might ride, I might die that's up to the lord
And my niggas might come home that's up to the
Yo, if money make you feel good
I'm happy with lead Joe Pesci style

Kickin' niggas after they dead
Picture the litter hold the 45th for my niggas
Writin' the venom ass look right in the dinner

Dockin'？ you pay
Word from me you clockin' the yay
I hustle for real let you hold the block for a day

Pull it in your brain and give you a hot idea
You wanna low here's a casket you can hide out there
If you know, like we know, like they know
LOX is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know
LOX is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff Ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
We'll bring it to their chest

If you know, like we know, like they know
LOX is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff Ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
We'll bring it to their chest

If you know, like we know, like they know
LOX is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff Ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
We'll bring it to their chest


17.Not To Be Fucked With

Lyricist：D Blackmon, Styles

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, he 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 'em the light
Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game

Tell Oxygen, he not hoppin' in
But he a little time nigga, I ain't thinkin' 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 fuckin' foul ass

Make six digits eight and cop a palace
Make every rapper sick and call me malice
Y'all niggas would 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

Who's not to be fucked with？ That's me
Who's to be fucked with？ That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them？
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new style or old fashion？

Who's not to be fucked with？ That's me
Who's to be fucked with？ That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them？
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new style or old fashion？

Do I have to break down the walls？ Stay off the floor
I'm 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
And Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train, I feel no pain,
steal cocaine

Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen
The blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician
Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician

With an anecdote that can stop my collision
Before you start askin', I'm a start splashin'
When I come through, it's like ten planes crashin'
Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards

Mashed up, lookin' through binocs 'bout to crash in
What's the next issue？ Sheek did official
Called Steven 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 g's, can fly, when traffic's bad
When we down on the craps, we plasmic gats
Tellin' you now you can't fuck with Dinero
Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
Sagittarrius style, spittin' out arrows
Hundred at a time, killin' a hundred heroes

Who's not to be fucked with？ That's me
Who's to be fucked with？ That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them？
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new style or old fashion？

Who's not to be fucked with？ That's me
Who's to be fucked with？ That's them
Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them？
And if they want beef later on I splash them
And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
Should I give it to them new style or old fashion？


18.Get This $

Lyricist：Sean Combs, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley,
J-dub, Jay Phillips, Sheek, Styles

Why they always talking about money？ 'Cause we like money bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L O X and we won't stop
Bad Boy, I'm a show you how we get this money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me show you how I get this
money

You can't take this, players hate this
Rainbow glow, European bracelet
Made his mouth drop, now he need a face lift
Mommies run up on me and ask me to taste it

Hands on my crotch, got to be the sales or the band on my watch
Damn, I'm so hot, they call me arrogant
While you slide with seven mommies in the Caribbean
You start traveling, I'll make you a believer

Hiding in the club getting brains from a diva
Leave with a breezer, black Cadillac riding with an old geezer
With ten different hustles for every foe sees us
No reason, we just peas in a pod trying to get the paper

We the g's in the lot, long as the water boil
We bound to keep it hot
It's gon' be turmoil if you thinking that it's not

I'm a show you how you get this money, make it hot
I'm a show you how you get this money, don't stop
I'm a show you how you get this money, I fucks wit you
I'm a show you how you get this money, get money

I'm a show you how you get this money, make it hot
I'm a show you how you get this money, don't stop
I'm a show you how you get this money, I fucks wit you
I'm a show you how you get this money, get money

Three fly cats that get money with no gimmicks
Y'all just so timid, my soldiers be no limit
What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis？
And riding out till the Coast Guard come and get me？

Beat that, me, Stylez and Sheek be
Like 4, 5, 6 so no matter what you roll you, can't beat that
Who you know could take an old record and flip like Puff？
From small clubs to arenas, who rip like us？

Who every time they pull up, whips be plush
Chicks be tough, Bad Boy, Hits R Us
Back it's me, West Indies
Slimmy, me and Kimmy

And I taught her how to say, 'May I have a steady gimme'
I ain't busting 'cause we picked up them joints you tossed
Y'all was hot until the Lox came and cooled y'all off
It's the Kiss, are you hearing me？
I think I'm blessed lyrically
Mad rappers with three LP's sill fearing me

I'm a show you how you get this money, make it hot
I'm a show you how you get this money, don't stop
I'm a show you how you get this money, I fucks wit you
I'm a show you how you get this money, get money

I'm a show you how you get this money, make it hot
I'm a show you how you get this money, don't stop
I'm a show you how you get this money, I fucks wit you
I'm a show you how you get this money

You see, we bounce on tracks like basketball
And bust down songs till our throat need Halls
L-O-X-pedition, I spend all day fishing
And won't catch one

Just me and Mommy out in the sun
Just sailing, chance so icy if I threw it up
You think it was hailing
Don't even ask me what the price be

To go to a show, no clubs just arenas
Headliner Stevie Wonder, no small cats between us
After parties be going like Venus
My chick gots be the meanest before I come that night

If she ain't she ain't partying right
That's how we like to play in Bad Boys with all the fly shit
And that's how we do the chips kid, multiplying
Beef, don't apply it, please don't try it 'cause we ain't with
that
But if so you gon' need a plastic bag where your shit at
Lox and we got that cash you want to get at

I'm a show you how you get this money, make it hot
I'm a show you how you get this money, don't stop
I'm a show you how you get this money, I fucks wit you, that's
right
I'm a show you how you get this money, get money

I'm a show you how you get this money, make it hot
I'm a show you how you get this money, don't stop
I'm a show you how you get this money, I fucks wit you
I'm a show you how you get this money

I'm a show you how you get this money, make it hot
I'm a show you how you get this money, don't stop
I'm a show you how you get this money, I fucks wit you
I'm a show you how you get this money, get money


19.Everybody Wanna Rat

Lyricist：Damon Blackmon, Anthony Fields, Jay Phillips, Sheek, David
Styles

Hey yo, it's fucked up, in your right hand
Flash his badge with his left hand on some Donnie Brascoe shit
Forget about it, made men, should hang with made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in

It be your girl in the parlor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, gettin' her nails done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck 'cuz she in there, leaking, speaking
Not knowing, she being followed on the decan

Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport
Lord, forbid the head nigga get caught
And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you
thought
I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt

Next week he outside front, how he get out？
Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit
Thinking that you threw with the feds and all that

That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
I stay clear to mumblers who mumble to the cops
Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped
But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark

Yo, it's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

Fake lieuteno on a sing, make a demo
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now, you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops like that
On a 3-4 P, you can't cop like that

You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan
Talk to the judge, get you out the can
My man had the same case, that's my word
Spent three years in the same place, he still there
Came down for a pill, it was still real there

Money came between us, know you seen us
Move like the teamsters in the beamers
Get blacked down and hit the cleaners
Feds know everything, who bled and everything

Before we got red, honey's giving us head
Heroin and guns is on the files of Styles
But they came in the crib, lifting the towel
Heard the Sergent scream out, 'Start stripping the child'

Wonder who？ A boss, or a nigga under you
Probably figure it out when you sit for one or two
Six months in bail is how you catch a snail
Moving real slow, tryin' to steal dough

Yo, it's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

Lies to the story, mine's yours and the truth
What you talk for？ They ain't even had no proof
But you play this street business all in the street
To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week

What you expect？ Messing with the guard so tough
Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up
Your hands, your wrists and neck was rocked up
Now 23 hours a day you locked up

Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up
By some cat you supposed that shot up
Man enough to eat steak wit 'em, get cake 'em
But you scared to go upstate wit 'em

Where you going？ You won't get good sleep no more
See, the street no more or skeet no more
Ride around in the P with the heat no more
From top to not even on your feet no more

'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind
Since they giving out jerseys, get on line
For your football numbers, wanna take us all under
What happened to shorty？ They gave him tall numbers
I don't think so, I don't think so either
But he told 'em, every thing he knew and made

Yo, it's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all


20.I Wanna Thank You

Lyricist：Jacobs Sean, Mc Cord Kevin Duane, Myrick Nashiem Sa-allah,
Phillips Jason, Styles David

Yo, you can't fake it life's only what you make it
Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
Ex-school boy wanna go and try to take shit
Found his body, in the projects, naked

I ain't gonna lie, if I wasn't doing this now
I'd probably'd be tied down in a small town
With my eyes on a couple of guys
With their eyes on a couple of pies

'Cause I will survive, brains, is the key to the game
If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun？
If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some
'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun

Streets be where Lox get their props from
Check us on the Internet, L O X dot com
A worldwide message, I try to express it
The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish

I wanna thank You, Heavenly Father
For shining Your light on me
It's been a long time since I had someone to love me
I owe my thanks to Thee

They never expressed that life's a part of death
They never go there but you can blow here
The 25 to life and greens from below
Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed

Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough
You was out yesterday, stressing a better way
Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings
And the thugs on the street just love to say, 'It's all foul'

Watch the honeys check your style
Worthless when they worship, what you purchase
They only see ice, not me, under the surface
What's the purpose？ I just, go my way

Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way
Which they might 'cause any night can change your life
Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright
It's plain to fight, but different to shoot, you might do it
If you ain't got 10 different ways to get loose

I wanna thank You, Heavenly Father
For shining Your light on me
It's been a long time since I had someone to love me
I owe my thanks to Thee

Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street
Holding heat, it's them same crooked niggas
Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word
Buying beats is like copping grams, niggas got too many scams
To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans

That's aiight, though
'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block
Watch us turn nothing into nitro and we don't mingle
'Cause none of us don't really know you

From the heart, we never talk to strangers
So why start？
Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit
I watch wild niggas blow

See how plush shit can get
But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast
We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme
If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap

Would you still be my man
And pass your bottle to my hand？
Would I be in the rain
While you pass me in the Land？

Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan
To get next to me and possibly sex me
Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi
Money'll never amount to respect, B
And you don't wanna test me 'cause God blessed me

I wanna thank You, Heavenly Father
For shining Your light on me
It's been a long time since I had someone to love me
I owe my thanks to Thee

And I know
It could not happen without You, without You
I know, I know
I know it could not happen without You


21.Yonkers Tale

The Lox
Miscellaneous
Yonkers Tale
This is the north part of Yonker
Their home
A whole world all to itself
You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here
It might as well be 3,000 miles away
Over there, that's Alexander Street Precinct
The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood
It was around 1997
L-O-X was the sound of the street
(＊short clip of a song by the Lox＊)
Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then
Was the time then
Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield
For the heavyweight title
Tyson was that nigga, word up
Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot
To watch the fight on pay-per-view
That's Gettys Square
That's where everything went down at
I'll talk to y'all about that later
Over there
That's the hill
That's where we got rated at
Cops battling
A little red house
59, Chestnut Street, second floor
That's the lookout store
Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot
All you would here is...


22.Goin' Be Some Shit ＊

The Lox
Sheek：
Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish streets like
the westerns
Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
First y'all industry niggas shut the fuck up
Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
I stop the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound
boo
And y'all niggas kill me with that Windy Williams shit
Well see a playa (？), swear a nigga Puff jerkin niggas money
Something ain't right, them niggas ain't got no whips
Where they rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more chips
Shit y'all doin nothin, I can buy a (？) for a bitch
Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married
We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at that
Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bitches on jacks
That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon'
learn
That's why many of these younger brothers don't go on that turn
As for y'all MC's, whoever write your rhymes
Might as well hold your microphone, thats how I feel if it ain't
your own
But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to
write your
sixteen balls
Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours
Y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the
fuck up

Chorus：
Shut the fuck up
(Goin be some shit)

Sheek：
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo I pump up, get big walk through the party jig
Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid
No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from Lox
You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks
The freaky one, mom said I was soon to be done
Because I sexed more, and my career's yet to begun
But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops
with the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff showed me the better
things in life
And how to live phat like Biggie, so I present my shit like that
Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, part time
job
Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs
Caught slippin almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he spit around I'm
like, whoa!
I guess it was God that pushed my head down, cause I ain't know,
word yo
And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the
faith in Him
Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now
they better
(？), wha

(Chrous)

Sheek：
Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been ConAir, everytime we fly but we
don't jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic, gats plastic
Now thats sweet, unditected, so when I walk through the scanners
it don't beep
I hear fuck Sheek, fuck the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they
signed to Bad
Boy
Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if i'm gettin
jerked I'm still
seein noise
Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms
So I sit and (？) like a bitch, Lox in Cancun
Up in daddios fuckin wild hoes, the groupy chicas
So fuck y'all, we paid y'all (..？..), we train hard
continuously, cause we
smart
I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't stop
til one of us
depart
With one through the heart, but even then that won't stop us
Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn
down from
arthritis
In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your website like
spiders
Old and gray we're still the same Lox you can't divide us, wha

(chorus)


23.The Heist (Part 1)

The Lox
Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch
Split for nothing
You get the same you hit the button
Before we hit the safe
Where's the videotape
Gotta look it in the face- forget it
I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
Money and death- what you pick？
And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
Money is paper and the banks built bricks
All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip
I couldn't be hit
Cuz I didn't feel shit
So I duck into cover
Yell for my brother
I yell yo

Then I yell yo back
You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks
Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
And I thought to myself, 'Damn, Styles is finished!'
We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
Damn, nigga better get the Captain
Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain
Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
Area surrounded parking lot packed in
Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in
But you know I'm going out in a blast
With this last pineapple like they use in M＊A＊S＊H
And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room
I pull the pin


24.Can't Stop, Won't Stop

The Lox
Stlyes：
Can't stop, won't stop
Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami
Move like little black kid stealing candy
Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream
Real generals never fail eighteen
Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve
If you said in your last time, (？)
And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his feet
You think not, as if
Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas
Is he rockin cashmiere？ Y'all know we don't pass there
Matter fact, I scoped out there last year
Hit him on the head said there ain't no cash there
Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rhomes
Puff out his own with this chick from Rome
(？), funny how I'm greedy, used to be needy
But now the Sean-Don keep the (？)

Chorus-Puff Daddy：
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don't stop
Can't stop, won't stop
(2x)

Sheek：
Hey, yo it's crazy we here now every chick want my baby
My career clear while your shit look hazy
Bang with us？ I don't think so, we platinum plus
With no airplay so ain't shit for us to discuss
But when we hit, you can't understand how we did it
At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it
Fourty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte
Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please
One hit for all of us to start eatin
And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats
Our parents are sharp like cactuses
And you can tell by chips, we sleep on matresses
Dimes flooded out in the hidous
Shit you see in magazines, cut out we freak them hoes
Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens
Now relax as we videotape you in the bed

(Chorus 2x)

Jay：
If we talk about dollars, only thing I turn down is my collar
Pull out turn them around, if he reach make him holler
Who runnin the town？ The Goodfellas
Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother？
With the third-person, you might catch me surfin
Money I be jerkin, my newborn be burpin
Can't stop, won't stop, I want respect
And I only bum heads with checks
In the suite with this honey from Bangladesh
Pop a snapple, I (？) lay on my chest
All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest
Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex
Yes, the black hood, and I mack good
With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood
Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good？
Baby we ain't gon' stop, but you should

(Chorus)


25.Chest To Chest

The Lox
Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga

All：

L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back
glock for glock, Mac for Mac
Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk about
player fuck around and catch a slug in your mouth

Verse One： Jadakiss

It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves crime
every late night he's outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, fuck the world
you got chips, you can fuck the next mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs could rule
and selling crack was cool
Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to school
No diploma, weed aroma nigga half coma
know the tricks of the class see my ass on the corner
You ain't ate shit 'til y'all tasted life
had my moms screaming 'Jay don't waste your life'
But me and my Ace is tight
moving base at night
Lace your nights, you see Narcs jet
I'll meet in the morning in the park doing sets
And when it's dark again
we'll let the 9s spark again
Y'all know the dogs
niggaz stay moving out the fog
And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the Lord
I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword
You fear what you hear so nigga press record
from here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
L.O.X. drop shit that make niggaz mop shit
you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips

Verse Two： Styles Paniro

Too many niggaz shake me, life is shaky
I act like this cuz they make me probably hate me
Nigga, I'm in the dictionary look me up
express art from my heart, baby cook me up
I'm the crack in your tape deck
I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the place wet
I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debt
I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give
head
I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the head
I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread
I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the Feds
I'm the heart of the page in that book that you read
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
Styles, physically and mentally
going to for the goal cuz I paid the penalty
Y'all ain't a friend of me
y'all ain't seen the enemy
Thinking of bending me
but I'm on the Kennedy
When I fly back in, hope you're packing
coming to tear y'all niggaz in fractions
Four-four
seen the future we battlin' all laws

Verse Three： Sheek Luchion

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi
this here is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when
you come back as a pussy and I fuck you again
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write
checks
to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big debts
With paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat
Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up
pass niggaz and watch they face frown like a pitbull
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove
scared to move
Gleaming like you looking for change
But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you
now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you
Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the
cash income
for years so many niggaz must've been dumb
Where we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in sums
If time don't stop, why should we yo light your spliff
you need work？ Come on I got consignment to give
This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts
And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older WHAT
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the muthafuckin' chest


26.Breathe Easy

The Lox
Chorus：x2
We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G.
Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
Explain thing further
Murder or get murdered

Verse 1：
Half of the hustle, half of them killers
All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro
Better send the guerrilla's
Cause beef is like a brand new car
You better ride
Everytime I sleep I die
Wish I was gone (ya know)
Felt dumb when I was young
I used to wish I was on
I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head
Niggas thinkin' they the don
Till their shit get bombed
I put 4 in your shootin' arm
2 in your legs
Like 10 in your chest
The last one in your head
I give you the whole clip,
like you cheated and stole shit
Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips
You know the business
Empty rap kill your co-defendant
Keep it male and catch a body in trial
If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles
Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth

Chorus： x2

Verse 2：
Yo, yo, yo
I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack
One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that
Wanna beef me？, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat
Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound
Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin
While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the
project
He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance
You should have spent it on some guns
Instead of Iceberg pants
What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers
With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali
Niggers(WESTSIIIDE)
Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers
Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her
There's a new-born in the house,
then I'm killin' the babysitter
Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes
Your moms would wear glasses,
with the nose disguise around me
Talkin greasy
Y'all like watermelons
Big but crack easy

Chorus： x2

Verse 3：
Now if you know Jay,
I never been a brother to front
I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want
Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk
And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps
And I know a few of you wanna get my watch
But it a be funeral if you get my watch
It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth
Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf
The Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now
Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now
You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown
Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown
To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time
I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes
And just because you might have seen me,
in and out of your house
Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth

Chorus： till end


27.Bring It On

The Lox
CHORUS 2X：
Ay yo y'all niggas want war？
Bring it on c'mon
Y'all want war with Sheek？
Bring it on c'mon
Y'all tryin na stop how I eat？
Bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon


Yo how you gon talk shit when you soft as pudding
Knowing the work that these real thugs put in
We too legit
Let me hear you rap something bout us
I'ma break the hands of the man who wrote your shit
We take minks off backs
Them grime niggas in clubs that make niggas walk
With them bodyguard cats
I'm glad I'm free
I feel like Harriet Tubman came and got me
＞From the white man property
It's all glitz and glitter but no cash you getting
You hear the difference in that shit that I'm spittin
Double R
That's street shit and that's the way it has to be
Myself , Sheek Louch , and I'm still MTV
I can talk about guns
Go out smack some nuns
Then flip and do a song with country music and shit
Don't ever play LOX for no fucking retard
Cuz your dough aint that long that you can't see God
Plus these rap niggas out here respect the god
They know we spit that shit so they respect our sound
They know how hard a motherfucker is and water that's down
Here that's that shit right there
I swear from Yonkers motherfucker
We'll bust in the air
Aint nobody killin clouds over here
Respect us
You bleed how we bleed
We bust how you bust
Yo Swizz help me out sing this chorus for us
C'mon

CHORUS 2X

Ay yo this here is for them cats that wild nonstop
Can't dance just play the club and bop
No respect for the law
Fuck security son
Cuz you big that aint stopping me from bustin my gun
It's a fact that fire burns and shit stink
It's also a fact that your vest only protectin your chest
You aint think about your head when you was talkin that mess
Or this knife
Across your face scar you for life
Now do you really wanna rock that ice？
Heh heh
Do your security really love your life？
Or do they just want their check
You think they gon take one in the neck
For a nigga with no respect
For his crew
Man we don't wear half on Chinese food
Slept in the same bed
Same chick gave us head
Brothers , and we aint gon stop till we all dead
Aint shit gon change
Just the dough gon change
Fuck a Bentley
I'm good with a rubberband colored range
I empty a clip at you you send nothing in exchange
Y'all niggas mad soft no heart all brains
But what's smart when a dumb dumb burst your heart
I'm done now but first hold up hold your applause
I got one question to ask y'all do y'all niggas want war？

CHORUS 6X


28.Chain Gang

The Lox
Lox baby
Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too
Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker

Bad boy
Stay back nigga

Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket？
Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at
Rockets
Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the
Little
Rascals
When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way
And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, cold niggas
Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
So if you want it, Fuck It!
In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like
a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs

Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw
Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage
The icon, doing this shit since Stride-on
Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter Ross
Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the
waistlines
Niggas is scared to face mine
See I'm a criminal, so after this interview
I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few？
I put one into you, I promise to God
It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob

You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,
I got flow while she's bagging her shit
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dump
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
While on my spare time I learned to market Heron
I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
Science is the game and it's all mathematical
Pearl white Porche, licence plate 'radical'
It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
forget that, Lox from the block want the shit back
And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs

Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at
I touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber ＆ Dumber
While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
Til this rap games like the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos
And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
We talking millions, you talking C-notes
you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet
though
You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist
Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitch
When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,
In the box with the suit on like you used to look
Hard body with a purple faced future look
Future crook, the same nigga who's boots I took
Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke
You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke
When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
First felony, you still gettin' four and a half


29.Felony Niggas

The Lox
Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka (overlap))
Real shit...Styles P Shit..
If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school shit
I aint tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds
and I heard you say you rich
so you can't get lower than Styles
kill everybody dead just so noone can smile
play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while
biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga
was shoot shit i'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My niggas hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark
We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me on '？' gettin' sixty a shift
Holidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet
And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
To show niggas that I'm nice and they aint fuckin' wit me

Chorus

Felony Niggas
Cop Cock Heavily Niggas
That'd arm rob seventy niggas
You know
Murderin' niggas
You want doe, they servin' you niggas
Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas
You know
Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe

Verse 2

All I know is drugs and guns
and plenty of weed
and that bitch that suck dick
and niggas that bleed
and if you're rich before you go
get a watch and a drop
you better hit the court house
and better bail out the block
if your son aint worth shit
niggas'll smuggle your daughter
I come through in a Porshe
The same color as water
I got weight, what you want
I can cover the order
They call me Boss when I cross the border
Six shot 'caught her？'
I hear niggas say my face is screwed
But I'll put six in your stomach nigga
lace your food
Scream 'Fuck Every Rapper' that hate that I'm rude
But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move
We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
There's only six nice rappers
If you wanna be real
Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit
That where they're from shit
All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
Just another dumb bitch
Go to church to get the holy ghost
I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
Look at the world through a niggas eyes
Dont be a bitch, you gonna live and die
Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
I pray to god that we make it to heaven
But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'
You know..cocksucker..

Chorus (2x)
(skit)


30.One Two Three Four

The Lox
One Two Three Four
Two Three Four
Three Four

Yo, you already know what I'm here for
Therefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Mister Jason
Balled head baby face and I stay laced and
When you pay good you play good
I'ma get this money while these fake thugs stay low
And why wouldn't I be stackin' Franks
Fifteen in the clip while you packin' shanks
(？) swingers, hair (？), fed bidders, real niggas
The little kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the Suburban with (？)
Pad lock, filled to the top and everything
We ain't gonna stop
We just going to squeeze through your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup with
No trouble all my niggas bubble like goose
Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin'
But now I can drop twenty-five on the piece
Butt in axe duels with whoever
Who you kidding, back to back
Like cream on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatment for the cats who can't freak it
I keep it dusted thats why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed shit you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real units we can eat with

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitch
Focus on life and niggas that run thick
Like a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal
This chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull
Fucking with the guiani's and the moles
When the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool
Our pigment is just for figment
You never see my rolls (？) moving through the triangle pyramid
This is for the cats that's like 'Who's the Lox？'
Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and Wops
Drinking booze up the (？) tryin' to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at, but where 'you' at？
I got my first felony, holding a gat
And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks
Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe
We ain't positive, but we ain't negative
The cops got guns, and they dont like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my toast
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dope
You think it ain't real, until you caged in
And you can't hit a feel, you keep the rage in
Cuz you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin'
And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girls
But they keep them on the pill, a dog where you at
Cuz the honey is tight ill, everything is real


31.The Interview (Part 2)

The Lox
Miscellaneous
The Interview (Part 2)
So what's L-O-X about？
Livon Off Experience
The LOX man
Word up
We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience
And we just do it and we do it for real


32.We Are The Streets

The Lox
Verse One：Sheek

Yo
Ayo
Yo I'ma b-boy standin in my b-boy stance
Glock on my hip is big is the dick in my pants
You don't want nuttin wit sheek you soft as fuck
I leave a single shotgun shell on top of your truck
Wit a horseshoe to let you know you pressin' ya luck
You don't want nuttin wit kiss, nuttin wit styles
You don't wanna end up food for the crocadiles
I'd take the gun off ya waste and smack ya
And turn around and point it at ya mink and give you one
I'm the reason why ya peeps not in ICU
Cause believe me when you ain't watchin I see you
From the Hamptons to the place where you like to eat
I put somethin in them mams you keep thinkin is sweet
I'm in the bushes all night calm wit' the Tommy
Waitin for you to skinny dip wit' that mommy
While she waitin for the night i'm waitin for her flight

Chorus： Jadakiss
2X

No we ain't
Wit dem
No more cause we ruffrydin
Get it out ya head now
LOX is back now
Show a little love now
Pump it in the club now

Verse Two： Jadakiss

Yo if you should die tonight
It's cause I said peel his cap
We on Ruffryders now
How real is that
It's the kiss of death everybody know J- face
Us gettin off similar to OJ's case
Just better rhymes and better beats involved
Less politics more of the streets involved
Things always go smooth when the heats involved
Sign today or get beat tommorow
First one talkin that family shit
And get a lotta doe and don't give the family shit
I don't care how many ？ you wrote
I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke
if yall do fall down i'ma scoop the ？
No shiny suits
Everybody boots and jeans
The industry is one thing being real is another
That means i'll steal your mother

Chorus： 2x

Verse Three： Styles

Yo if you left the peak ballin i don't feel yo ass
I wish duke was still alive and they killed yo ass
You can keep an industry but don't you come to the hood
I got a thousand niggas like me and they feel like suge
If you think i'm beefin for nuttin then rob me dog
I'm from the hood
And I ain't bee robbed before
Tell you screw all the paper work
You can lie in dirt
Walk through the valley nigga tell me if the iron hurt
Ruffryder now cause that's where the bombs at
And i tell niggas fuck that car jack
Take the roley out the air put the don back
Can't wear shiney suits on combat
Guess i got personal beef
You worse then a thief
Probably be your man that'll work you to sleep
We goin put the guns down and we ain't bringin a crew
You got friends that hate yo ass more than we do nigga

Outro： L.O.X.

We don't give a fuck about ya (3x)
We gonna be alright with out ya

Chorus： (6x)


33.Wild Out

The Lox
Chorus 1
Wild Out!! (cmon)
Wild Out!! (uh huh)
Wild Out!! (If ya glad that L-O-X is Ruff Rydin now!!, cmon
niggas)
Wild Out!! (whooo, what, what)
Wild Out!! (wild out, wild out, wild out)
Wild Out!! (All My niggas throw your guns up, yo ,yo)

(Sheek)
I know niggas in the clink
That send pipe bombs thru sinks
That got dough and still wanna stick y'all wit minks
Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck
I'm that huntin muthafucka and guess who da duck
I'm Elmer and you Daffy like the Looney cartoon
But this ain't no cartoon
My bullets clear out the room
I said 'Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son.'
Like that rooster and that chicken hawk I teach about a gun
I place my money on one
I'll pull it out, you'll run
I wave it in front of ya son and both y'all is done . . . Blah!
For God's sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million
Must I wave it at yo' children？
Run up in yo' buildin and go straight for the bank
Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank
I know those tricks
Ya suppliers, Papi and them, I know those dicks
Give me those bricks
Now, wild out niggas

Hook 2：
Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh, yo!)
Wild Out!! (ok)
Wild Out!! (If ya bouncin in da club actin like you cant get
in!)
Wild Out!! (what, uh)
Wild Out!!(yo, yo, yo ,yo)
Wild Out!! (Yo, yo ,yo ,yo ,yo ,yo)

(Jadakiss)
For every check I deposit, it's just a new burner in the closet
And the big one'll kill you, ya brother and ya pops quick
Might take one slug to get y'all both
Cuz muthafucka, I'ma make sure I hit y'all close
And whoever's left guarenteed he gettin it all
Cuz his ass coulda ran when I was lookin at y'all
I get rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes
And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes
Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines
Great wit eights
Nigga, I'll heat ya face
And I got a hungry lawyer that'll eat the case
I used to cop so heavy that the block got mad
And niggas start callin up the cops like cabs
My 16's make niggas go to they dorm
Lock in and workout, then come out in the mornin
Wild out and blow a CO jus cuz it's borin
Wild out nigga

Hook 3：
Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
Wild Out!!
(If ya just got outta jail from doin wild time, lets bawl out!)
Wild Out!! (yo!)
Wild Out!!(ok, cmon cmon)
Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh)

(Styles)
I pray to the Allah
But I'm too foul to go to the mosque
And if it's beef, I'ma murder you and go to da squad
Holiday Styles
Screw niggas far as they rap
I let my shotgun ball ya bat
Make ya coffin outta ya plaques
And bring ya ice to hell
Y'all fuck around dis album, I'll do life in jail
And if you under 21, you shouldn't listen to dis
You hate a nigga, go and kill him while he takin a shit
So, when the cops come and get him he'll be makin 'em sick
So, they could feel how I feel
I had a probable cause
You know da shit that happens when you don't follow da boss
Follow the rules
Kids get followed to school
And the thug niggas ball ya boo
Target practice was a horrible view
It's fucked up what tomorrow can do
And these niggas feel sorrow for who？
'Til we put you in da dirt, we ain't partin wit you
Wild out niggas

Hook 4
Wild Out!! (ya better back up dawg)
Wild Out!! (everybody, yo, yo)
Wild Out!!
(If a nigga grillin your chick, uh, and she wit you, fuck that!)
Wild Out!! (yo, what？)
Wild Out!!(Cmon, cmon, cmon, I cant hear you!, cmon)
Wild Out!! (If ya find ya nigga cheatin, lets go girls!, cmon
now!)
Wild Out!! (uh, yo!)
Wild Out!! (cmon cmon)
Wild Out!! (If a nigga step on ya gotdamn shoes, fuck that!)
Wild Out!! (uh huh uh huh)
Wild Out!! (yo, yo, whoa!)
Wild Out!! (If a nigga owe you money, and aint paid ya yet!,
fuck that!)
Wild Out!! (cmon, oohh)
Wild Out!! (what what!)
Wild Out!! (If ya workin at a job and the boss fire you, fuck
HIM!)
Wild Out!! (uh!)
Wild Out!!(yo, yo ,LOX Niggas, LOX Niggas)
Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!!
(whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody!)
(anybody, young niggas, dead bitches!, tear it up!)
Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild
Out!!
Wild Out!! (


34.Money, Power ＆ Respect

The Lox
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First You get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin, power
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Ayo my whole clique bout it, 'bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it
You could see me on optimum TV

Go in your bathroom turn the light out, scream
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3
Sheek ain't your usual friend
About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end

I'm done wit' ice and charms
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone
Pull up wit' class on the don'
Once I meet em' I greet 'em

Kiss his feet for freedom
Tell 'em thank you lord
'Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek

So I can make this album
And get back the cats that's weak
Two thirty, six two
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs a pitbull

Gun, know clip full, keep hunger
And plan for the future, 'cuz you figure
You gon' be older
Way longer than you gon' be younger

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
It's the key to life

Only time could tell how the clock ticks
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage
Two personalities check the posture
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils

You think of death but the life seem scary
I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds

Twenty five thousand a piece
Fuck streets
Tryin' to own the island
Forget about wilin'

Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' 'em rich
Come back, private jet live on set
If you could shit gold like you split the decks

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Yo nutin' but the hotness
Whenever we drop this
Monotonous for y'all to keep hatin'
'Cuz y'all never gon' stop us
I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is

Fear no one
Kick rhymes like Shoguns
You scared to blow one
Get robbed wit' your own gun

If I don't respect you I'm ah check you
And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you
Right before I wet' chu
I sneeze on tracks an' bless you

I'm special
And if you like workin' out
then I'm gon' stretch you
Husslin' is dead but we still get red

Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread
And y'all said my monies spent
But it's in the Bent
So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent

For my story, self-explanatory
that I'm the hottest thing on the street
An' yall ain't got nutin' for me

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Arf, arf
This is a beat that I can freak to
just drop the reals
Plus a nigga wit' the ill
Y'all niggas know my skills

Ass from the grills get em' up
split em' up, wet em' up
And watch em' come get em' up
Set em' up

When you do dirt, you get dirt
Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt
Step back like I did worse
This ain't no fucking game

You think I'm playin', till you layin'
To where？ The junkyard decayin'
Mom's at home prayin'
That chu comin' home

But chu not, 'cuz you sittin' up in the trunk startin to rot
And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby
It's goin' down baby
Git the full pound baby

And let off up in a nigga
especially if he think he bigga'
than my muthafuckin' trigga'
Did I？ Can I get my？ Is it gone？
DMX represent for one time, it's on

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect


35.So Right

The Lox
Head across seas 'bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house

We three deep, What？ And we ain't get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light

Can't see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period

Hell of a living, shit being on television
Ball I'm-a score every time there's an inning
I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in

Your fault, so right
(So right)
It makes me want more
(It makes me want more)
Your fault, so tight
(So tight)
You need an encore
(Give me an encore)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
What up, yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo, before I rock a show, I pray to God in a huddle
Sheek laid back, you know, I'm 'bout to bubble
All y'all hate that, tryin' to keep me in trouble
We take things serious, y'all do it for fun

'Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles
When then done
International despite thee, West coast beef
I blew it down on Keenen Ivory Wayans

Got the all with a grain for the pain
So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
From day 'til it's dark with the fat man scoop
Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop

Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle
Heard one song, now you changing up your single
While I mingle, Sheek the black man jingle
In a club with two mommies, that's bilingual

Your fault, so right
(So right)
It makes me want more
(It makes me want more)
Your fault, so tight
(So tight)
You need an encore
(Give me an encore)

Yeah, wha, wha？
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Now what y'all think we here for？ Aight then
Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
All y'all thought y'all was coming to get us
'Cuz we lost B.I.G. but he still wit us

Fooled y'all ass, y'all tools don't blast
All we do is make hot songs and use y'all cash
I hang my plaques in the bathroom
'Cuz I'm sill thinking 'bout making a hit

While I'm taking a shit
Playa Haters be scraping the 6
For no reason, that don't even make no sense
I'm happy they made them with bullet proof glass tints

If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
Get a new look out, pull your black book out
Who you know pal for enough to distribute？
2.5 and that's just the tribute

Anything involved with Benji's we with that
With the good comes the bad never forget that

Your fault, so right
(So right)
It makes me want more
(It makes me want more)
Your fault, so tight
(So tight)
You need an encore
(Give me an encore)

Your fault, so right
(So right)
It makes me want more
(It makes me want more)
Your fault, so tight
(So tight)
You need an encore
(Give me an encore)

Your fault, so right
(So right)
It makes me want more
(It makes me want more)
Your fault, so tight
(So tight)
You need an encore
(Give me an encore)
...


36.Let's Start Rap Over

The Lox
See, I want to get back to the love
Let's start love over, come on

Let's start love over
Back to the way things were
Forget about them
'Cause all we got is us

We can make it
Sad if we try
I want to start love over
Let's make it do or die

When I was nine years old I realized there was a road
At the end I would win lots of pots of gold
Days, when I used to have my play clothes on
I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron

But you've learned what the herbs do, breaking curfew
Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium
Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum
Some break a boogie but those that don't was usually a fighter

Rollin' easy riders
Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter
A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar
But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow

Little kids is big now, they'll push your wig now
Can't send them to the store
But you can send them for roll and put them on my vine
And give them one big push for all mankind

Let's start love over
Back to the way things were
Forget about them
'Cause all we got is us

We can make it
Sad if we try
I want to start love over
Let's make it do or die

People still taking rapping for a joke
A passing hope or a phrase with a rope
What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes？
Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks

Remember playing in the streets, touch football
Look y'all, somebody get mad and bounce with they football
Twenty four hour block parties
Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy

Adults used to think I was scheming
But I was dreaming to one day
Make a hot album and have 'em all fiendin'

Now every time that I rhyme I can tell that you like it
Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic
Your mind is weary, floating like a dove

Sweating and things, like you were making love
Control the crowd so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

Where's the love？
Somebody tell me
Where's the love？
Because we want to know

I remember everybody I loved, everybody
It wasn't always player hating
There wasn't jealousy and all this envy
It was the love

Ayo hip hop, set out in the park
What？ We used to do it out in the dark
All night long till the cops made us go
Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the
window

Lees on, thinking you fresh trying to impress
Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead
Ponytail swaying, she hot
Standing like she bull legged, but she not

You remember the days？
That's when crack was affecting blacks like that
Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer
Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater

That's all corrupt, over rap you might get bust
Say the wrong thing, end up in a permanent sling
Went from shell tops to hollow tops
Used to rock the bus stop

Now we electric slide from the cops
Want some veterans in this that ain't keeping it real
Now with God we chill over a record deal
Always the good ones to go, never your enemies die

Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I.
No time to yell rhymes in the microphone
Take this more serious than just a poem
Rock party to party while you're out the door
But tear it up yo, let's start love over

Let's start love over
Back to the way things were
Forget about them
'Cause all we got is us

We can make it
Sad if we try
I want to start love over
Let's make it do or die

Where's the love？
Somebody tell me
Where's the love？
Because we want to know

Where's the love？
Somebody tell me
Where's the love？
Because we want to know


37.New York Rap

The Lox
Don-Don,.38 revolve in the brown bag
Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag
In and out of town, that's why the God look jet-lagged
Sheek's still bangin', I ain't wavin' the red flag
The curse of Bin Laden, boats don't float across
His ghostly bones said 'Rise up with green moss'
Uh, smoke blowin' on a weave
Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze
Condos in Miami, I ain't even use the keys
Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves
Cash and big guns, be with' them OGs
Levis, white ups, City Lab tees
Nick said 'Nate, the Yanks gotta bring it home' (New York!)
Them Dirty Harrys sittin' on me, all chrome
Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome
This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam
Safety on Glock, ice on rock
I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin' Pac

I don't like too many rappers, or niggas
If you see me talkin' to cowards, it's all figgas
Gotta be ready to die to war with' us
Yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of more with' us
Chop it up, bag it up, set it up
I got a problem on the strip, I'll wet it up
I could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up
Talkin' to the pilot on the Palm, then a Senator
You fakin', nigga, I get it shakin'
I'll shoot your wife at the dinner table like Taken
I did dirt since Krush Groove and Breakin'
Now they got a Biggie movie, Pac comin' next
You can suck my dick, you said The LOX ain't the best
Now yell pause and no homo that
And get a bullet in ya fitted where the logo at
Yeah, another one by the NE sign
Stab him in the face with the pen he signed
Now that's that, turn ya fitted to a snapback

Yo, I'm the one that make the car start： Engine
Hard liquor, two weeks straight, nigga： Bingin'
This dope, getcha sniff on or syringe in
I'm really in these streets, they pretendin'
You compare him to these creeps？ You offend him
Water and oil, you don't mix, you can't blend them
Trunk fulla powder, cook it when I get there
It's me all alone on the throne, yeah, I sit there
Now just let the haze burn
Bullets don't ever change, they always burn
Majority is snakes, the rest is straight worms
Everybody's a baller, then I must be Dave Stern
Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs
Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm？
Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al Qaeda
L-O-X, the criminology coordinators
(What？)


38.So Right (Remix)

The Lox F／ Jay-Z, Kelly Price
Catch me in the Dirty South
In the red porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, what, and we ain't get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
Can't see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period
Hell of a living, shit being on television
Ball i'ma score everytime there's an inning
I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in

Chorus： Kelly Price

Your love, so right (so right)
It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
Your fault love, so tight (so tight)
You need an encore (give me an encore)

Verse Two： Sheek Luchion

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle
Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble
All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble
We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun
Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
International despite thee, Westcoast beef
I blew it down on Keenen Ivory
Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain
So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
＞From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop
Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop
Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle
Heard one song, now you changing up your single
While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle
In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual

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Verse Three： Jadakiss

Yeah, wha, wha, yo yo yo yo
Now what ya'll think we here for？ aight then
Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us
Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us
Fooled ya'll ass, ya'll tools don't blast
All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash
I hang my plaques in the bathroom
Cuz I'm sill thinking bout making a hit
While I'm taking a shit
Playa Haters be scraping the 6
For no reason, that don't even make no sense
I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints
If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
Get a new look out, pull your black book out
Who you know pal for enough to distribute
2.5 and that's just the tribute
Anything envolved with Benji's we with that
With the good comes the bad never forget that

Verse Four： Jay-Z

If you ain't in it for the money then get out the game
Motherfuckers better think before they spit out my name
I been known to have torn shit out the frame
Load up the clip and aim TEST ME!
You ain't in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your block
I'll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your block
If you wanna sell a million, Bad Boy and the Roc
You know we come through with the gleam shit blinding your block
And our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dock
And the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shot
Been a villain since I can remember for willing to plot
Sell crack, make a million then stop FEEL ME!
Yes nigga, Jay and L-O-X nigga
This is for you training bra bitches whose chest got bigger
It's on nigga, and the simple fact is
We got this rap shit captive

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