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| The Lox Miscellaneous One Two Three Four [Sheek] You in the circle line, what's wrong Ain't your yacht out yet Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily LOX, when we ball it's paper view y'all Straight movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get sprayed It's the (?), as a nail but on point though I blast up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ah LOX, in total control and power And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the logic My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet As long as L-O-X keep giving you what you need We gonna take it there nigga, as we proceed [Jadakis] One Two Three Four Two Three Four Three Four [Jadakis] 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 [Styles] 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 |
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