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| The Lox Miscellaneous We Are The Streets Intro: Sheek Ugh You know we had to 'dis right Hugh Hugh You know we had to 'dis right Hugh Hugh It just wouldn't be right 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) |
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