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

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

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