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You in the line, what's wrong
Ain't your out yet
Ain't you that Benz pusher slash (?)
Nigga in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches
LOX, when we ball it's view y'all
movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some shit
For me to get paid and I saw just get sprayed
It's the (?), as a but on point though
I blast up the Loca for scheming on my
LOX, in total control and
And everything you see us sweatin' in our be ours
But you can't it so you player hate, I see the logic
My coke keeps your 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 know what I'm for
Therefor L-O-X be the niggas that I for
down this foundation, Mister Jason
Balled head baby and I stay laced and
When you pay you play good
I'ma get this money while these thugs stay low
And why I be stackin' Franks
Fifteen in the clip while you packin'
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, niggas
The kids still dig us
time be careful who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the with (?)
Pad lock, filled to the top and
We ain't stop
We just going to squeeze through your
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup
No all my niggas bubble like goose
Or geese, nauticale fleece it nothin'
But now I can twenty-five on the piece
Butt in axe duels whoever
Who you kidding, to back
Like cream on the other side of
Shock for the cats who can't freak it
I keep it dusted why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real we can eat with

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