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You in the circle line, what's
your yacht out yet
Ain't you Willie Benz pusher slash (?)
Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us
dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
LOX, when we ball it's paper y'all
Straight movie, flee to see while I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta
For me to get paid and I saw just get sprayed
It's the (?), as a but on point though
I up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ah
LOX, in control and power
And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be
But you afford it so you player hate, I see the logic
My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your in the closet
As long as L-O-X keep you what 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
Holdin' down this foundation, Mister
Balled baby face and I stay laced and
When you pay good you good
I'ma get this while these fake 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 who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the with (?)
Pad lock, filled to the top and
We ain't gonna
We just to squeeze through your glock
Dinero, Louch, to the coup with
No trouble all my niggas bubble goose
Or geese, nauticale it aint nothin'
But now I can drop twenty-five on the
in axe duels with whoever
Who you kidding, back to
Like cream on the side of Clinton
Shock treatment for the cats who freak it
I keep it thats why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed shit you can it
We trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the
Focus on life and niggas run thick
Like a pack of wolves, tools we all been frugal
This chance is second round I aint in no bull
Fucking the guiani's and the moles
When the making me hot, I move where it's cool
Our pigment is for figment
You never see my rolls (?) moving through the pyramid
This is for the that's like "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
shit, where you at, but where "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 that thug, get doe
We ain't positive, but we negative
The got guns, and they dont like us where we live
Take notes, I'm a roach, holding my toast
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties with dope
You think it ain't real, you caged in
And you hit a feel, you keep the rage in
'cause you never made a so we keep it blazin'
And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas
But keep them on the pill, a dog where you at
'cause the honey is ill, everything is real