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You in the circle line, what's
Ain't yacht out yet
Ain't you Willie Benz pusher slash (?)
please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches
LOX, when we ball paper view y'all
Straight movie, to see three while I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta
For me to get paid and I saw y'all get sprayed
It's the (?), as a nail but on point
I blast up the 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 it there nigga, as we proceed

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Yo, you already know what I'm for
Therefor L-O-X be the niggas I care for
Holdin' this foundation, Mister Jason
Balled head baby face and I stay and
When you pay good you play
I'ma get this while these fake thugs stay low
And why I be stackin' Franks
in the clip while you packin' shanks
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real
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 gonna
We just going to through your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup
No trouble all my niggas bubble goose
Or geese, nauticale it aint nothin'
But now I can drop on the piece
Butt in axe with whoever
Who you kidding, back to
cream on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatment for the cats who freak it
I keep it dusted thats why they always try to it
But peep it, that weed you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real units we can eat

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the
Focus on life and niggas that run
a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal
This chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no
with the guiani's and the moles
When the money's me hot, I move where it's cool
Our is just for figment
You never see my rolls (?) through the triangle pyramid
This is for the cats like "Who's the Lox?"
Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a
Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and
Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the
Same shit, you at, but where "you" at?
I got my felony, holding 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 ain't positive, but we ain't
The got guns, and they dont like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, my toast
Givin' my quotes, to the livin' with dope
You think it ain't real, you caged in
And you can't hit a feel, you keep the in
'cause you made a mil' so we keep it blazin'
And the fagots on the hill, fucking girls
But keep them on the pill, a dog where you at
'cause the is tight ill, everything is real