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You in the circle line, wrong
your yacht out yet
Ain't you that Willie Benz slash (?)
Nigga in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson daily
LOX, we ball it's paper view y'all
Straight movie, flee to see three I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some shit
For me to get and I saw y'all just get sprayed
It's the (?), as a nail but on point
I blast up the for scheming on my coke-ah
LOX, in total and power
And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be
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 you what you need
We gonna take it nigga, as we proceed

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Yo, you already know what I'm for
L-O-X be the niggas that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Mister
Balled head baby and I stay laced and
When you pay good you play
get this money while these fake thugs stay low
And why wouldn't I be 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 going to through your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup
No trouble all my niggas like goose
Or geese, nauticale it aint nothin'
But now I can twenty-five on the piece
in axe duels with whoever
Who you kidding, back to
Like cream on the other side of
Shock treatment for the cats who can't it
I keep it dusted thats why 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
on life and niggas that run thick
Like a pack of wolves, tools we all been frugal
This is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull
Fucking with the guiani's and the
When the money's making me hot, I move where it's
Our is just for figment
You never see my rolls (?) through the triangle pyramid
is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?"
Better up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, and Wops
Drinking up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops
shit, where 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 positive, but we ain't negative
The got guns, and they dont like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with
You think it real, until you caged in
And you hit a feel, you keep the rage in
you never made a mil' 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