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You in the line, what's wrong
Ain't yacht out yet
Ain't you Willie Benz pusher slash (?)
Nigga in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
LOX, when we ball it's view y'all
Straight movie, flee to see three while I'm
Now gentlemen, do we have to get some gangsta shit
For me to get paid and I saw y'all get sprayed
It's the (?), as a nail but on though
I blast up the for scheming on my coke-ah
LOX, in total control and
And everything you see us in our videos be ours
But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the
My coke keeps your army in the closet
As long as keep giving 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 that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Jason
Balled head face and I stay laced and
When you pay you play good
I'ma get money while these fake thugs stay low
And why wouldn't I be Franks
Fifteen in the while you packin' shanks
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, niggas
The little kids dig us
Next time be careful who you bring to
phone in the Suburban with (?)
Pad lock, filled to the top and
We ain't stop
We just to squeeze through your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup
No trouble all my niggas bubble goose
Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint
But now I can drop twenty-five on the
Butt in axe duels with
Who you kidding, back to
Like cream on the other of Clinton
treatment for the cats who can't freak 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, with we all been frugal
This chance is round I aint jumpin' in no bull
Fucking with the guiani's and the
When the money's me hot, I move where it's cool
Our pigment is for figment
You never see my (?) moving through the triangle pyramid
This is for the cats like "Who's the Lox?"
flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and
Drinking up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops
Same shit, you at, but where "you" at?
I got my first felony, a gat
And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my
Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see thug, get that doe
We ain't positive, but we ain't
The cops got guns, and they dont like us we live
Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my
my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dope
You think it ain't real, you caged in
And you can't hit a feel, you the rage in
'cause you never 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
the honey is tight ill, everything is real