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Yo even if I just cooked up, if comin give you it moist
And be scared to die, I aint give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what think you got
And the ambulance'll longer if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a clip
In front of the store gauze in the woolrich
sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the
So what I got a Rollie, and it got a ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get one tonight
Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son
I'm clever, time we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that never
To my niggas in they cell wit a of rec
Or K.L., for a coward to death
I feel y'all, so me, even if y'all guilty
Time niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even though by then these faggots probably be killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, y'all know the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, coppin out, it down
We could get it on, any way or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the way about you bitch
made you rich and now you act like this
Who them thuggest on your team, guns to the triple beam
Without rap my gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who from wealth
You space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls niggas get hit
That way the and the cops run shit, feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it, that's my sport
I even up your shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as
Pop up, shoot through the bottle, straighten your lungs
the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, out, "somebody help this man"
Not even life insurance your fam, I'm takin that
I'm Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our
You owe us dough, it as that, I leave it at that, faggots

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
Catch us at the dice game, a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We could get it on, any way or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat

Spittin to live, two bullets your ribs
You christen your kids, I let my son to B.I.G
I won't stop til a niggas fit in my crib
I won't be til my last nigga finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no the cops
In the middle of the ocean, my nine pop
a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the
Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label, signed a deal
You poppin that bullshit they might find you
Slum throwin the highway, behind the
Or you do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell cracks and
Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the
Run up in your house, alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen and will
Til you up in the mornin and your mama is killed

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, coppin out, it down
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat