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Wednesday, 18 October 2017
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The Lox - Lyrics


We Are The Streets - Album




Y'all Fucked Up Now


 







Yeah


Two guns up motherfucker


Uh huh


Yeah


Niggaz runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth


My Niggaz


Shit is serious L.O.X.


Couldn't even put three niggaz togehther and come up


With this combination (faggot)


Shit is fo' real


Yo





[Styles]


I pack a 4 5


Puff a blunt and get high


Don't give a fuck if I die cuz my son is alive


I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise


Could of died ten times


That made me live


Sell my soul


Not for no cars and gold


I been through it cuz my scars is old


Remember the time


I used to puff dimes


And think the law was cold


Back then when my mom played my father's role


Now I'm a man


Runnin with a gun in the vest


It feel good with my son on my chest


I wanna quit


But I'm one of the best


Fuck around I might run to the west


Lay low and get blunted to death


Niggaz is wack


I can't say it plainer than that


Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back


Fuck the middle


Cuz the middle do alot and a little


Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle


Settle for less


A general but don't meddle my chest


Die for my niggas nevertheless


Can't find a nigga better than this


Kiss and the Louch


Every man ahead of the group


Regretting the coup


Y'all niggas want the red in my boots


Hole in my shirt


Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt


I see the rollie not move but the shit still work


Motherfucker that'll make you a jerk


Cocksucker





CHORUS:


Ay yo what y'all gon do now


Y'all fucked up now


Niggas


How deep is your crew now


Y'all fucked up now


Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?)


Y'all fucked up now (This aint no fuckin joke niggas is hungry)


We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong)


Y'all fucked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)





[Sheek]


I pay off blue suits thats Sucio


And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo


A bad bitch that kill


So when you put the dogs on her you smell Massengill Summer's Eve


Puttin drugs in coffee hip to the D's


I play smarter


That's why my flights now be charter


Ten seater


What you know about a Porsche at a meter


Next to koochie freak those


Tickets keep those


And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose


I aint the nigga that you see


Posted on cop walls


I'm that eighteen and up


Mamis on my balls


Y'all can't figure the great one


Sheek be Jason


Not cops


But that legendary nigga my pops


I bust shots like bums at a bar but far


>From a lush


Everything about this cat be plush


And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt


Like nothing


Lift a arm I hit those under your wing


Yo why you following this cat


Hey he about to get pushed back


You could poke your chest out in the street


That's cool


But in a bing this fool


Was like Louis Rich meat


We don't run from y'all


We scatter for guns on y'all


What you know about two 380's inside a basketball


And when it's beef


Store on his side with burners on Coronas


We the best that ever did it


If you need us telephone us


What the fuck nigga





CHORUS





[Jadakiss]


Yo


A nigga wanna go to war with Kiss


Find him a ditch


Old school niggas tell me I remind of rich


Cuz I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips


Hoppin out a rough six


With sweats and scuffed kicks


I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix


I done signed every autograph and took every flick


I'm quite sure that I coulda hit


Every chick


But I didn't ones that I did gave em heavy dick


All day


The LOX flow hotter than broadway


Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway


And their aint enough plates for y'all to eat with me


Stingy nigga but I share my slugs equally


I put half where your waist at


And half where your face at


Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that


From your street rappin's only one of my plans


I got dirty south niggas payin a hundred a gram


And I could care less how much you shift the scan


However you get it you supposed to hit your man


But we don't hold the grudges


We control the budgets


And do whatever the fuck we wanna do nigga fuck it





CHORUS










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