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The Lox are an American hip hop group composed of Jadakiss, Sheek Louch, and Styles P. They were originally signed to Sean Combs' Bad Boy Records before joining Ruff Ryders Entertainment, and are now a part of their own label, D-Block Records more »

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Dunny (D-Block)
I stay with a big glock, I put 'em in ziplock
You put 'em on tiktok, what happened to hip-hop?
The dope ass emcee, the dj big crates
I first heard double dutch bust on them little eights
Mr. Magic playing turn it down, it's too late

Chuck D and Cool J, that era was so great
But enough flashback of this dope ass rap
Right now my foot is on these little niggas backs
I click clack the iron, (yeah) whoever out there dying (uh huh)
Spin back shoot whoever out there crying

Forgive me lord ,the drug dealers ain't teach me nothin'
I had to learn, I seen niggas get killed for frontin'
Now I'm outside your Air BNB 
From the era where they was scared to rhyme at DND
Y'all niggas better stop, y'all know about d block

Funny ass dances, nigga, all we had was the wok
Maybe running man but I was tired for that
Crack rocks nigga, black tops and ratchet
Oh that's my little homie's sister? She can catch it

Head crack what's in your bank? I'ma match it
Yeah don't let these niggas throw you off (yeah, uh)
Like you supposed to die for them or go up north
When a nigga that you following is extra soft
Take his gun and smack him if he fucking cough

I stay with the FN I'll teach you a lesson
It's not my fault I'm greater than, you less then
Too much hate is why you missing your blessings
Like my chances with any contestant
Lower your tone now 'cause we all grown now
That bid you did don't mean nothing, you home now
That just mean you can catch two in your dome now
Really have a going home party alone now

You ain't make it, you got no talent
So use your rights and just remain silent
Save the tough talk 'cause you ain't violent
You just on drugs, you ain't wildin'
When they knock your teeth out you ain't smiling
I pay taxes and you ain't filing
I'm still hungry my stomach is growling
And the fangs is out that mean my niggas is howling
Hate's expected we already seen love
You mad we really getting the money you dreamed of
Thirty three and a third everything between us

You seen loyalty every time you seen us
Boy's a genius get off my penis
Before you force me to send the cleaners
What I am is my brother's keeper
And what do kill you will make you weaker
F*ck Boy

What up boy? G minds
I'ma hit him twice he think I throw him the peace sign
Double tap, that's a bubble wrap
If they cooking up then it's coming back
Hit him with an axe like a lumberjack
Timberlands
With the thirty eights in 'em for niggas that think they ninjas
Ball like Zeke in the finals when I'm injured
Gangsta, hate it when Sam fell for ginger
Dope boy I'ma be gone 'til November
Come back in a new drop
Ball and I shoot like the NBA two spot
What you really tryna do akh?
I'm the top boy, what you need a little food akh?
You should know I'm the gold standard
F*ck with the homeboys, the block ghost land uh
Niggas better than ghost? Nah that's so random
Niggas harder than ghost? Not but no cannon
I ain't make the ball bounce but I made the bars bounce
Started on the corner with a hard ounce
I ain't tryna play the yard for the yard count
Rather be on the island whipping the car around
Niggas is mad blacker than tar now
But catch A bullet hole or a scar now
Ghost

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