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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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If your hoped we wouldn't make it, f*ck you (f*ck you) 
Talk with a heart full of hatred, f*ck you (f*ck you) 
And you said we wouldn't cake it, f*ck you (f*ck you) 
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, f*ck you 
Yo, everybody's a snake 
That's why I try to keep the grass cut 
So I can see 'em when they coming 
Then I heat they ass up 
'Cause' them niggas that you went to school with 
Will catch you while you in your new whip 
And turn your brains into Cool Whip 
Niggas that you running round getting ass with 
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket 
Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much 
And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much 
While you was running round pumping for niggas 
I was listening 
And you still pumping for niggas 
I'm coming through visiting 
You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex 
And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks 
And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo 
Burner under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos 
Funny style niggas never down with me 
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee 
I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids 
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs 
Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a call 
And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road 
Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs 
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets, 
F*ck y'all 

All I do is get high, and think of faving you all 
Motherf*ckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord 
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow 
Then watch you crab motherf*ckers just steal and ball 
Put in my work, you might get put in a church 
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse 
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off 
Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss 
You can die cause this shit might happen to me 
But I'mma still happen to be, packin' the three
F*ck with bitches that be wrappin' the keys 
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin' the D 
Shoot in the breeze, nine in the boot, full of trees 
One in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner 
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you want to 
I understand, f*ck it dog, die in the can 
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man 
As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death 
They touch you, only thing else to say is f*ck you 
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide 
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry 
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by 
Putting a MASH on niggas like Klinger and Horgi 
So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy 
Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy 
F*ck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death" 
You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit 
Be as deep as you inside the f*cking cement 
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear 
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there 
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this 
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand 
When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit 
Play in this shit make a angel with it 
And I don't give a f*ck about that 380 that y'all share 
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year 
When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot 
The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot 
I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post 
F*ck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy 
Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block 
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what 

If you hoped we wouldn't make it, f*ck you 
Talk with a heart full of hatred, f*ck you 
And you said we wouldn't cake it, f*ck you 
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, f*ck you 
I'll tell you in your face, f*ck you 
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, f*ck you 
And watch you die on the street, f*ck you 
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, f*ck them too

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