Think Of The LOX

You know who it is Hey Large Pro what up? Living Off Xperience, you know? If the love don't work, what will money do? I'ma need that G pick up truck colored honeydew (woo) Cantaloupe color the interior Whoever act superior, we'll pop him with a .22 Have a carm in the condo with twenty-two Birds holding birds coming up Route 22 Ain't a cup of liquor but niggas know he's a 100 proof Cut the legs off of niggas saying they run with you I'm the pot head, the cool homie to vibe with Violate, you oughta bring a homie to die with I blow a eighth, think of states that I could buy in Cop in a state think of weight that I could fly in Can you hear me now like Verizon? King of New York, bang your head right on a hydrant Pops always told me to think out the box So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX Ayo, half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (skrrt) The real locked up and the rest are dead, that's facts Thirty plus clips in that stack I aim for the body but I hit all that These rap niggas ain't real Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel Yo, leaning on a toy like a B-Boy, parked the whip Make my son come downstairs and watch Bruce Leroy Last Dragon, pants sagging, nigga, Don Don's here I'm out for the season and I ain't have Achilles tear I'm Emirates Air, Shakira got the window seat I light something and go dumb on a Large Pro beat Who fucking with us? I only use a fifth of my brain And I'm still better than them niggas tryna be Wayne I move that cane like a blind man I'm caked out without a million plus SoundScan My skin looking like I found the youth fountain (look at me baby) And jumped in and got the red Louis duffle with the fucking pump in it (shit) White Wraith space you could put clump in it Passing the grave yard, I can see Trump in it Mama always told me to think out the box So when you think about the best, nigga, think of The LOX Ayo, half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (skrrt) The real locked up and the rest are dead, that's facts Thirty plus clips in that stack I aim for the body but I hit all that These rap niggas ain't real Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel Yo, riding through them blocks in them foreigns like baby chariots Had to run it up or these niggas, won't take me serious Real life street shit, niggas know how I carry it She can't sit on this leather interior on her period 'Bout to get the coupe with the gun slot in the rear of it The 20-22 like I forgot what year it is Wanted it, I went and got it, now I'm sharing it From tossin' money bags in the closet, I built a pyramid Took my respect living off experience Stories about my hood got me living all luxurious Racks on racks, stacked right in the closet Need another stash house, I might get one in Yonkers I did it, look how I benefited from them losses Paying back connects and paying all them loyals Got work if you niggas can't afford you a verse Still make my bitch ride with the joint in her purse Ayo, half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (skrrt) The real locked up and the rest are dead, that's facts Thirty plus clips in that stack I aim for the body but I hit all that These rap niggas ain't real Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel I've been getting money so you know I want more I'm live at the barbeque looking at the front door Got the glow like I just came home from off tour Got the Plain Jane AP on, off-shore Skybox doing what a owner would do Couple hundred mil' over a Corona or two Every day I face off with a zone of the glue (gorilla) Then spend the old paper up and paytron to the new First we gone beat the odds then we even it up No ice on rabbit ears, leaving 'em stuck Ask me they was better off leaving them tucked There's four pipes on everything even the trucks In the foreign, listening to Lauryn The joint about Zion, these niggas is lying Put hands on 'em and the sneak dissing it stops So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX Ayo, half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (skrrt) The real locked up and the rest are dead, that's facts Thirty plus clips in that stack I aim for the body but I hit all that These rap niggas ain't real Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel