Intro: SP Killer Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits None of that shit
Chorus: x2 [Sheek Luchion] We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E [Jadakiss] Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G. Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy [Sheek Luchion] Explain thing further Murder or get murdered
Verse 1: [Styles Paniro] Half of the hustle, half of them killers All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro Better send the guerrilla's Cause beef is like a brand new car You better ride Everytime I sleep I die Wish I was gone (ya know) Felt dumb when I was young I used to wish I was on I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head Niggas thinkin' they the don Till their shit get bombed I put 4 in your shootin' arm 2 in your legs Like 10 in your chest The last one in your head I give you the whole clip, like you cheated and stole shit Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips You know the business Empty rap kill your co-defendant Keep it male and catch a body in trial If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
Verse 2: [Sheek Luchion] Yo, yo, yo I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that Wanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance You should have spent it on some guns Instead of Iceberg pants What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE) Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her There's a new-born in the house, then I'm killin' the babysitter Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes Your moms would wear glasses, with the nose disguise around me Talkin greasy Y'all like watermelons Big but crack easy
Verse 3: [Jadakiss] Now if you know Jay, I never been a brother to front I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps And I know a few of you wanna get my watch But it a be funeral if you get my watch It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf The Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes And just because you might have seen me, in and out of your house Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth
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