[The Lox]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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What up Looch (What up, what up D-Block)
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We did it again shocks, no doubt
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Yeah (It's The Lox!) Still, ain't nothin' changed (Still a ghost)
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It's still a ghost baby (Come on, what's up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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You see me don't say shit nigga (Grab ya burner and bust off)
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What (Uh huh, uh huh) yo, hey yo...
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[Sheek]
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You know that motherf*cker Sheek Looch is a gladiator
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Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iator
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I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go
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I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro
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That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs
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Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids
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I treat their face like I'm goin' to my safe
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Ten to the left, six to the right (Ha ha)
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240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight
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And they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me in
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And your vest ain't thick enough to stop all ten
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The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin
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But F*ck THAT my guns gotta speech problem
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They stutter when they spit
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Go through you when they hit
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My shit ain't got no manners
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Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh
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[Hook: Jadakiss]
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Training day, you could hear the sirens
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All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'
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Head shots, shoot between the eyes
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And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'
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Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat
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And we don't leave till you gargle or choke
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And we Black Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggas
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Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga
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[Styles]
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I love my niggas, why wouldn't I
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Die for my motherf*ckers, how couldn't I
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Want a lot of things but it just ain't affordable
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Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you
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Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers
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Booted out something decent
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Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinct
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Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see
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Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off
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When the pigs come through they medullas is off
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Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft
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If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off
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So P keep this hustlin' up
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When it comes to these guns or these knives nigga I'm f*ckin' you up
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And baby we can knuckle it up
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I'm always up for a brawl
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S-P and I done been through it all
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[Hook]
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[Sheek]
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Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies
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On top of skateboards, the work of shotties
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Shit bags and all that, back to potties
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I ain't a playa but my nine keeps em' hotties
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And we don't run when we hear [* Police Sirens *]
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I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break
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And let us know who rattin'
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I leave their bodies in the middle of Manhattan
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Where Wall Street at, come on
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[Styles]
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I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to
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Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable
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Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas
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Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin the fun
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We the 3-5-4 boys, play if you one
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All they do is call the cop on us
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See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us
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Poppin' em' off
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Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off
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[Hook x2]
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