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Verse One: Sheek Luchion
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You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet
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ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
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Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's heavenly
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slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
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L.O.X., when we ball
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it's Pay-Per-View y'all
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Straight movie
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flee in the Z3 while woozy
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Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit
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for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get sprayed
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Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though
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I'll blast up the loca
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for skimming on my coca
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L.O.X., in total control and power
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and everything you see us with in videos be ours
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You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic
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my coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet
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As long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need
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we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED
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Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)
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Verse Two: Jadakiss
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Yo, you already know what I'm here for
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therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I care for
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Holding down this foundation, Mr. Jason
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bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and
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When you pay good, you play good, stay good
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I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay hood
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Why wouldn't I be stacking franks
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15 in clip while you packing shanks
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Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
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real niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us
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Next time be careful who you bring drama to
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speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
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Pad lock everything filled to the top
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we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop
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Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe
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with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
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Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing
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but now I can drop 25 on the piece
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Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?
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back to back like green on the other side of Clinton
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Shock treatments for them cats who can't freak it
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we keep 'em dusted, that's why they always try to leak it
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But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it
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we trying to sell all the real units we can eat with
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Verse Three: Styles Paniro
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Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
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homies that got life and niggaz that run thick
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Like a pack of wolves with tools we all improve
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chance I can drown I ain't jumping in the pool
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I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls
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when the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool
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My pigment is just a figment
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you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle pyramid
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This is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X."
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better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
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Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wops
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drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops
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Same shit, where you at say where you at
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I got my first felony, holding my gat
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And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks
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Styles P-A-N-I-R-O
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BM Doub., see that thug, get that dough
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We ain't positive, but we ain't negative
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the cops got guns and they don't like us where we live
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Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast
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giving my quotes, to the shorties living with dope
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You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you can't get a feel
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we keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil.
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So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
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fuckin' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill
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But dog wear your hat cuz the honey's type ill
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everything is real
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1, 2, 3, 4
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The L.O.X. |