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listening\nAnd you still pumping for niggas\nI'm coming through visiting\nYou heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex\nAnd hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks\nAnd you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo\nBurner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos\nFunny style niggas never down with me\nType that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee\nI'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids\nBullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs\nDon't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a call\nAnd I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road\nNow I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs\nBigger bracelets with bigger begets,\nFuck y'all\n[Styles]\nAll I do is get high, and think of faving you all\nMotherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord\nI'd rather die today than live tomorrow\nThen watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball\nPut in my work, you might get put in a church\nFuneral time, everybody kissing the corpse\nLearn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off\nCall me S.P., and I spit on your boss\nYou can die cause this shit might happen to me\nBut I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3\nFuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys\nAnd the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the D\nShoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees\n1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner\nLet you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna\nI understand, fuck it dog, die in the can\nI say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man\nAs well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death\nThey touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you\n[Sheek Luchion]\nA-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide\nWhat you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry\nLetting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by\nPutting a M*A*S*H on niggas like Klinger and Horgi\nSo soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy\nShould be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy\nFuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell \"Death\"\nYou can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit\nBe as deep as you inside the fucking cement\nOr you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear\nI'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there\nWhole team rich, never seen a summer like this\nBaking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand\nWhen it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit\nPlay in this shit make a angel with it\nAnd I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share\nBetween the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year\nWhen I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot\nThe hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot\nI want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post\nFuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy\nThen I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block\nYou got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what\n\nIf you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you\nTalk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you\nAnd you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you\nOnly my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you\n\nI'll tell you in your face, fuck you\nPull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you\nAnd watch you die on the street, fuck you\nWhoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.32] The Lox\n[00:03.19] Miscellaneous\n[00:05.83] Fuck You\n[00:08.35] Shit\n[00:09.95] Feel this\n[00:18.39] If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)\n[00:21.13] Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)\n[00:23.62] And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)\n[00:26.44] Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you\n[00:29.60] [Jadakiss]\n[00:40.58] Yo, everybody's a snake\n[00:42.37] That's why I try to keep the grass cut\n[00:43.92] So I can see 'em when they coming\n[00:45.53] Then I heat they ass up\n[00:47.02] Cuz' them niggas that you went to school with\n[00:49.11] Will catch you while you in your new whip\n[00:51.39] And turn your brains into Cool Whip\n[00:52.81] Niggas that you running round getting ass with\n[00:55.03] Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket\n[00:57.87] Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much\n[01:00.55] And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much\n[01:03.52] While you was running round pumping for niggas\n[01:06.03] I was listening\n[01:07.28] And you still pumping for niggas\n[01:08.49] I'm coming through visiting\n[01:09.80] You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex\n[01:12.03] And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks\n[01:15.16] And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo\n[01:17.96] Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos\n[01:21.00] Funny style niggas never down with me\n[01:23.42] Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee\n[01:26.48] I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids\n[01:29.78] Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs\n[01:32.36] Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give 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