5 so i gave em that 6, then i wrote that 7 and i already 8, Aint hungry no more i got 9 I'm STRAIGHT! I never thought I'd be in this mansion only be
s getting worse I gotta show off my stuff If it's a 40 I'll take a sip, if it's a blunt, then I'll take a puff I'm undisputed even when I'm bhudded So
track I did, man, this can't be life Somebody please say grace so I can save face And have a reason to cover my face I even made you a plate, soul food
a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before I left the premise, saw two more
You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son? ('cause the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man) Yo, it
, my head is achin' I've been by a weapon since the 11th Stars and stripes vs. a star and crescent God's blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on
a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis, you ignoramuses You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous Lifestyle, I
outta virgin From servin' here Rob certain, I'm burnin' On my way from Mt. Vernon Swervin' a stretch Bourbon Identity of this man I look Persian Hey yo, we gotta get him I wanna
or get murdered 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 An' I
from Check us on the Internet, L O X dot com A worldwide message, I try to express it The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish I wanna
You know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tech in Mase and, Have and explanation You bring your crew in em I'm doing em Then I'm Beating
Die niggas (Let's go) Basically speakin', all I know your face will be leakin' I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend A nigga hoppin' all
' plenty 'em You hear that L O X, L O X, L O X, we here {Yo, Kiss man I'm tired, I'm not doin' a verse today, man I'll do this shit tomorrow, man Do
s role Now I?m a man runnin' with a gun in the vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit but I?m one of the best Fuck around, I might run
, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your
your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give mc's the runs drippin when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs, I give emcees the runs drippin' When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away Everybody hit the