SP Killer
Yeah yeah yeah L O X L O X motherf**ker
N***as don't know how we bout to come this time
No more shiny suits
None of that s**t
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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
Styles Paniro
Half of the hustle half of them killers
All of them n***as 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
N***as thinkin' they the don
Till their s**t 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 s**t
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 n***a dead than do it Holiday Styles
Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
Kill you whole f**kin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
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Sheek Luchion
Yo yo yo
I come to your town on a Peter Pan no Jack
One pair of clothes 2 h*es and buggy with that
Wanna beef me y'all n***as is borrowin' heat
Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound
Meanwhile this n***a got his guns to your noggin
While your man with the heat is with some B***h 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 motherf**kers cold hearted motherf**kers
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 n***as 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
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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 w**d 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
till end