The Lox Money, Power & Respect

[Lil Kim]

See I believe in money, power, and respect.

First You get the money.

Then you get the muthafuckin, power.

After you get the fuckin’ power muthafuckas will respect you.

[Chorus: Lil Kim]

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Help you sleep at night.

You’ll see the light.

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

[Sheek Louchion]

Ayo my whole clique bout it, bout it.

We take yours while you pout about it.

Truck, step out the whore’s wanna’ crowd around it.

You could see me on optimum TV.

Go in your bathroom turn the light out. Scream!

Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3.

Sheek ain’t your usual friend.

About to setchu’ up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end.

I’m done wit’ ice and charms.

I’m tryin’ my whole casket when I’m gone.

Pull up wit’ class on the don’.

Once I meet em’ I greet em’.

Kiss his feet for freedom.

Tell em’ thank you lord.

Cuz on Earth I was gettin’ bored.

Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek.

So I can make this album.

And get back the cats that’s weak.

Two thirty, six two.

Me bust for you that’s like a cat vs. a pitbull.

Gun, know clip full, keep hunger.

And plan for the future, cuz you figure

you gon’ be older

way longer than you gon’ be younger.

[Chorus: Lil Kim]

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Help you sleep at night.

You’ll see the light.

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

It’s the key to life.

[Styles]

Only time could tell how the clock ticks.

I’m really loved here but I’m still a hostage.

Two personalities check the posture.

Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils.

You think of death but the life seem scary.

I’m past the graveyard seein’ people Hail Mary

I ain’t chillin til’ I’m out parachutin’.

Race my man in mountain climbin’ for about ten diamonds.

Twenty five thousand a piece.

Fuck streets!

Tryin’ to own the island.

Forget about wilin’.

Try ridin’ in the car that be glidin’.

If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin’.

Sling dick to chicks that don’t speak English.

Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin’ em rich.

Come back. Private jet

live on set.

If you could shit gold like you split the decks.

[Chorus: Lil Kim]

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Help you sleep at night.

You’ll see the light.

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

[Jadakiss]

Yo nutin’ but the hotness.

Whenever we drop this.

Monotonous for ya’ll to keep hatin’,

cuz ya’ll never gon’ stop us.

I keep my rocks spotless,

and my hoes topless.

Take time try to figure out who da Lox is.

Fear no one.

Kick rhymes like Shoguns.

You scared to blow one.

Get robbed wit’ your own gun.

If I don’t respect you I’m ah check you.

And if I don’t kiss you I’m a peck you,

right before I wet’ chu.

I sneeze on tracks an’ bless you.

I’m special.

And if you like workin’ out,

then I’m gon’ stretch you.

Husslin’ is dead but we still get red.

Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread.

And ya’ll said my monies spent.

But it’s in the Bent’.

So when the feds come the dogs can’t get a scent.

For my story, self-explanatory

that I’m the hottest thing on the street.

An’ yall ain’t got nutin’ for me

[Chorus: Lil Kim]

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Help you sleep at night.

You’ll see the light.

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

[DMX]

Arf, arf.

This is a beat that I can freak to

just drop the reals.

Plus a nigga wit’ the ill.

Ya’ll niggas know my skills.

Ass from the grills get em’ up,

split em’ up, wet em’ up.

And watch em’ come get em’ up,

Set em’ up.

When you do dirt, you get dirt.

Bitch, I’ll make your shit hurt.

Step back like I did worse.

This ain’t no fucking game.

You think I’m playin, till you layin.

To where? The junkyard decayin’.

Mom’s at home prayin’

that chu comin’ home.

But chu not, cuz you sittin up in the trunk

startin to rot.

And hell is hot, I know because I’m here now Baby.

It’s goin’ down baby.

Git the full pound baby.

And let off up in a nigga,

especially if he think he bigga’

than my muthafuckin’ trigga’.

Did I?

Can I get my?

Is it gone?

DMX represent for one time.

It’s on.

[Chorus: Lil Kim]

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Help you sleep at night.

You’ll see the light.

It’s the key to life.

Money, power, and respect.

Whatchu’ need in life.

Money, power, and respect.

When you eatin’ right.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

Money, power, and respect.

The Lox We’ll Always Love Big Poppa

(Mmm… can’t believe we doin this record)

We’ll always love Big Poppa

We’ll always love Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big)

[vocals get louder]

We’ll always love Big Poppa

We’ll always love Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big)

We’ll always love Big Poppa (Yeah)

We’ll always love Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big)

I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun

Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son

Taking you in, Angels breaking you in

This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin

And may God bless your mom and your two children

Your wife, your family and all your friends

Everybody stay strong, the good die young

Where we from it’s all wrong, we all confused

Never know what we have til what we have we lose

Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel

Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself

Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself

It hurts, you’re probably too good for this earth

Genius at his work

Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt

Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big (go Big)

Everybody wanted to know Big

Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz

Ask anybody, who could flow Big

All the cats shined, but you would glow Big

Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually

Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee

Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be

If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy

We’ll always love Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big) [x8]

Just to let y’all know, everything is all real

But it’s sad when a good fella catch a raw deal

And pain is a part of life that we all feel

Today this whole rap game is getting more ill

It make me look back, to where he took rap

Dude brought the East back, y’all better believe that

He never had a warning, One More Chance

was right before him everybody must answer when God’s callin

I flew B’s wit him, I blew trees wit him

Couldn’t wait to go on tour across seas wit him

People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion

Life is worth more than the coffin

I need answers, and they better be the truth

Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth

Lyrically there’ll never be no one above you

And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you

We’ll always love Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big) [x4]

Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace

After all this bullshit don’t cease, huh Big

Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin

While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin

All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign

As for your son I’ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt)

It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped

And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness

I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted

Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it

We clicked like heels when we first met the

Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa

Nearly broke down four times writin this verse

Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts

But ain’t no need to cry, cause right now, where you at

Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at

But it’s sad that it takes that for us to unite

The only time you see your family is funeral night

Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down

I guess you with the real king in New York now

For real

We’ll always love Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big) [x6]

We’ll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa [x2]

We’ll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big)

We’ll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We’ll always love you Big)

We’ll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa…

(We’ll always love you Big)

The Lox Bitches From Eastwick

[Jadakiss]

Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh

Aiyo I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache

You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late

Serious jetlag when I get to bed late

That why I fuck cause I be weak when I get head late

Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica

Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah

Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn’t jewish

But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers

She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda

And came here to get a job as a tutor

I pursued make a long story short screwed her

She moved and she came back still on tha same track

Same wit same chips ass it was still fat

I aint really think she wuz a freak

But she did ask a lotta questions bout Stylez and Sheik

She called me and said she was in town fo a week

The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise

How I felt about gettin up fo old times sake

Ima bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great

Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz

Desert in da stashin da Sony cam zoom lens

All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend

Eat at Puff’s joint an catch a show at tha beacon

Twist a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson

Pass tha tall one 2-5 we still puffin’

We got tha heat on a cold night n da winter

Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember

[Sheek]

Oh yeah, I remember dem hoes dat night

We wuz at da beacon right

Chris Tucker performing

All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin

Cats and Dogs

Aiyyo dese hoes wuz tough

Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough

From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall i go on

Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform

Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up

I drink dey smoke no coke

Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke

I slid fo seats down she sittin der smilin

Lookin like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin’

Told me dat her name wuz Cindy

Favorite show Mark and Mindy

Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty

We chit den chat bout dis n dat

From what kind of whip she push

To what bar she be at

She played hard to get

But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi

From tha jacuzzi to the bed

We fucked until we both got woozy

Woke up breath stinkin

Yawnin and shit

I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch

I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table

Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable

Wit a note sayin sorry I had to rob you baby but

I need cash like you I aint your ordinary slut

or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer

and by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa

[Stylez]

I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B

Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D

But now I got to handle dis cause dey skandalous

Cindy robbed shiek and moved to Los Angeles

Like I wont killa frienz

Went to bounce stole a Benz

Note in tha garage

Tu yall ontaraj

Yall 3 rugged niggas but yall gotta get robbed

Dont take it personal we didnt finish the job

Manaje Twa

We kill niggas wit dey dick hard

They got me lookin’at da letta stuff

Why da fuck dey left da truck

3 bitches in my house

probly try to wet me up

Crept to tha kitchen

Seen Ronnie by the cabanet

Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet

Shot her in da heart

Den caught tha earchess fabanet

Den I seen Cindy

Tha bitch tried to end me

Running out da living room

Bustin off Kissimee

The bitch couldnt aim

So I blew her out da frame

Turned around to Beatrice

Why you look speachless

We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches

And now you gotta die

And da stupid bitch is reaching

B’fo I cocked it back

I heard tires screeching

Saw Sheek and James

Started muthafucking squeezin’

[GUNSHOTS]

The Lox Footage

[Hook: Whispers]

Look nigga, I’m tired of starvin’

On a mission to get a foot in

My occupation is robbin’ niggas

Doin’ everything that you wouldn’t

My nigga I’m hittin’ licks, rushin’ blocks

Flippin’ strips, bustin’ shots

I’ll be good if they don’t see the footage

I kill a snitch, cop a top

Dig a ditch, let ’em rot

I’ll be good if they don’t see the footage

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

Look nigga, I’m tired of starvin’

Only thing I beg is your pardon

Never do it unless your heart’s in

These criminal acts we take part in

My nigga, no DNA, fingerprints

Keep it quiet, common sense

You’ll be good if they don’t see the footage

One in the head, one in the neck

In the chest, through his vest

He just heard ’em, he ain’t see the bullets

Got the big barrel on the four-four

Got the crack spot on the fourth floor

Real kitchen cook, it’ll get you hooked

And you can get killed knockin’ on the wrong door

[Hook: Whispers]

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Never trust no niggas no more

Always got the burner when I walk out the door

Bottle of that yak, and the dutch from the store

Nigga owe me money, I’ma lay ’em on the floor

If they don’t see the footage, and don’t nobody snitch

Keep it straight gangsta, stop acting like a bitch

We gon’ sell this cocaine until we get rich

Hit the club and fuck bitches every night, that’s it

If they don’t see the footage, shit’ll get real

I’m comin’ with them choppers, break my niggas out of jail

Run up in the Rolex store wavin’ that steel

We live by the street, y’all niggas better chill

[Hook: Whispers]

[Verse 3: Styles P]

From I-95, the I-75

Meet the plug, get the work

Bring it back, let it fly

Had to murk a nigga on the waitin’, never mind

Cause they ain’t got the footage, I used to play the strip

I was pitchin’ like Doc Gooden and coachin’ like Joe Torre

Got a lot of hitters that’s movin’ the blow for me

Let you slide with the beef when the cameras around

Somebody gettin’ kidnapped when his nana’s around

Homie just came home I might, hand him a pound

The Ghost cool, but it’s trill when The Phantom around

Burn the pike, and the block, we keep them scanners around

Yeah that white hair, like Tony Montana around

[Hook: Whispers]

The Lox Keep Hustlin’

[Jadakiss]

ahhhh

unhhuh

yeah

D-Block

R 3, motherfuckers couldn’t wait

Yeah

Niggas not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on’em)

Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on’em) burn their cell

Snitch niggas playing the game “Who turn to tell” (what?)

I’m waiting right here for the warden and burning the L

Recognize real this is an example of that (yeah)

Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sack

D-Block where the hammers is at (that’s right)

Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap

I hit raw in the store, ravined, then laid low on the yea-yo

When I cop more of the green

Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team

My life is juicy nigga

It was all a dream

It’s my house so I’m a ask you to leave

I’m like carbon-dioxide

Cause I don’t want you faggots to breathe

And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue

2002 BM wagon with the B’s (unuh)

[Styles]

[Chorus x2]

All my niggas with guns

Keep busting them

All my niggas with drugs

Keep hustling

All my niggas with money

Keep getting it

All my niggas that ride

Keep living it

[Styles]

It’s the kid with the attitude

Chip on the shoulder

Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster

Purple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of niggas

that will kill your grandmother if she touch me

Told you I get deep with a gun

If I die then my niggas teach the rules of the street to myson

Cause I might got to meet with the lord

What I live by? die by?

My gun, my word, and my sword

Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain’t convincing me

Microwave killer, do my shit instantly

Built that courage in Anna, it’s the dark side

that makes me want to flip and go smother your mama (bitch)

Just for birthing your ass

And this the ghost when you take your last breath

And I’m cursing your ass

And I’m sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I’m a get deeper

Cause I’m right here on earth for your ass

[Chorus x2]

This is it

Sheek Luc..c’mon

[Sheek]

You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt)

You wanna knock yourself out?

Nah let me do that

I’m thugging everything I’m on (yeeah)

I spit too hard

Keep the hawk like I’m out in the yard

Even in the boot Luch keep a gat in his hand

Brick under the fan, think I care about a moon man or Grammyaward?

What did you expect? I ain’t seeing double platinum

unless I take it off your fucking neck (right now)

Cut my check and get out my face

Before I go home and get that new shit out the case (no doubt)

I don’t think y’all hearing me, it’s not fair to me

I’ll clap you if my niggas is daring me

Your God is dumping your face

Then run up and choke your bitch ass, just in case

Then that y’all is thirsty to hear some more

You better put a rush on Volume four (d block)

Walk with me

[Chorus x2]

The Lox The Interview

So what’s L-O-X about?

Livon Off Experience

The LOX man

Word up

We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience

And we just do it and we do it for real

The Lox No Selfies

[Intro – Sheek Louch:]

D-BLOCK!! Aiyyo Glazer! Aiiyo aiyyo Uneek (Where that liquor at son?)

Sometimes you gotta grab one of these break beats real quick and just

Body that shit you nah mean?

New York style, aiyyo ‘Kiss aiyyo Styles!

[Verse 1 – Sheek Louch:]

Mu’fuckers know I’m travelin the globe!!!

And I rock like I’m rhyming in the Rogue breakdancing in the strobe (WOO!)

Pop lockin, glock poppin, black stockin

Yankee hat low we in here club rockin (D-BLOCK!!!!)

Smokin like a chimney (Chimney)

Smokin like I’m in a pool piff for niggas to come get me

Get me?! Thirty on my wrist boy (Yeah!)

Crash the whip two hundred on my next tour

WOO! Fuck we need to talk about?! (HA!)

It’s no talkin when the mu’fuckin guns is out

Can’t rap with your motherfuckin tongue out

IG ain’t the same with your tongue out

Yeah! We murderers nigga

Mighty mighty D-Block yeah you heard of us nigga (No doubt)

My money ain’t the same youngin (No)

I could (Throw It In The Bag) like Fab said at Tiffany stores (Ok)

I could pull up in a boat on any one of these shores

I still got the money from my last three tours!!!

S-S-S-Sell merch make a hindred back

Sold crack had to run like a running back (DONNIE!!!)

I’m sorry your honor

I’m married to the streets so I married Juana (Let’s go!)

Blow sum’n or get rich nigga!!!

And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!

[Verse 2 – Jadakiss:]

Uh! Yeah ‘cause that ain’t cool

Tryin to be somethin you ain’t but that ain’t you

I pop tags everyday but the gat ain’t new

And you don’t have to believe this but that ain’t true

I could make you disappear I’ll vanish you

I’m in the hood every corner like Spanish food

Alot of these dudes is thirsty, famish too

Get the money nigga that’s what the plan is too

I will rap circles around him and his crew (Uh huh)

Put one fifty on it like ten to two

I’m an animal I belong in the zoo

I’m use to winnin, I do what the winners do

A couple hundred thou’ whenever I’m in the mood

Cemetary silence when I’m in the room (SHHH!!!)

I will pay for his casket, and his tomb

I got him hazed up yacked up and I’m shroomed

Gets busy with the hawk nigga and I boom

Choppers in the crib f’in it in my roon

Pealin everybody out me and my goons

If they remand me, Walkman, in my looms

‘Cause all I need is a little weed in my tombs

Wake up and your life will just end by noon

S-S-S-S-So blow sum’n or get rich nigga!!!

And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!

What What?!

[Verse 3 – Styles P:]

No selfies no usies

Thinkin I’m a calm down niggas is so lucky

Charles Lee Ray these niggas you know (Chucky)

Homie got life in the cell you know Bucky

Wanna see a killer at work nigga than touch me

My gun talked to me he tellin me don’t tuck me

Might sound crazy only you better pay me

That kid take a knap, I’ll kidnap the baby (Word)

I’ll take the gun and butt fuck your lady

‘Kiss got the weed I’ll bet you it smell hazy

I got the weed I bet you will smell sour

Louch get a word I’ll kill you the next hour

See your mom later I’m givin that bitch flowers

I ain’t shit at least I know it

Got a pound full of weed and at least I blow it

Got the mic plugged in, at least I’m flowin

I got plants out in Cali at least I’m growin

Yeah-Y-Y-Yeah but I ain’t mature

Said In wanna kill niggas but I ain’t for sure

What’s a bong a bamboo if it ain’t the raw?! (Yeah)

Might blow the dutch with ‘Kiss

Or me and Sheek Louch might fuck your bitch (D-Block!!!)

Blow sum’n or get rich nigga!!!

And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!

[Chorus – The LOX (Sheek Louch) {Jadakiss}:]

And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!)

And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! {What What What!}

And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!)

The Lox Everybody Wanna Rat

[Sheek]

uh, yo, yo

Hey Yo it’s fucked up, in the right hand

Flash his badge with his left hand

On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it

Made men, should hang with made men

Not the wife and children, that’s when rats come in

It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich

And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy’s bitch

Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking

Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan

Niggas talk to feds like, it’s a sport

Lord forbid the head nigga get caught

And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought

I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt

Next week he outside front, how he get out?

Now that’s guapo nigga [?] his family talk [?]

Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit

Thinking you threw with the feds and all that

That’s when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped

I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops

Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped

But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark

[CHORUS]

[Jadakiss]

Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll)

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll)

And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll)

When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that’s that cha’ll)

[Repeat]

[Styles]

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo

Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo

Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel

Rat, talking to the cops like that

On a 3-4 P you can’t cop like that

You ain’t have a chance, fly from Japan

Talk to the judge, get you out the can

My man had the same case (that’s my word)

Spent three years in the same place, He still there

Came down for a pill, it was still real there

Money came between us, know you seen us

Move like the teamsters in the beamers

Get blacked down and hit the cleaners

The feds know everything, who bled and everything

Before we got red, honeys giving us head

Herion and guns is on the files of Styles

But they came in the crib, lifting the towel

Heard the sergent scream out “start stripping the child”

And they blew down the door [?] snitching involved

Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you

Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two

Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail

Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough

[CHORUS]

[Jadakiss]

Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth

What you talk for? They ain’t even had no proof

But you play this street business, all in the street

To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week

What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough

Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up

Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up

Now 23 hours a day you locked up

Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up

By some cat you supposed that shot up

Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em

But you scared to go upstate wit em

Where you going, you won’t get good sleep no more

See the street no more, or skeet no more

Ride around in the P, with the heat no more

From top to not even on your feet no more

‘Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind

Since they giving out jerseys, get on line

For your football numbers, wanna take us all under

What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers

I don’t think so, I don’t think so either

But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the [?]

[CHORUS: to fade]

The Lox Love Me Or Leave Me Alone

[Intro: Sheek Louch]

L.O.X.! Damn baby make your mind up for real!

You ‘gon love me or leave me alone?!

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

Yo! When we first met you knew that I was still in the streets

Our first time at the movie I was carryin heat

First you didn’t mind that I like to smoke

Drink alot of liquor made a livin off of baggin up coke

Hit-Hit that Louis store get two of whatever you want

Cop that speedy and that Louis monogram in the front

Then I-Then I got famous, signed with Puff

You was happy but still hatin my tours and stuff

Every bitch that I took a picture with, conspicuous

Text message you ain’t shit! And who is this?!

It was all love back in the days

Until I blew up, but you don’t understand my ways

Huh!

[Chorus: Sheek Louch (Styles P)]

Aiyyo ‘Kiss I got a girl that’s bad, but she don’t understand my ways

Arguin days after days after days, well I could dig it

Aiyyo Styles I got a girl that’s bad, but she don’t understand my ways

Arguin days after days after days (Well I could dig it) WOO!

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Mellow off the la la leave it is not a option

Cool like ‘Melo and La La when we be rockin (Cool)

Shit get bad we like Stevie J and Joseline

Starin at the dolphins playin some Janice Joplin

Hotel balcony, O.T. arguin

See she ain’t budgin nigga and I ain’t bargainin

I’m-I’m so high forgot why we was arguin (So high!)

I’m just tryin to make up

Make love and fuck ya fuck and make love (Word!)

Then I’m chillin on the tub we bud to break up

Love her so much I ain’t tryin to break up (Nah!)

But sometimes she be trippin the minute I wake up

[Chorus: Styles P (Sheek Louch) {Jadakiss}]

Aiyyo Sheek I got a girl that’s bad, but she don’t understand my ways

Arguin days after days after days (Well I could dig it)

Aiyyo ‘Kiss I got a girl that’s bad, but she don’t understand my ways

{UH! UH!} Arguin days after days after days {EH HEH!} Well I could dig it (WOO!)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Sometime’s the easiest way is just to let go (Let go)

Sex after the argument usually the best though (Yep)

Bringin up shit I did in the past that’s stressful

It’s all good though, as long as them checks flow

Know what they say when you search you find sum’n (True)

That groupie shit is old school, nine sum’n (Yep)

Sit down have a convo, mind fuck ’em (What’s up?)

Packin my bags spend the rest of my time puffin (UH!)

I can take the bruisin not the accusin (Nah!)

The tact that your usin becomin amusin (Yeah!)

Screamin and shoutin, frown and poutin (UH!)

It ain’t that hard just love me or be out then

What!

[Chorus: Jadakiss (Styles P) {Sheek Louch}]

Aiyyo Styles I got a girl that’s bad, but she don’t understand my ways

Arguin days after days after days (Well I could dig it)

Aiyyo Sheek I got a girl that’s bad, but she don’t understand my ways

Arguin days after days after days {Well I could dig it} WOO!

The Lox Savior

[Dyce Payne:]

I figured I’d ride with you

Cruise up and ride with you

Smoke a little lye with you

If it’s alright with you

‘Cause we got big shit to talk about

(Talk about it)

Like how we gon’ make it out

(Make it out)

I think I got it all figured out

(Figured out)

‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot

Hallelujah savior

[Sheek Louch:]

It’s my behavior with the razor make ’em call on a savior

All that p89 rubber grip with the lazer

If I’m riding I’m a gun hold nigga

Pretty quiet, but in a riot I’m strapped like “let’s go, nigga”

Easy peasy, young of that easy geazy

Mango madness, felt like I was sipping Weezy

Big shit to talk about

Mans in the bank before my son get married

Oh, I ain’t even gonna walk ’em out

Act funny, chalk ’em out we don’t play

Streetsweeper and a duffel bag wherever we stay

Had these niggas turning on each other, turning me gray

All money ain’t good money, we turn ’em away

[Dyce Payne:]

I figured I’d ride with you

Cruise up and ride with you

Smoke a little lye with you

If it’s alright with you

‘Cause we got big shit to talk about

(Talk about it)

Like how we gon’ make it out

(Make it out)

I think I got it all figured out

(Figured out)

‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot

Hallelujah savior

[Styles P:]

I figured out I’d ride with you

Smoke a little lye with you

I know you got the nine with you

I could get a nigga line with you

Blow out a nigga mind with you

It’s no talking to the swine with you

It’s G code to do the time with you

Why you think I’d do a crime with you?

If it’s fine with you

We got big shit to talk about, everybody get set straight

Yeah, I’m talking mansions, Europeans and jet planes

Pretty bitches by the pool daily

Gotta cruise with the tools ’cause these jewels worth a few milli

[Dyce Payne:]

I figured I’d ride with you

Cruise up and ride with you

Smoke a little lye with you

If it’s alright with you

‘Cause we got big shit to talk about

(Talk about it)

Like how we gon’ make it out

(Make it out)

I think I got it all figured out

‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot

Hallelujah savior

[Jadakiss:]

Yeah, if one ride they all ride

All around the world with the family, no tour guide

I could line base with the family, no fluoride

It ain’t gon’ take you to dare me for y’all to all die

Yeah, they still loving the performance

Stash and accounts, all of it is enormous

Had to stay on point ’cause they wasn’t gonna warn us

Only 3-men group where all of them is the strongest

Hah, we got big shit to talk about

If you see the wine in the glass you know the cork is out

If you see the mink down to my ass you know the hawk is out

Soon as you hear the three letters you know New York is out

[Dyce Payne:]

I figured I’d ride with you

Cruise up and ride with you

Smoke a little lye with you

If it’s alright with you

‘Cause we got big shit to talk about

(Talk about it)

Like how we gon’ make it out

(Make it out)

I think I got it all figured out

(Figured out)

‘Cause there’s a body in the parking lot

Hallelujah savior