The Lox

The Lox - Recognize lyrics

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Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap))
 Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
 Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here)
 Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
 Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
 Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
 Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)

 (Jadakiss)
 Now I know you couldn't wait
 to hear kiss over premier
 kill you on tape
 then, watch it over a beer
 cause you aint nothing but a movie
 with expensive footage
 that's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
 Aint non of ya'll better than lox
 Have all of ya'll dressed up in a suit
 dead in a box
 me and my niggas get reder than fox
 and i don't care if i love you
 i still want head of the drop
 Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit
 Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
 that's why ima always cop the yay quick
 so i suggest all of ya'll stay on jay dick
 Too hard for MTV
 Not black enough for BET
 Just let me be
 Give me all my royalty money
 and let me greed
 and ima have hoes for six
 and hash for three

 Chorus

 Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
 Don't get it twisted ya'll
 Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
 L to the O to the X (fade)
 Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
 Don't get it twisted ya'll
 Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
 L O X niggas (fade)
 Don't get it twisted ya'll

 (Sheek Luchion)
 Ayo I give it to you point blank
 in your moms place
 so like point break with a mask on with presidents face
 clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
 ya'll aint just mark niggas, ya'll whole mark niggas
 With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in ?cards?
 You gon' gamble with your life, when i launch these torpidos
 that'll shoot the crack out your ass ? ? casionos
 just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
 with a time parking lot dvd in a trunk
 I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
 through ninth grade, i aint go to highschool
 i went to school high
 and i dont care what ya'll got
 that shit don't excite me
 im black and deadly and my burner just like me
 and i'm quick to stick one of ya'll on tour
 with the sheritten
 see what yours can be mine
 without, inherittin'
 give up your chains
 and them little diamonds in your ear
 is it worth your family cryin'
 and the doctor yellin' "clear"

 Chorus

 (Styles Pinero)
 If I knew heaven head a ghetto
 that was sweeter than here
 you know P would pack his bag
 and just leave next year
 but i got a son to raise
 so ima stay in this hell
 and i gotta gun to blaze
 if you play with the L
 dot O dot X dot at the end
 we the niggas that's gon' leave
 with the pot at the end
 never too young to die
 or too old to live
 ? to bust your gun
 go home and mold your kid
 im a shamed i sell crack
 but ima ryde for the moment
 know the concequence
 ima die with the omen
 two is better than one
 there's three of the lox
 key in a pot
 key in the drop
 key to the top
 father, son, and holy ghost of rap
 3 in a 1 seein a gun
 and usin' it dog
 dope in a six
 coke in a five
 weed in a four
 ice is for my niggas
 but the heat is for ya'll

 Chorus (loop recognize/fade
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruff Ryders, Interscope Records

Details:

Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: We Are the Streets (2000)

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