The Lox

The Lox - Chain Gang songtekst

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 [Jadakiss]
 Yeah, what the fuck?

 [Sheek]
 Lox baby
 Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too
 Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker

 [Jadakiss]
 Bad boy
 Stay back nigga

 [Sheek]
 Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?
 Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets
 Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
 The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little
 Rascals
 When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way
 And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg
 If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
 With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
 Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
 that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
 I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
 Lox are my heart, cold niggas
 Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
 that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
 So if you want it, Fuck It!
 In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like
 a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs

 [Blackrob]
 Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
 heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw
 Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
 I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage
 The icon, doing this shit since Stride-on
 Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
 I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter Ross
 Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
 My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
 Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
 Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
 not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
 The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
 Niggas is scared to face mine
 See I'm a criminal, so after this interview
 I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?
 I put one into you, I promise to God
 It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob

 [Styles]
 You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,
 I got flow while she's bagging her shit
 Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
 imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
 Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dump
 You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
 When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want
 My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
 What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
 While on my spare time I learned to market Heron
 I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
 Science is the game and it's all mathematical
 Pearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"
 It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
 forget that, Lox from the block want the shit back
 And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs

 [Jadakiss]
 Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
 get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
 You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
 or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at
 I touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
 move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
 Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
 Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber
 While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
 Til this rap games like the Carter
 I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos
 And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
 We talking millions, you talking C-notes
 you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though
 You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist
 Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitch
 When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,
 In the box with the suit on like you used to look
 Hard body with a purple faced future look
 Future crook, the same nigga who's boots I took
 Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke
 You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke
 When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
 First felony, you still gettin' four and a half
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