[Sheek Louch]
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Sheek Louch! Ayo Kiss... Ayo Styles P... Clip up niggas...
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Y'all wanted this shit right?... fuck it.. let's go!
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[DJ Clue]
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New Lox! We're Back Y'all
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[Chorus x2]
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JK:L dot
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SP:
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O dot
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SL:X muthafucka
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Run and tell the hood we back (we back!) Yeah!
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JK:L dot
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SP:O dot
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SL:X muthafucka
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More bodies more guns more crack (more crack) Yeah!
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[Sheek Louch]
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So who's the kings of this microphone?
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Who be still in the hood? Burner on 'em, dutch and heavy Patron
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Still big twenty pieces in a drug free zone
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Still light conversation when I talk on the phone
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In the Quadro-masi, doo-rag wrapped like I'm Hajii
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Allybaba, when it's beef get the chopper
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I'm in the trash can like I'm Oscar
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Yeah! More bodies more crack more guns
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[DJ Clue]
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C'mon!
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[Sheek Louch]
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I figure we come back and make a couple more ones
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shit I'm already lookin' at a thousand of my sons
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Lil' Jay-Zs, lil' Esco's and Pun's
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Lil' Doc Dre's, lil' Slick Rick's and Run's, yeah!
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You ain't never heard 'em do it like we do
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More money, but this not equal
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Sheek Louch homie, microphone killer
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No shirt on, silverback gorilla, yeah!
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[Chorus]
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[Jadakiss]
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Yeah, we're back, yeah, yeah! Yeah, uh, yeah, yo,
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Original coke movers, our CD's made
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Niggas bids go smoother, when the system tried to lose 'em
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Gotta be god if they ain't devils
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I'm in a hole in the wall, shootin' pool, table that ain't leveled
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I mean to offend you, if you dropped an album
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In the last ten years then my DNA's in you
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Can't be like but they wishin' to, dissin' who?
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Please, these lil' niggas know who they listen to
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Finally the underdogs is over the hump
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Pass the cashmere Gucci trench over the pump
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The snitches can still hurt me, as far as the bitches
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They still thirsty, Far as the riches I'm still worthy
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Whatever you want, I can get it by the thousands
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And knock it off right in front of municipal housing
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I can drop a jewel or a bomb, I just hope it hit ya
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'Kiss, you can do the book, or the motion picture
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[Chorus]
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[DJ Clue]
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It's Me Snitches Part 1, y'all!
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[Styles P]
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What else can I say that the others didn't?
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L-O-X taught you everything that ya mother didn't
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I shoot the gun 'til the trigger break, all of the rubber missin'
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Go and get another one, get on another mission
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It's no one like me, quite frank, the right bank
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I'll put ya think tank, all on ya Nikes
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Still talk black shit, a whole lot of conscious
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But I'm from the street so I never take nonsense
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You don't want ya arm bent, followed by ya throat slit
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Ferocious, wanna take a ride on the Ghost ship?
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More bodies, more guns, more crack
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More weights, more shots, more niggas that's runnin' to get the stacks
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Talk to the cartels never on the phone, no
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Only on the front yard, when I get my lawn mowed
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You don't want a bullet in ya baldy or ya corn rows
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L-O-X is back, run and tell 'em that it's on, yo
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[Chorus]
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We're Back
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DJ Clue |