the lox
all for the love
What's the deally yo?  I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones   Yeah (I like that)  Squeeze the juice outta the headphones  Yo, yo yo   When you think of me you think of a problem  Who? What? When? and how you gonna solve em  Automatic or revolving  The K I double S and, Here's the lesson  Most beams is infrared, but mine's is fluorescent  No matter where you go, I'ma spot you  No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you  And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you  I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you  Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey  'Cause you ain't nothin' but a playboy that turned bunny  And the only the thing left to discuss is more money  In these ? games these chickens, try to run me  y'all know y'all can't touch us, I flow lushes  It's so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches  I'm sittin on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (why?)  'Cause a picture's, worth a thousand words  Ain't y'all heard? y'all get what y'all deserved  y'all do the catering, while we just get served  And you got some nerve, for P-Hing  Jason, do you have any idea who you facing?  Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out  It's hot it's burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out  It must be, real hard for y'all to listen  And it's sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention   [Chorus: x2]  Chilling, sittin' on about half a million  And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women  Next two years I should see about a billion  All for the love of drug dealing   Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, Bullet proof designer shirt  Rolling with a China Doll, She'll be reminding y'all  Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course  Jadakiss and L-O-X boss  A pro cause I grow off the shit that I absorb  You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke  You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke  Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit  Wiping everybody out, right before the credits  I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with  When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit  The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest  Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless  I ain't even big and I size niggas up  'Cause they eyes give em up, look at em and see they butt  I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go  You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko  Every since 12 I've been spitting like tobacco  Relax though, Pop the tape CD and the wax though  They wonder how, but the thing about ours  We open up 24 hours  Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power  So you should keep quiet, you a coward  About to be laid out flat, and pushing up flowers   [Chorus]