the lox
breathe easy
[SP Killer] Yeah, yeah, yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X, motherfucker  Niggas don't know how we 'bout to come this time  No more shiny suits  None of that shit   [Chorus: x2] We gonna R-U-double F-R-Y-D-E  Revolver, semi-automatic, and a P.G.  Hooptie getaway driver  Breathe easy  Explain thing further  Murder or get murdered   [Styles Paniro]  Half of them hustle, half of them killers  All of them niggas want to kill Paniro  Better send the guerrillas  'Cause beef is like a brand new car  You better ride  Every time I sleep, I die  Wish I was gone (Ya know)  Felt dumb when I was young  I used to wish I was on  I'm a stay blunted and red with one in the head  Niggas thinkin' they the don Till their shit get bombed  I put four in your shootin' arm  Two in your legs  Like ten in your chest  The last one in your head  I give you the whole clip Like you cheated and stole shit  Knocked off the pack Flossed and no chips  You know the business  Empty rap kill your co-defendant  Keep it, male, and catch a body in trial  If you want a nigga dead then do it holiday styles  Come with two guns up and empty both of the clips  Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth   [Chorus: x2]  [Sheek Luchion]  Yo, yo, yo  I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack  One pair of clothes, two hos and buggy with that  Want to beef me? Y'all niggas is borrowin' heat  Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound  Meanwhile this nigga got his guns to your noggin' While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project  He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance  You should have spent it on some guns  Instead of Iceberg pants  What, L.O.X. off top Pullin' our triggers  With our guns on our lap We ride around like Cali niggas  (West side!)  Target motherfuckers Cold hearted motherfuckers  'Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her  There's a new-born in the house Then I'm killin' the babysitter  Y'all niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes  Your moms would wear glasses With the nose disguise around me  Talkin' greasy  Y'all like watermelons  Big but crack easy   [Chorus: x2]  [Jadakiss]  Now if you know Jay I never been a brother to front  I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want  Rock guns like shirts Block under the punk  And I put somethin' hot Anyone of you chumps  And I know a few of you want to get my watch  But it be a funeral if you get my watch  It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth  Run up in a gun store; cop the top shelf  The crack-game is dead All they want is weed now  Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now  You know Kiss, stocky, bald head, light brown  Ice down, in my Roll look like night-town  To all y'all, lil' Jada's for the thousandth time  I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes  And just because you might have seen me In and out of your house  Is no way that she gon' have a baby out of her mouth   [Chorus]