Recognize
The LOX
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The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles Blood Pressure y'all just bear wit me Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man Can't f*ck around, man Jada, man Whoever Old nigga, new nigga What! Yo, yo, yo [Jadakiss] Who really the best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here y'all know the answer to that when Kiss ain't here When you see me, don't ask me nothing about us And don't definitely ask me nothing about, F*ck it You owe me one, I owe you two I would of smacked you wit the burner, but I know you'd sue And I ain't talking to him I'm talking to you Matter of fact, I'm talking to y'all Life is like walkin a yard Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in the heart And The Source got motherfuckers thinking they hot Like my dope Got fiends thinking they shot When you thinking of the best, nigga Think of The Lox I'll cut ya fucking hand off if ya pinky ring's hot Then come through ya block in a sticky green drop Hop out Let off fifty-three shots Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops Guliani might as well be merking niggas 'cause the time that he giving out is hurting niggas And all these record label's jerkin niggas And you never was a thug, you's a working nigga And you heard that shit right there? I started that Don't make me put something up in ya Starter hat No matter who you are, or where you from Screw all of that I'm not trying to hear that, son [Chorus: x2] Now, who the f*ck y'all want? (Jadakiss!) And who the f*ck y'all need? (Jadakiss!) And who the f*ck gon' bleed? All y'all haters, 'cause none of y'all niggas (can't f*ck wit Jada!!) [Jadakiss] Don't you be that clown nigga in the back of the whip That's gon' get the second half of the clip And all I'm saying, it'll be the other nigga in the front of the the whip Running his lip, wit a gun on his hip Feel me dog? Everybody walk the walk 'til they run into Kiss Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit the fifth How you think ya man hard when son on my dick? 'cause I can get his ass body, plus front him a brick Got a chick named Super-head She give super-head Just moved in the building, even gave the super head I cop big guns that spit super lead So, play Superman, end up super dead Call ne Kiss, or the kid from The Lox That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops We was in jail, you probably won't get no mail And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales When ya CEO know you can't f*ck wit I I make a million by June I'm saying f*ck July And I beg you to try me while I'm holding the Tommy I'ma have ya body all over the lobby I already helped y'all I'm about to melt y'all Tell the truth, dog I ain't never felt y'all This album, we gon' bubble like Seltzer If it ain't Double are, who the hell else is hard?! [Chorus: x3]
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Written by: SEAN JACOBS, DAVID STYLES, JASON PHILLIPS, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, DARRIN DEAN
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