Y'all F***ed up Now

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The LOX

The Lox are an American hip hop group composed of Jadakiss, Sheek Louch, and Styles P. They were originally signed to Sean Combs' Bad Boy Records before joining Ruff Ryders Entertainment, and are now a part of their own label, D-Block Records more »

Year:

2000

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Yeah 
Two guns up motherfucker 
Uh huh 
Yeah 
Niggaz runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth 
My Niggaz 
Shit is serious L.O.X. 
Couldn't even put three niggaz togehther and come up 
With this combination (faggot) 
Shit is fo' real 
Yo 

[Styles] 
I pack a 4 5 
Puff a blunt and get high 
Don't give a f*ck if I die 'cause my son is alive 
I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise 
Could of died ten times 
That made me live 
Sell my soul 
Not for no cars and gold 
I been through it 'cause my scars is old 
Remember the time 
I used to puff dimes 
And think the law was cold 
Back then when my mom played my father's role 
Now I'm a man 
Runnin with a gun in the vest 
It feel good with my son on my chest 
I want to quit 
But I'm one of the best 
F*ck around I might run to the west 
Lay low and get blunted to death 
Niggaz is wack 
I can't say it plainer than that 
Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back 
F*ck the middle 
'cause the middle do a lot and a little 
Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle 
Settle for less 
A general but don't meddle my chest 
Die for my niggas nevertheless 
Can't find a nigga better than this 
Kiss and the Louch 
Every man ahead of the group 
Regretting the coup 
y'all niggas want the red in my boots 
Hole in my shirt 
Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt 
I see the rollie not move but the shit still work 
Motherfucker that'll make you a jerk 
Cocksucker 

CHORUS: 
Ay yo what y'all gon do now 
y'all fucked up now 
Niggas 
How deep is your crew now 
y'all fucked up now 
Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?) 
y'all fucked up now (This ain't no fuckin joke niggas is hungry) 
We the nicest niggas around (F*ck is wrong) 
y'all fucked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo) 

[Sheek] 
I pay off blue suits that's Sucio 
And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo 
A bad bitch that kill 
So when you put the dogs on her you smell Massengill Summer's Eve 
Puttin drugs in coffee hip to the D's 
I play smarter 
That's why my flights now be charter 
Ten seater 
What you know about a Porsche at a meter 
Next to koochie freak those 
Tickets keep those 
And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose 
I ain't the nigga that you see 
Posted on cop walls 
I'm that eighteen and up 
Mamis on my balls 
y'all can't figure the great one 
Sheek be Jason 
Not cops 
But that legendary nigga my pops 
I bust shots like bums at a bar but far 
>From a lush 
Everything about this cat be plush 
And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt 
Like nothing 
Lift a arm I hit those under your wing 
Yo why you following this cat 
Hey he about to get pushed back 
You could poke your chest out in the street 
That's cool 
But in a bing this fool 
Was like Louis Rich meat 
We don't run from y'all 
We scatter for guns on y'all 
What you know about two 380's inside a basketball 
And when it's beef 
Store on his side with burners on Coronas 
We the best that ever did it 
If you need us telephone us 
What the f*ck nigga 

CHORUS 
[Jadakiss] 
Yo 
A nigga want to go to war with Kiss 
Find him a ditch 
Old school niggas tell me I remind of rich 
'cause I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips 
Hoppin out a rough six 
With sweats and scuffed kicks 
I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix 
I done signed every autograph and took every flick 
I'm quite sure that I coulda hit 
Every chick 
But I didn't ones that I did gave em heavy dick 
All day 
The LOX flow hotter than broadway 
Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway 
And their ain't enough plates for y'all to eat with me 
Stingy nigga but I share my slugs equally 
I put half where your waist at 
And half where your face at 
Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that 
From your street rappin's only one of my plans 
I got dirty south niggas payin a hundred a gram 
And I could care less how much you shift the scan 
However you get it you supposed to hit your man 
But we don't hold the grudges 
We control the budgets 
And do whatever the f*ck we want to do nigga f*ck it 

CHORUS

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