Lox - ***** You Lyrics
ShitFeel this<hook #1>If your hoped we wouldnt make it, ***** you (***** you)Talk with a heart full of hatred, ***** you (***** you)And you said we wouldnt cake it, ***** you (***** you)Only my man blood is sacred, *****sucker, ***** you<repeat 2xs>[jadakiss]Yo, everybodys a snakeThats why I try to keep the grass cutSo I can see em when they comingThen I heat they ass upCuz them niggas that you went to school withWill catch you while you in your new whipAnd turn your brains into cool whipNiggas that you running round getting ass withAint gon help you do nothing but carry your casketGot the nerve to ask kiss why I smoke so muchAnd how Im such a young nigga that seem to know so muchWhile you was running round pumping for niggasI was listeningAnd you still pumping for niggasIm coming through visitingYou heard, l-o-x came through in a yellow lexAnd hop out with the air force ones with yellow checksAnd you liable to see me dolo, icing the roloBurner under the polo, alot of yall is homosFunny style niggas never down with meType that go to the bathroom, sit down and peeIll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kidsBullets going through your leather, cracking your ribsDont even hit me on my hip if I aint give you a callAnd I aint got a home phone number, I live on the roadNow Im getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger xecsBigger bracelets with bigger begets,***** yall[styles]All I do is get high, and think of faving you allMother*****ers hit cha knees and just pray to the lordId rather die today than live tomorrowThen watch you crab mother*****ers just steal and ballPut in my work, you might get put in a churchFuneral time, everybody kissing the corpseLearn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me offCall me s.p., and I spit on your bossYou can die cause this shit might happen to meBut imma still happen to be, packin the 3***** with *****es that be wrappin the keysAnd the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the dShoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the cornerLet you know its all real and you can front if you wannaI understand, ***** it dog, die in the canI say you *****, you wont die for your right-hand manAs well as your left, niggas trip, fell into deathThey touch you, only thing else to say is ***** you[sheek luchion]A-yo, yall niggas aint hardcore, all my niggas is homicideWhat you know about getting shot, letting the drip dryLetting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz byPutting a m*a*s*h on niggas like klinger and horgiSo soft you smushy, I blast til your shit is gushyShould be the head cat in the broadway play, you ********** with sheek, ouija board spell deathYou can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shitBe as deep as you inside the *****ing cementOr you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gearIll drown you with your snorkel on, *****, breathe out of thereWhole team rich, never seen a summer like thisBaking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and handWhen it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shitPlay in this shit make a angel with itAnd I dont give a ***** about that 380 that yall shareBetween the 10 yall with the same 8 bullets from last yearWhen I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spotThe hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hotI want the most, roley only work when its next to my post***** a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzyThen Im good when Im in the hood and Im on the blockYou got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what<hook #1>If you hoped we wouldnt make it, ***** youTalk with a heart full of hatred, ***** youAnd you said we wouldnt cake it, ***** youOnly my mans blood is sacred, *****sucker, ***** you<hook #2>Ill tell you in your face, ***** youPull it off my waist, hit you up, ***** youAnd watch you die on the street, ***** youWhoever feel sad at the funeral, ***** them too
