Goin' Be Some Shit - The Lox
I think it's time I start feelin b_tchy
I've been too nice, too muthaf_ckin long
Yeah, it's definately time I get nasty
(Goin' be some sh_t)
[Sheek:]
Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
First y'all industry n_ggas shut the f_ck up
Swear you know a n_gga's sh_t by readin the Vibe
Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
I stop the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
And y'all n_ggas kill me with that Windy Williams sh_t
Well see a playa [?], swear a n_gga Puff jerkin n_ggas money
Something ain't right, them n_ggas ain't got no whips
Where they rolley's at, but f_ck y'all we got more chips
Sh_t y'all doin nothin, I can buy a [?] for a b_tch
Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married
We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at that
Instead you try to star sixty-nine my b_tches on jacks
That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn
That's why many of these younger brothers don't go on that turn
As for y'all MC's, whoever write your rhymes
Might as well hold your microphone, thats how I feel if it ain't your own
But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your sixteen balls
Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours
Y'all n_ggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the f_ck up
[Chorus:]
Shut the f_ck up
(Hot damn)
(Goin be some sh_t)
[Sheek:]
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo I pump up, get big walk through the party jig
Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid
No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from Lox
You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks
The freaky one, mom said I was soon to be done
Because I sexed more, and my career's yet to begun
But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff showed me the better things in life
And how to live phat like Biggie, so I present my sh_t like that
Half rough half jiggy, this part time college n_gga, part time job
Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs
Caught slippin almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he spit around I'm like, whoa!
I guess it was God that pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo
And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
Plus the desert eagle clan, so if n_ggas click they know by now they better
[?], wha
[Chorus]
[Sheek:]
Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been ConAir, everytime we fly but we don't jack sh_t
We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic, gats plastic
Now thats sweet, unditected, so when I walk through the scanners it don't beep
I hear f_ck Sheek, f_ck the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they signed to Bad Boy
Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if I'm gettin jerked I'm still seein noise
Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms
So I sit and [?] like a b_tch, Lox in Cancun
Up in daddios f_ckin wild hoes, the groupy chicas
So f_ck y'all, we paid y'all [?], we train hard continuously, cause we smart
I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't stop til one of us depart
With one through the heart, but even then that won't stop us
Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from arthritis
In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your website like spiders
Old and gray we're still the same Lox you can't divide us, wha
[Chorus]
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