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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The LOX
The LOX
Musician
Gayathri Menon
Gayathri Menon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Composer
David Styles
David Styles
Composer
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Composer
Marc Shemer
Marc Shemer
Composer
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Composer
Gayathri Menon
Gayathri Menon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scram Jones
Scram Jones
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
LOX shit, ****
Livin' off Xperience
You feel it in the air, don't you? Yeah
[Verse 2]
Steppin' out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had
Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan (Ah)
Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers
Gun on the waiter, while I wait for ****
Plate full of plants
If you wanna die, y'all know the devil, go ahead and pick the date for the dance (Go 'head)
I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone
On a money call, then take the advance (Uh-huh)
50/50 split, take mine's on the back end
Business goin' good, take the profit, put it back in (Put it back in)
Reaganomics in effect, rooftops with cartels, honorin' the set (D-Block)
My outfit, put you out kid
Fuck about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (We the outlet)
Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stout shit
Latin homie got the coke and he on that route shit
[Verse 3]
You ain't really 'bout shit
We let the dogs out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Blam, blam, you in the Lord's house
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Y-O ****, we goin' all out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Find you a shelter, we gone fall out
Man, come on, come on
[Verse 4]
They call me the microwave, 'cause I hit 'em with hot shit quick (Yeah)
Got the streets like, damn, this LOX shit sick (Woo)
We ain't playin' with you **** (Oh)
In the trunk, I got them things that I'm sprayin' at you, **** (What?)
Think somethin' funny, y'all keep laughin'
**** already dead, I'ma keep stabbin' (Uh)
Been a loose cannon, been puttin' work in (Yeah)
Name ringin' bells from School Street to Warburton (Woo)
They can talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (Nah)
My rap sheet is longer than ****'s catalouges (What?)
Fuck you battle for? You know you ain't winnin' (Uh-huh)
X been the Grim Reaper since the beginnin' (Okay)
These new rappers got me like what the fuck is you doin'? (Come on)
You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doin'?
If you ain't spittin' the truth, then shut the fuck up (Please)
Fuck you, suck my dick, now what
[Verse 5]
You ain't really 'bout shit
We let the dogs out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Blam, blam, you in the Lord's house
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Y-O ****, we goin' all out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Find you a shelter, we gone fall out
Man, come on, come on
[Verse 6]
All this fake love around here, I know how it feel
You could just say wassup, I could tell it ain't real
**** came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail
No music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail (Yeah)
Can't tell them all yo plans, because they want you to fail
**** hate when you be movin', they rather you still
Keep track of me (Facts), watch the back of me (Facts)
I pop up, more than my son's acne (Yeah)
Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers
I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (Nah)
With this cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (Woo)
Fuck your debit card, and your lil' Visas (Oh)
Coke game, dope game, **** been around that (Oh)
Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at (Oh)
Trap game, rap game, **** made hits (Yeah)
LOX, D-Block, get off our dicks
[Verse 7]
Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)
We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)
We brought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (Yeah)
In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (Mmm-hmm)
And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (Uh-huh)
Hindsight, I look back, it just wasn't enough (Nah)
The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (Uh-huh)
Find out who's who, you seek others to trust (Ooh)
It was already bars, we was already stars
Couldn't make us more related than we already are (Nah)
It was written already, mean it was already God
And we came from the bottom, so it was already hard
Now, I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (Yes)
My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different
My outlet, not about my outfit
How you feel about shit? You ain't really 'bout shit, ****
[Verse 8]
You ain't really 'bout shit
We let the dogs out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Blam, blam, you in the Lord's house
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Y-O ****, we goin' all out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Find you a shelter, we gone fall out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Written by: David Styles, Earl Simmons, Gayathri Menon, Jason Phillips, Marc Shemer, Sean Jacobs
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