1, 2, 3, 4 Lyrics - Dj Clue

Verse One: Sheek Luchion 

You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet 

ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat 

Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's heavenly 

slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily 

L.O.X., when we ball 

it's Pay-Per-View y'all 

Straight movie 

flee in the Z3 while woozy 

Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit 

for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get sprayed 

Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though 

I'll blast up the loca 

for skimming on my coca 

L.O.X., in total control and power 

and everything you see us with in videos be ours 

You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic 

my coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet 

As long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need 

we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED 

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Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X) 

Verse Two: Jadakiss 

Yo, you already know what I'm here for 

therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I care for 

Holding down this foundation, Mr. Jason 

bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and 

When you pay good, you play good, stay good 

I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay hood 

Why wouldn't I be stacking franks 

15 in clip while you packing shanks 

Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders 

real niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us 

Next time be careful who you bring drama to 

speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors 

Pad lock everything filled to the top 

we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop 

Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe 

with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose 

Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing 

but now I can drop 25 on the piece 

Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding? 

back to back like green on the other side of Clinton 

Shock treatments for them cats who can't freak it 

we keep 'em dusted, that's why they always try to leak it 

But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it 

we trying to sell all the real units we can eat with 

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Verse Three: Styles Paniro 

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch 

homies that got life and niggaz that run thick 

Like a pack of wolves with tools we all improve 

chance I can drown I ain't jumping in the pool 

I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls 

when the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool 

My pigment is just a figment 

you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle pyramid 

This is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X." 

better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block 

Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wops 

drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops 

Same shit, where you at say where you at 

I got my first felony, holding my gat 

And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks 

Styles P-A-N-I-R-O 

BM Doub., see that thug, get that dough 

We ain't positive, but we ain't negative 

the cops got guns and they don't like us where we live 

Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast 

giving my quotes, to the shorties living with dope 

You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you can't get a feel 

we keep the rage in 'cause we never made a mil. 

So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill 

fuckin' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill 

But dog wear your hat 'cause the honey's type ill 

everything is real