Goin' Be Some Shit * Lyrics - Singles - The Lox

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I think it's time I start feelin bitchy 

I've been too nice, too muthafuckin long 

Yeah, it's definately time I get nasty 

(Goin' be some shit) 

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 niggas shut the fuck up 

Swear you know a nigga's shit 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 niggas kill me with that Windy Williams shit 

Well see a playa (?), swear a nigga Puff jerkin niggas money 

Something ain't right, them niggas ain't got no whips 

Where they rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more chips 

Shit y'all doin nothin, I can buy a (?) for a bitch 

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 bitches 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 niggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the fuck up 

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Chorus: 

Shut the fuck up 

(Hot damn) 

(Goin be some shit) 

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 shit like that 

Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, 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 niggas click they know by now they better 

(?), wha 

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(Chrous) 

Sheek: 

Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been ConAir, everytime we fly but we don't jack shit 

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 fuck Sheek, fuck 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 bitch, Lox in Cancun 

Up in daddios fuckin wild hoes, the groupy chicas 

So fuck 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)