I Wanna Thank You Lyrics - Singles - The Lox

(Jadakiss) 

Yo, you can't fake it 

Life's only what you make it 

Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it 

Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit 

Found his body, in the projects, naked 

I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now 

I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town 

With my eyes on a couple of guys 

With their eyes on a couple of pies 

Cause I will survive 

Brains, is the key to the game 

If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun? 

If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some 

'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun 

Streets be where Lox get their props from 

Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com) 

A worldwide message, I try to express it 

The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish 

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Chorus (Kelly Price) 

I wanna thank you, heavenly Father 

For shining your light on me 

It's been a long time 

Since I had someone to love me 

I owe my thanks to thee 

(Styles) 

They never expressed, that life's a part of death 

They never go there, but you can blow here 

The 25 to life and greens from below 

Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed 

Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough 

you was out yesterday, stressing a better way 

Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings 

And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul." 

Watch the honeys check your style 

Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase 

They only see ice, not me, under the surface 

What's the purpose? I just, go my way 

Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way 

Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life 

Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright 

It's plain to fight, but different to shoot 

And might do it 

If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot. 

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Chorus (Kelly Price) 

(Sheek) 

Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street 

Holding heat 

It's them same crooked niggas 

Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word 

Buying beats is like copping grams 

Niggas got too many scams 

To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans 

That's aiight, though 

'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block 

Watch us turn nothing into nitro 

And we don't mingle 

'Cause none of us don't really know you 

From the heart, we never talk to strangers 

So why start? 

Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit 

I watch wild niggas blow 

See how plush shit can get 

But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast 

We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme 

If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap 

Would you still be my man 

And pass your bottle to my hand 

Would I be in the rain 

While you pass me in the Land 

Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan 

To get next to me and possibly sex me 

Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi 

Money'll never amount to respect, B 

And you don't wanna test me 

'Cause God blessed me. 

Chorus (Kelly Price) 

And I know 

I know that it could not happen without you 

I know it could not happen without you