Last Day Lyrics - The Lox

Can I live til my last day 

Hittin honies that be na-sty 

Gettin money in the fast way 

And I only care halfway 

But I still can't let you pass me 

Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats 

That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats 

When we came here we cut off all kind circulation 

Breathin, eatin, the whole situation 

When we do our shit we do our shit for real 

While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats 

Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill 

I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit 

Rock top shit you know how The Lox get 

Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit 

Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years 

Gang not, but we been had our black tears 

Niggaz under the stairs only understand what we got 

Underground, all above must get shot 

You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners 

to all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin y'all 

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You already know what it's about when I run up in your house 

Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch 

Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance 

I give this faggot a french kiss 

Black gloves, no prints, dark tints 

Word on the street they ain't heard from him since 

You know about life after kicked the kid in 

Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams 

Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en 

Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron 

Lox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim Hoffa 

Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper 

You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds 

Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head 

And I solemnly swear 

That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year 

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Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down 

The flow like water get deepe and you drown 

with no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough 

Even the small Dunn got a little black hole 

Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out 

Niggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth 

There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this? 

A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain? 

Live with it got money you better get with it 

My man had the thug in him did his bid with it 

Get married to the game but never have a kid with it 

Advice from the wise, slice the pies 

Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide 

Teams provide, war for the street to absorb 

Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor 

Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore 

Uhh, uhh, uhh 

Who the fuck wanna squeeze? 

My Desert Ease make MC's freeze 

You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams 

You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and 

realizin, a fist fight would be asinine 

You just pop wines I must pop nines 

Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece 

You're sup, two bricks, every cook up 

We can up, all I see is the future 

Disrespect, I shoot ya 

By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly 

Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak 

Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet 

Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep 

I be the mob fiance, about to marry it 

Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics 

Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom 

Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like 

my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy 

Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or 

collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung 

For them homos, still doin promos 

Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo' 

Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'