New York Rap Lyrics - The Lox

Sheek Louch 

LOX! 

What's ya name again? Donnie G (D-Block!) 

Who else wit' you, fam? (S-P!) 

Wave the Ruger at these haters 

This New York rap, who else wit' you? (Al Qaeda) 

Don-Don, .38 revolve in the brown bag 

Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag 

In and out of town, that's why the God look jet-lagged 

Sheek's still bangin', I ain't wavin' the red flag 

The curse of Bin Laden, boats don't float across 

His ghostly bones said "Rise up with green moss" 

Uh, smoke blowin' on a weave 

Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze 

Condos in Miami, I ain't even use the keys 

Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves 

Cash and big guns, be wit' them OGs 

Levis, white ups, City Lab tees 

Nick said "Nate, the Yanks gotta bring it home" (New York!) 

Them Dirty Harrys sittin' on me, all chrome 

Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome 

This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam 

Safety on Glock, ice on rock 

I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin' Pac 

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Styles P 

I don't like too many rappers, or niggas 

If you see me talkin' to cowards, it's all figgas 

Gotta be ready to die to war wit' us 

Yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of more wit' us 

Chop it up, bag it up, set it up 

I got a problem on the strip, I'll wet it up 

I could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up 

Talkin' to the pilot on the Palm, then a Senator 

You fakin', nigga, I get it shakin' 

I'll shoot your wife at the dinner table like Taken 

I did dirt since Krush Groove and Breakin' 

Now they got a Biggie movie, Pac comin' next 

You can suck my dick, you said The LOX ain't the best 

Now yell pause and no homo that 

And get a bullet in ya fitted where the logo at 

Yeah, another one by the NE sign 

Stab him in the face with the pen he signed 

Now that's that, turn ya fitted to a snapback 

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Jadakiss 

Yo, I'm the one that make the car start: Engine 

Hard liquor, two weeks straight, nigga: Bingin' 

This dope, getcha sniff on or syringe in 

I'm really in these streets, they pretendin' 

You compare him to these creeps? You offend him 

Water and oil, you don't mix, you can't blend them 

Trunk fulla powder, cook it when I get there 

It's me all alone on the throne, yeah, I sit there 

Now just let the haze burn 

Bullets don't ever change, they always burn 

Majority is snakes, the rest is straight worms 

Everybody's a baller, then I must be Dave Stern 

Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs 

Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm? 

Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al Qaeda 

L-O-X, the criminology coordinators 

(What?)