One Two Three Four Lyrics - The Lox

[Sheek] 

You in the circle line, what's wrong 

Ain't your yacht out yet 

Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) 

Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly 

Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily 

LOX, when we ball it's paper view y'all 

Straight movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy 

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

For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get sprayed 

It's the (?), as a nail but on point though 

I blast up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ah 

LOX, in total control and power 

And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours 

But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the logic 

My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet 

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

We gonna take it there nigga, as we proceed 

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[Jadakis] 

One Two Three Four 

Two Three Four 

Three Four 

[Jadakis] 

Yo, you already know what I'm here for 

Therefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care for 

Holdin' down this foundation, Mister Jason 

Balled head baby face and I stay laced and 

When you pay good you play good 

I'ma get this money while these fake thugs stay low 

And why wouldn't I be stackin' Franks 

Fifteen in the clip while you packin' shanks 

(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real niggas 

The little kids still dig us 

Next time be careful who you bring drama to 

Speaker phone in the Suburban with (?) 

Pad lock, filled to the top and everything 

We ain't gonna stop 

We just going to squeeze through your glock 

Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup with 

No trouble all my niggas bubble like goose 

Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin' 

But now I can drop twenty-five on the piece 

Butt in axe duels with whoever 

Who you kidding, back to back 

Like cream on the other side of Clinton 

Shock treatment for the cats who can't freak it 

I keep it dusted thats 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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[Styles] 

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitch 

Focus on life and niggas that run thick 

Like a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal 

This chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull 

Fucking with the guiani's and the moles 

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

Our pigment is just for figment 

You never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramid 

This is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?" 

Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block 

Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and Wops 

Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops 

Same shit, where you at, but where "you" at? 

I got my first felony, holding a gat 

And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks 

Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe 

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

The cops got guns, and they dont like us where we live 

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

Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dope 

You think it ain't real, until you caged in 

And you can't hit a feel, you keep the rage in 

'cause you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin' 

And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girls 

But they keep them on the pill, a dog where you at 

'cause the honey is tight ill, everything is real