Trackmasters n***a
L O X CNN
I been through runnin' from cops eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells thug in the bench the rap performer
I been put the Mack upon ya look faggot
Turn around to shshshsh to shoot faggots
I been a star since Pat Benetar
CNN Lox the type of s**t that have you fleein' a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song hot a Capone
And Nore copped the Benz first day home
I been beatin' n***az up been spittin' on h*es
Thinkin' they too good for hood n***az
Been in my zone
Been the champ since Larry Holmes Spinks had teeth
And in a forbuilding
Been had 'em reppin' the street
Caught 'em wide over Y O first felony
Solo Eightball and MJG
What is you tellin' me
Yo yo
I got guns guns
Mad f**kin' guns ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones ha
But f**k that live n***az In rap
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat
Yo I'm a soldier what
You a soldier n***a infact
A wow n***az from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you the n***az fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down twice like militant night
We at the club tonight Nore yo
Please be nice
I buy the bar out
Crystal no glass no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle
And I spit on a ho
Ayyo you boned that b***h
Naw I pissed on a ho
Melvin Flynt exclusive new s**t
Yo you better tell 'em you heard 'it on this Track
Masterz
Noreaga
Yo yo
You only need a gun and some crack to get you a stack
L O X CNN Y O to Iraq
Luxury cars twenty thous thugged out the bar
House on the hill and my n***az blowin' for real
Store in the hood my n***as go to war and we good
We just thugged out hustlers tourin' the hood
We the deepest n***az out
The streetest n***az out
L O X and CNN will leave you bleedin' from the mouth
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
That won't die for they man
But 'ell die for money
And if the L O X get rich
We goin' divide the money
Where we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry
Don't pass me a blunt
But you can pass me a gun
And you can have that pretty b***h
Right after I cum
And you can front and keep your watch
We goin' puncture a lung
L O X style
Cocksucker
Dump and we run
All our dogs up in the slums
Humpin' they chums
Holdin' they pits
Lightin' blunts
Loadin' they s**t
And n***az can't understand
That we married the street
And when we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beef
Hopin' ya family stay strong
Then they can carry the grief
You break bread with a thief
And then you scarry to sleep
And we ain't tryin' to bury you
We tryin' to bury a jeep
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