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Lox and DJ Premier Lyrics


The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles
Blood Pressure
y'all just bear wit me
Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man
Can't fuck around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old nigga, new nigga
What! Yo, yo, yo
[Jadakiss]
Who really the best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here
y'all know the answer to that when Kiss ain't here
When you see me, don't ask me nothing about us
And don't definitely ask me nothing about,
Fuck it
You owe me one, I owe you two
I would of smacked you wit the burner, but I know you'd sue
And I ain't talking to him
I'm talking to you
Matter of fact, I'm talking to y'all
Life is like walkin a yard
Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in the heart
And The Source got motherfuckers thinking they hot
Like my dope
Got fiends thinking they shot
When you thinking of the best, nigga
Think of The Lox
I'll cut ya fucking hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
Then come through ya block in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Guliani might as well be merking niggas
'cause the time that he giving out is hurting niggas
And all these record label's jerkin niggas
And you never was a thug, you's a working nigga
And you heard that shit right there?
I started that
Don't make me put something up in ya Starter hat
No matter who you are, or where you from
Screw all of that
I'm not trying to hear that, son

[Chorus: x2]
Now, who the fuck y'all want? (Jadakiss!)
And who the fuck y'all need? (Jadakiss!)
And who the fuck gon' bleed?
All y'all haters, 'cause none of y'all niggas (can't fuck wit Jada!!)

[Jadakiss]
Don't you be that clown nigga in the back of the whip
That's gon' get the second half of the clip
And all I'm saying, it'll be the other nigga in the front of the the whip
Running his lip, wit a gun on his hip
Feel me dog?
Everybody walk the walk 'til they run into Kiss
Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit the fifth
How you think ya man hard when son on my dick?
'cause I can get his ass body, plus front him a brick
Got a chick named Super-head
She give super-head
Just moved in the building, even gave the super head
I cop big guns that spit super lead
So, play Superman, end up super dead
Call ne Kiss, or the kid from The Lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops
We was in jail, you probably won't get no mail
And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales
When ya CEO know you can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June
I'm saying fuck July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holding the Tommy
I'ma have ya body all over the lobby
I already helped y'all
I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dog
I ain't never felt y'all
This album, we gon' bubble like Seltzer
If it ain't Double are, who the hell else is hard?!

[Chorus: x3]

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SEAN JACOBS, DAVID STYLES, JASON PHILLIPS, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, DARRIN DEAN

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Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff
Huh...Ruff Ryders
Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea)
Ruff Ryders..(fuck I'm talking about right here)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all (yea yea yea)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Now I know y'all couldn't wait to hear 'Kiss over Premier
Kill you on tape then watch it over a beer
Cause you ain't nutting but a movie with extensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
Ain't none of y'all better than LOX
Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a box
Me and my niggas get Redd-er than Foxx
And I don't care if I love you, I still want head in the drop
Niggas running round talking that Y2K shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
That's why I'm a always cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay off J dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my royalty money, and let me re'
And I'm a have O's for six and halves for three

[Chorus]
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L O X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Ayo I give it to you point blank, in your mom's place
So like Point Break with a mask on with president's face
Clear my space, when big Sheek crash the boards
Y'all ain't just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas
With all that soft ass writing might as well be in cards
You don't gamble with your life when I launch these torpedoes
That'll shoot the crap out your ass at Foxwood Casinos
Just me and my Gambinos drunk as fuck
With a time parking lot DVD in a truck
I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school
I went to school high
And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't excite me
I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me
And I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour at the Sheraton
See, what yours can be mine without inheriting
Give up your chains and them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth your family crying and the doctor yelling "Clear", huh?

[Chorus]
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L O X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all

[Verse 3: Styles P]
If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
You know the P would pack his bag and just leave next year
But I got a son to raise so I'm a stay in this hell
And I gotta gun to blaze if you play with the L-
Dot O - Dot X - Dot at the end
We the niggas that's gon' leave with the pot at the end
Never too young to die or too old to live
Ain't it hard to bust your gun, go home and mold your kid?
I'm ashamed I sell crack but I'm a ride for the moment
Know the consequence, I'm a die with The Omen
Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX
Ki in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
Father, son, and holy ghost of rap
3 in a 1 seeing a gun and using it, dog
Dope in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas, but the heat is for y'all

[Chorus]
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted y'all
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
L O X niggas
Don't get it twisted y'all



All comments from YouTube:

HybridGorilla

"I didn't go to high school, I went to school high". Preach!

Amir Hanton

Hell yeah Sheek Louch got some bars for real but Styles been saying some crazy shit too and can't forget Jadakiss was going hard years after this album as well.

Dio Santana

preaching one of the single most detrimental thing on the developing brain. I smoke daily (started when older) but weed on the pre-adolescent brain is awful.

Hip Hop

I went to school high everyday and wish i didn't! I fucked up my education because of it

Lanae James

HybridGorilla wait cause i really didnt & everytime i hear that part i just lol to myself that sheek is to funny😂😂😂

dreadghoul23

Sheek got killa punchlines

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CarlitoCloutRiguez

Wow I MISS when gangsters could articulate their rhythmic poetry like this....

Samuel Westhead

100

Steph Billz

Well worded lol

Mark Barbuto

Fr fr i miss this shit.

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