They ended up leaving Bad Boy over financial disputes with record boss P. Diddy and were snapped up by the DMX-led Ruff Ryders. At that time they released We Are The Streets with the stand-out singles "Wild Out" and "Ryde or Die, Bitch". They expanded their group with the inclusion of new member, Jae Hood, and are now known as D-Block.
For a time, Diddy owned their publishing. They reinstated their beef with him even after performing together at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert; recently, however, Jadakiss and Styles P. appeared on popular NY radio station Hot 97.1 to plead for their publishing rights, a request which was granted.
As individual artists, each member of D-Block has released at least one album. Jadakiss released Kiss The Game Goodbye and Kiss of Death, Sheek Louch, Walk Witt Me and After Taxes, and Styles P., A Gangster and a Gentleman and Time Is Money. Jadakiss, one of the self proclaimed "top five dead or alive", has been the most commercially successful with singles "Knock Yourself Out", "We Gonna Make It", "Put Ya Hands Up", and "Why?"; Styles P. has released "Good Times (I Get High)", "Can you Believe It" featuring Akon, and "My Life" and Sheek Louch "Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)" and "Kiss Your Ass Goodbye".
In 2002-2003, Jadakiss and later the rest of The Lox were embroiled in a beef with Roc-a-Fella Records artist Beanie Sigel and the label head, Jay-Z. Today all parties have made peace.
Currently, they have dramatically increased their exposure and popularity and are frequently featured on mixtapes. They are now beefing with G-Unit after 50 Cent dissed Jadakiss for appearing on 50's nemesis, Ja Rule, single, "New York". The feud has grown to encompass both groups. Jadakiss responded to 50's "Piggy Bank" with "Checkmate". 50 came back with "I Run New York" and a video for "Piggybank", which dissed Jadakiss, Nas, Kelis, Fat Joe, *The Game (rapper). Styles and Jada released "Problem Child" directly aimed at 50 Cent. "Kiss Your Ass Goodbye" was released by Sheek Louch and featured Fabolous, Beanie Sigel, The Game and Jadakiss. Lloyd Banks has announced on his upcoming album "Rotton Apple" there will be a diss track aimed at Fat Joe and D-Block named "Death Wish". More recently, D Block went all out on G Unit with the song "Shots Fired," a song whose chorus recommends murdering 50 Cent and G Unit.
D-X-L
The Lox Lyrics
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Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
If I ain't gettin' proper respect
I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
I don't give a fuck, never have, never will
If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin' to die
I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie
My niggas sell crack, with a package of dimes
Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin' to bubble
Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set
Niggas think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh)
'Cause the P gon' squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what)
You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast
Ayo, ayo
I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all was dicks in school
No pussy gettin' niggas tryin' to cuff the God
Play Sheek out in the yard, but that shit too hard
My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair
Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin' to you
You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye?
I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die
From rappin' or tellin' some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga
Bounty hunt your whole crew 'til my bullets go through, what?
All I need is a big gun and a coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms, maybe six
A town where money is coming, eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip
Bet you never even felt the heat
'Til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help niggas, niggas don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help, we help the beats
Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P?
If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same niggas that'll rob you love L.O.X. (Uh)
All types of burners, even snub Glocks (uh)
Nice size TECs you could carry in your sweats (uh)
Find your man dead in the trunk of the car (uh)
It's Jada (mwwaa) responsible for breakin' your heart (uh)
Creep through the streets
For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard
Me the security? Protectin' my body? I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol
Make niggas drowsy from the blood loss, got 'em noddin' off
And take casket naps, fuck that
You shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents, tale from my horror's no morals
Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance
So you dyin'? It's no problem, no lyin '
Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em
Drag done ate your food
Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggas for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell
Po'-po' now you see he fell
And you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)
Y'all bitches fear it 'cause you weak
You want to hear it? I make it speak (What?)
You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin' (uh-huh)
What the science behind that son? (I don't know)
A lot of easy walkin'
I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh)
Ain't tryin' to talk about what I got now, but I got now (What?)
I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggas up (c'mon)
And for talkin too much shit? I done fucked niggas up (uh)
It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know that (uh-huh)
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act, 'cause actin' might get you rollin '
If you ain't ready to handle (Uhh)
All that's left of your memory, is a candle (Woo!)
It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggas
Talkin' reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggas (uh)
From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight
Let them cats spit that weak shit (What!)
I'm dog for life! Nigga!
They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra Glocks
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra pits and extra Glocks
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
(They want to Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde)
In The Lox's song D-X-L, the lyrics are primarily focused on the rappers' tough exteriors and their experiences with street life. The lyrics contain graphic and violent language, with the rappers threatening to harm those who do not show them respect. The rappers also brag about their wealth, cars, and firearms. They warn their enemies to think twice before crossing them, stating that they are not afraid to kill.
The lyrics also touch on the rappers' status as successful musicians, with lines like "What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song." They talk about leaving something behind for their families, and express some regret over their lack of guidance in their upbringing. They assert their dominance both as rappers and as street fighters.
Overall, the lyrics of D-X-L paint a vivid picture of The Lox's rough and dangerous lifestyles, and their willingness to do whatever it takes to protect themselves and their communities.
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Damon Blackmon, Sean Jacobs, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Earl Simmons, Mel Smalls
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Dan_ Terio
You can't listen to this just once, gotta run it back a few times !!!
Shazam Kazam
Indeed
brian moseti
Indeed
Maurice McCallum
You ain't told no lies
Martins Chabana
For real bro
Adam Gordon
REAL TALK π₯π₯
Chico Selotwala
11yrs later and I'm STILL gettin' goose bumps from this!!!!! Grrrrrrrr WHAT!!??!!
RealerThanMany
2020 & still on regular rotationπ₯π₯the beat the lyrics! Easily in my top 5!!!
Ajthechamp
I put this joint on repeat π―π―π―
Shazam Kazam
Of course πΆ