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letra de white label (beanie sigel & roc-a-fella records diss) - the lox

[intro: jadakiss]
ruff ryders
ryde or die motherf-cker
what’s f-ckin’ wit that
we gon’ catch a lotta more felonies this year
you know, a lotta more car jackin’
gon’ beat a lotta n-ggas down
it’s a special d-block delivery ya heard

[verse 1: sheek louch]
yeah
d-block
yeah (what up)
see this f-ggot gon’ have sheek catch a case (huh)
stupid, i spit beer in your face (stupid)
my d-ck out in front ya b-tch while you eatin’ wit her
straight disrespect
hawk in ya neck
and this back and forth sh-t is g-y
y’all don’t really wanna play ’cause y’all wouldn’t rap about it
be carful when the club is crowded (no doubt)
three or four drinks n-ggas a have blood on ya minks
and i ain’t tryna do this sh-t all night (nah) let’s fight
pull the guns out, put them boxin’ gloves down
see if you can last this round f-ckin’ clown
hold up, yo, yo i don’t give a f-ck what you drive or what b-tch you screw
punch n-ggas in the face gettin’ interviewed
or i might shank ya face, one or the other
and you never gon’ see me like tigger’s mother
shut the f-ck up and make ya songs
keep my name far from your mouth
‘fore they find ya body in the woods somewhere far from ya mouth
what, what
[verse 2: styles p]
awk you ’bout to cough up blood, you got a hard head
so i’ma make it soft and gushy (d-ckhead)
would say the n-gga name but he from the the truth
you a b-tch c-cksucker (y’all know that assh0l-) and your boss is p-ssy
this n-gga wanna say my name, better get a gun
plan to use it, wanna play my game
you could put cha frame on it
and tell your momma that her boy got a bullet wit a f-ckin’ name on it (b-tch)
you wanna pray ta god, he wanna play the god
get the syrup and cris, i’ll be slayin’ y’all
ride when you push me
and i all i see when y’all n-ggas throw up ya sign is upside p-ssy (f-ggots)
f-ck wit p, i leave you upside p-ssy (ha ha ha)
head on the ground, feet in the air (what)
p style, wherever i see you i’m leavin’ you there (right there)
i don’t ask for forgiveness (h-ll no)
i’ma boss so i just tell my soldier to go blast at the witness
dog you know half of me and half of the business (that’s right)
holiday, recognize the n-gga and the name, (uh) i give the bullets (yea) out like gifts, (uh) like i had them for christmas

[verse 3: jadakiss]
yo
i ain’t the r but i’m ready to build and n-ggas is ready to die only ’cause they ain’t ready ta k!ll
but this is a man’s world, y’all n-ggas keep f-ckin’ wit kiss i see to it you vist ya man –speeding car sound effect–
you can find out if the gates is pearly (guess who)
bang bang d-block gang n-gga, early
time that we get on n-ggas (uh huh)
bean just make you fart, (what) kiss really sh-t on n-ggas
y’all got all the bucks why y’all mad (why)
’cause we love ta stab (yeah) and we f-ck n-ggas up bad (f-ck ’em up)
and everybody keep chrome (uh huh) but chu ain’t never had a knife in ya cheek bone (never, never)
who want what and where they want it at
you know where to find me in a chinese store wit a hunid sack
think it’s a game, ’till ya mom’s pull that white back off and when she think it’s a shame (uh)
throw joints, throw slugs and we throw darts (yea)
y’all n-ggas got platinum mouths and gold hearts (uh)
talk but when coke go up, (what)
papi spot is like homeroom, y’all n-ggas don’t show up (where they at)
this is fishscale over here, that’s blow up
be an adult for once b-tch ass grow up
i just wanna see hawk to muscle, i don’t wanna have a meetin’ (uh uh)
and i don’t wanna talk to russell
what the f-ck y’all n-ggas gon’ tell kiss (nuttin)
catch me bangin’ r3 n-gga in the sl 6 (ha ha haaa)
b-tch
double r baby (that’s right)
d-block
in the r we trust
it’s all lovely
it’s right

- the lox

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