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(Scram Jones, Scram Jones) Grrrr LOX shit nigga Livin off Xperience You feel it in the air, don't you? Yeah, ha Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers Gun on the wait, while I wait for niggas Plate full of plants If you wanna die, y'all know the devil, go ahead and pick the date for the dance (Go ahead) I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone On a money call, then take the advance (Uh-uh) Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (Put it back in) Reganomics in effect (Yeah), rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block) My outfit, put you out kid Fuck about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (We the outlet) Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat shit (Damn) Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap shit You ain't really 'bout shit We let the dogs out Man, come on SongtexteYou ain't really 'bout shit Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house Man, come on You ain't really 'bout shit Y-O nigga, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout shit Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out Man come on, come on They call me the microwave, 'cause I hit 'em with hot shit, quick (Damn) Got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink (Ooh) We ain't playing with you niggas In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you nigga (What?) Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing Nigga already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (Ugh) Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (Yeah) Name ringing bells, from [?] to [?] (Woo) Niggas talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (Nah) My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues (What?) Fuck you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (Uh-uh) X been the grim reaper since the beginning (Okay) These new rappers got me like, "What the fuck is you doing?" You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doing? If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the fuck up (Please) Fuck you, suck my dick, now what You ain't really 'bout shit We let the dogs out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout shit Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (Woo, yeah) Man, come on (Scram, you a fool for this one) You ain't really 'bout shit Y-O nigga, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout shit Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (Ay yo, we [?] ready or what?) Man come on, come on (Ay yo, [?] will you talk to these niggas?) (Time to mop these out) All this fake love around here, I know how it feel You could just say, "What's up?", I could tell it ain't real Nigga came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail Nigga hate when you be moving, they rather you still (Haha) Keep track of me (Facts), watch the back of me (Facts) I pop up more than my son's acne (Yeah) Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (Nah, haha) With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (Woo) Fuck your debit card, and your lil' visas (Oh) Coke game, dope game, niggas been around that (Oh) Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at (Oh) Trap game, rap game, niggas made hits (Huh, hits) LOX, D-Block, get off our dicks, ah Pretty much are who we are now (LOX) We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O) We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (Yeah) In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (Hmm) And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (Uh-uh) Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (Nah) The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (Uh-uh) You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (Woo) It was already bars (Yeah), we was already stars (Yeah) Couldn't make us more related than we already are (Nah) It was written already, meaning it was already God And we came from the bottom so it was already hard Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (Yes) My contract is much bigger, so the inks different My outlet, not about my outfit (Fuck) How you feel about shit? You ain't really bout shit, nigga You ain't really 'bout shit (Yeah) We let the dogs out (LOX) Man, come on (Scram Jones) You ain't really 'bout shit Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house Man, come on You ain't really 'bout shit Y-O nigga, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout shit Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out Man come on, come on Aus Songtexte Mania