Artist: The Lox Album: Money, Power, & Respect Song: All For The Love [Jadakiss] What's the deally yo?
I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones (Jadakiss...) Yeah (I like that) Squeeze the juice outta the headphones Yo, yo yo [Verse 1] When you think of me you think of a problem Who? What? When? and how you gonna solve em Automatic or revolving The K I double S and, Here's the lesson Most beams is infared, but mine's is flourescent No matter where you go, I'ma spot you No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey Cuz you ain't nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny And the only the thing left to discuss is more money In these ??? games these chickens, try to run me Ya'll know ya'll can't touch us, I flow lushes It's so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches I'm sittin on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (why?) Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words Ain't ya'll heard? Ya'll get what ya'll deserved Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served And you got some nerve, for P-Hing Jason, do you have any idea who you facing? Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out It's hot it's burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen And it's sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention [Chorus] Chilling, sittin' on about half a million And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealing -Repeat- [Verse 2] Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, Bullet proof designer shirt Rolling with a China Doll, She'll be reminding ya'll Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course Jadakiss and L-O-X boss A pro cause I grow off the shit that I absorb You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit Wiping everybody out, right before the credits I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless I ain't even big and I size niggas up Cuz they eyes give em up, look at em and see they butt I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko Every since 12 I've been spittin like tabacco Relax though, Pop the tape CD and the wax though They wonder how, but the thing about ours We open up 24 hours Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power So you should keep quiet, you a coward About to be layed out flat, and pushing up flowers [Chorus to fade]