Artist: The LOX f/ Foxy Brown Album: My Niggaz 12" Song: My Niggaz Typed by: dynamite9383@yahoo.com [Intro: Foxy Brown] Aiyyo for real, it's time for everybody to get they motherfucking minds right It's about to go down, straight like that Ill Na Na and the motherfucking L-O-X That's right! [Chorus: Styles] From the top of New York where they be poppin' the cork From the bottom of the slums where they be poppin' the guns For niggas that rock whips and get plenty of ones For niggas going hand in hand having a run For niggas that had cake and got sent upstate For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight For those who want up out the ghetto but don't know how to escape Guess you gotta live the life and just keep the faith [Sheek] Aiyyo, aiyyo Our shit contagious, so y'all niggas try to quarantine us Y'all niggas shook up and all that like Oranginas My gun American but my niggas got foreign in us Six cars between us, laced out Half my money from the drug route, you know how that goes We hung in heavy metal clubs and some shit for the news It's Sheek Loucheon, either at the bar with a groupie on My python getting sex in hotels With connected rooms to let her walk through and hear X Jadakiss and Styles smoke a pound up till it's gone Room service bring up champagne with five masks on From most hated to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, chop, check out if Blockbuster get it Cheapskates, sweating on Capris' release dates With Money, Power & Respect went platinum out the gates From Russell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX got this Big time, we prolly shoot this joint up on the tropics Where we eat fish like whities, where bitches got have all nighties Sucking dick, me, I'm on some jail shit Standing up, jerking off while these hoes eat each others clits [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] Bet I salute all chick that be getting them chips And throw it up for my bitches that be popping that Cris' Especially to the ones that be riding that dick And if the pussy banging, hope he copped you that six And to all my thoro chicks that cried and lied for these cats Out of town, on the hound for these cats If shit got thick, let off rounds for these cats In that crocodile Prada, stash a pound for these cats Uh, me and my bitches got down for these cats Paid our dues, to sixty-twos, take to the top See the truth of the lies, with the bullshit aside Like a trooper, I put that on my life that I ride Conspiracy charges, straight copped out to three to five Not fucking my crew now, to suffer and die Maximum, twenty-five, give a fuck if I cry It's a dirty game when it comes to slanging them things Bailed like a hundred thou, but the other small change Shit, I used to trick out and cruise in the Range [Styles] For those who want up out the ghetto but don't know how to escape Guess you gotta live the life and just keep the faith [Chorus] [Styles] Prayer one, for niggas that be busting they guns To the death, what you expect for a couple of ones? Prayer two, for niggas that ain't never had shit Master, black down guard and rat shit Prayer three, for niggas on lock without a key That ain't never coming home but you know how it be Living to die, niggas ain't willing to die If you bust up in the air, you ain't killing the sky Feeling the high, nigga is you willing to lie? You'se a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealing the pie I leave a bloody mess for niggas bigger than me, cut his neck Lox brothers, y'all niggas is cock suckers Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the power Assassin, you think it's a joke? You'll die laughing Hopping out the plane and only bringing out the captain Start of a legacy, my heart broke down and start begging me Dog, I'm a whole different pedigree Take me to the limit, I'm laying in the cut While you playing in the scrimmage, meet you at the final Lyrically and spiritually, drunker than a whino Poison, house full of rhymes, bring your boys in Tell them take it easy, have a seat on the couch I'm the governor, y'all bitch niggas is crops Take orders, we need passports at the border We transporting water, the ship was pure Felt six to the head, but we wasn't the cure Make your eardrums pop, bottle lid drops Eyes switch up, knees hit the floor By the time he splits up, nobody gets up [Sheek] Motherfuckers! [Styles] L-O-X motherfucker For those who want up out the ghetto but don't know how to escape Guess you gotta live the life and keep the faith [Chorus] [Outro: Sheek] + (Styles) Fucking faggots (Whatever) We extorting y'all niggas Lyrical warfare