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Artist: The LOX
Album:  No Selfies (S)
Song:   No Selfies
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com

[Intro: Sheek Louch]
D-BLOCK!! Aiyyo Glazer! Aiiyo aiyyo Uneek (Where that liquor at son?)
Sometimes you gotta grab one of these break beats real quick and just
Body that shit you nah mean?
New York style, aiyyo ĎKiss aiyyo Styles!

[Verse One: Sheek Louch]
Muífuckers know Iím travelin the globe!!!
And I rock like Iím rhyming in the Rogue breakdancing in the strobe (WOO!)
Pop lockin, glock poppin, black stockin
Yankee hat low we in here club rockin (D-BLOCK!!!!)
Smokin like a chimney (Chimney)
Smokin like Iím in a pool piff for niggas to come get me
Get me?! Thirty on my wrist boy (Yeah!)
Crash the whip two hundred on my next tour
WOO! Fuck we need to talk about?! (HA!)
Itís no talkin when the muífuckin guns is out
Canít rap with your motherfuckin tongue out
IG ainít the same with your tongue out
Yeah! We murderers nigga
Mighty mighty D-Block yeah you heard of us nigga (No doubt)
My money ainít the same youngin (No)
I could +Throw It In The Bag+ like Fab said at Tiffany stores (Ok)
I could pull up in a boat on any one of these shores
I still got the money from my last three tours!!!
S-S-S-Sell merch make a hindred back
Sold crack had to run like a running back (DONNIE!!!)
Iím sorry your honor
Iím married to the streets so I married Juana (Letís go!)
Blow sumín or get rich nigga!!!
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!

[Verse Two: Jadakiss]
Uh! Yeah Ďcause that ainít cool
Tryin to be somethin you ainít but that ainít you
I pop tags everyday but the gat ainít new
And you donít have to believe this but that ainít true
I could make you disappear Iíll vanish you
Iím in the hood every corner like Spanish food
Alot of these dudes is thirsty, famish too
Get the money nigga thatís what the plan is too
I will rap circles around him and his crew (Uh huh)
Put one fifty on it like ten to two
Iím an animal I belong in the zoo
Iím use to winnin, I do what the winners do
A couple hundred thouí whenever Iím in the mood
Cemetary silence when Iím in the room (SHHH!!!)
I will pay for his casket, and his tomb
I got him hazed up yacked up and Iím shroomed
Gets busy with the hawk nigga and I boom
Choppers in the crib fíin it in my roon
Pealin everybody out me and my goons
If they remand me, Walkman, in my looms
ĎCause all I need is a little weed in my tombs
Wake up and your life will just end by noon
S-S-S-S-So blow sumín or get rich nigga!!!
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!
What What?!

[Verse Three: Styles P]
No selfies no usies
Thinkin Iím a calm down niggas is so lucky
Charles Lee Ray these niggas you know +Chucky+
Homie got life in the cell you know Bucky
Wanna see a killer at work nigga than touch me
My gun talked to me he tellin me donít tuck me
Might sound crazy only you better pay me
That kid take a knap, Iíll kidnap the baby (Word)
Iíll take the gun and butt fuck your lady
ĎKiss got the weed Iíll bet you it smell hazy
I got the weed I bet you will smell sour
Louch get a word Iíll kill you the next hour
See your mom later Iím givin that bitch flowers
I ain;t shit at least I know it
Got a pound full of weed and at least I blow it
Got the mic plugged in, at least Iím flowin
I got plants out in Cali at least Iím growin
Yeah-Y-Y-Yeah but I ainít mature
Said In wanna kill niggas but I ainít for sure
Whatís a bong a bamboo if it ainít the raw?! (Yeah)
Might blow the dutch with ĎKiss
Or me and Sheek Louch might fuck your bitch (D-Block!!!)
Blow sumín or get rich nigga!!!
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!!

[Chorus: The LOX] (Sheek Louch) (*Jadakiss)
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!)
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (*What What What!)
And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!)