Last Day (feat. The Lox)
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[Intro/Hook: The Lox]Can I live til my last dayHittin honies that be na-styGettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
[Verse 1 - Sheek]Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathin, eatin, the whole situationWhen we do our shit we do our shit for realWhile you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chillI'mma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit you know how The Lox get
Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for yearsGang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggas under the stairs only understand what we gotUnderground, all above must get shotYou couldn't book me Dano, Sheek Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin y'all
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couchHearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instanceI give this faggot a french kissBlack gloves, no prints, dark tintsWord on the street they ain't heard from him sinceYou know about life after kickin the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-damsScri-dam, the flow is forbidd-enEither you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin ironLox and Poppa,turning niggas into Jim HoffaWho gon stop us, your last joint double copperYou gettin money or your runnin from the FedsAin't nothing over here but 16 with one in the headAnd I solemnly swearThat all y'all niggas out there got a problem this year
[Hook] - 2X
[Verse 3 - Styles P]Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
The flow like water get deep and you drownWith no soul, many niggas roll with no dough
Even the small gun got a little black holeYour destiny is somethin you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy til there's blood up in your mouthThere's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it got money you better give with itMy man had the thug in him did his bid with itGet married to the game but never have a kid with itAdvice from the wise, slice the piesToo many schemes devised, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to absorbStashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floorOnly a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
[Verse 4 - Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhhWho the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freezeYou wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreamsYou still apologizin, analyzin, my size and your size andRealizin, a fist fight would be asinineYou just pop wines I must pop ninesGenuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill pieceYou're shook up, two bricks, every cook upWe can hook up, all I see is the futureDisrespect, I shoot yaBy the way, them bricks, get flipped weeklySold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leakDie for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweetPlay for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
Our beef is my fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthyFuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brungFor them homos, still doin promosBreak both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shine to glow mo'Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'
[Hook] - repeat to fade
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