Y'all Fucked up Now - The Lox

Yeah
Two guns up motherf_cker
Uh huh
Yeah
N_ggaz runnin around yappin with d_cks in they mouth
My N_ggaz
Sh_t is serious L.O.X.
Couldn't even put three n_ggaz togehther and come up
With this combination (faggot)
Sh_t is fo' real
Yo

[Styles]
I pack a 4 5
Puff a blunt and get high
Don't give a f_ck if I die cuz my son is alive
I grew up doing dumb sh_t that made me wise
Could of died ten times
That made me live
Sell my soul
Not for no cars and gold
I been through it cuz my scars is old
Remember the time
I used to puff dimes
And think Allah was cold
Back then when my mom played my father's role
Now I'm a man
Runnin with a gun in the vest
It feel good with my son on my chest
I wanna quit
But I'm one of the best
F_ck around I might run to the west
Lay low and get blunted to death
N_ggaz is wack
I can't say it plainer than that
Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back
F_ck the middle
Cuz the middle do alot and a little
Stuck in between but y'all n_ggaz won't see the riddle
Settle for less
A general but don't meddle my chest
Die for my n_ggas nevertheless
Can't find a n_gga better than S, 'Kiss, and the Luch'
Every man ahead of the group, regretting the coup
Y'all n_ggas want the red in my boots
Hole in my shirt
Twist a n_gga wig and leave me dead in the dirt
I see the rollie not move but the sh_t still work
Motherf_cker that'll make you a jerk, cocks_cker

[CHORUS:]
Ay yo what y'all gon do now
Y'all f_cked up now
N_ggas
How deep is your crew now
Y'all f_cked up now
Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?)
Y'all f_cked up now (This aint no f_ckin joke n_ggas is hungry)
We the nicest n_ggas around (F_ck is wrong)
Y'all f_cked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)

[Sheek]
I pay off blue suits thats Sucio
And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo
A bad b_tch that kill
So when you put the dogs on her you smell Massengill Summer's Eve
Puttin drugs in coffee hip to the D's
I play smarter
That's why my flights now be charter
Ten seater
What you know about a Porsche at a meter
Next to koochie freak those
Tickets keep those
And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose
I aint the n_gga that you see
Posted on cop walls
I'm that eighteen and up
Mamis on my balls
Y'all can't figure the great one
Sheek be Jason
Not cops
But that legendary n_gga my pops
I bust shots like bums at a bar but far
From a lush
Everything about this cat be plush
And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt
Like nothing
Lift a arm I hit those under your wing
Yo why you following this cat
Hey he about to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street
That's cool
But in a bing this fool
Was like Louis Rich meat
We don't run from y'all
We scatter for guns on y'all
What you know about two 380's inside a basketball
And when it's beef
Store on his side with burners on Coronas
We the best that ever did it
If you need us telephone us
What the f_ck n_gga

[CHORUS]

[Jadakiss]
Yo
A n_gga wanna go to war with Kiss
Find him a ditch
Old school n_ggas tell me I remind of rich
Cuz I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips
Hoppin out a rough six
With sweats and scuffed kicks
I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix
I done signed every autograph and took every flick
I'm quite sure that I coulda hit
Every chick
But I didn't ones that I did gave em heavy d_ck
All day
The LOX flow hotter than broadway
Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway
And their aint enough plates for y'all to eat with me
Stingy n_gga but I share my slugs equally
I put half where your waist at
And half where your face at
Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that
From your street rappin's only one of my plans
I got dirty south n_ggas payin a hundred a gram
And I could care less how much you shift the scan
However you get it you supposed to hit your man
But we don't hold the grudges
We control the budgets
And do whatever the f_ck we wanna do n_gga f_ck it

[CHORUS]

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