Capone-N-Noreaga, The LOX - Bleeding From the Mouth lyrics
[Capone-N-Noreaga, The LOX - Bleeding From the Mouth lyrics]
I been through, runnin' from cops
Eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells, thug in the bench
The rap performer
I been put the Mack upon ya, look faggot
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot faggots
I been a star since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of shit that
Have you fleein' a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a Capone
And Nore copped the Benz, first day home
I been beatin' niggas up
Been spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood niggas
Been in my zone
Been the champ since Larry Holmes
Spinks had teeth and in a forbuilding
Been had 'em reppin' the street
Caught 'em wide over YO, first felony
Solo Eightball and MJG
What is you tellin' me
Yo, yo i got guns, guns
Mad fuckin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you
Had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live niggas, In rap
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat yo, I'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, Nigga infact a wow
Niggas from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the niggas fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down
Twice like militant night
We at the club tonight, Nore yo
Please be nice i buy the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle
And I spit on a ho
Ayyo, you boned that bitch
Naw I pissed on a ho
Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit
Yo, you better tell 'em you
Heard 'it on this Track masterz
Yo, yo you only need a gun and some
Crack to get you a stack
(LOX, CNN, YO to Iraq)
Luxury cars, twenty thous
Thugged out the bar (House on the hill
And my niggas blowin' for real)
Store in the hood
My niggas go to war and we good
We just thugged out hustlers
Tourin' the hood we the deepest niggas out
(the streetest niggas out)
LOX and CNN will leave you
Bleedin' from the mouth
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
That won't die for they man
But 'ell die for money
And if the LOX get rich
We goin' divide the money
Where we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry
Don't pass me a blunt
But, you can pass me a gun
And you can have that pretty bitch
Right after I cum
And you can front and keep your watch
We goin' puncture a lung
LOX style
Cocksucker
Dump and we run
All our dogs up in the slums
Humpin' they chums
Holdin' they pit's
Lightin' blunts loadin' they shit
And niggas can't understand
That we married the street
And when we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beef
Hopin' ya family stay strong
Then they can carry the grief
You break bread with a thief
And then you scarry to sleep
And we ain't tryin' to bury you
We tryin' to bury a jeep
What what
What, what, what what
What what, what, what
Eatin' beef on the corner
Been through cold cells, thug in the bench
The rap performer
I been put the Mack upon ya, look faggot
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot faggots
I been a star since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of shit that
Have you fleein' a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a Capone
And Nore copped the Benz, first day home
I been beatin' niggas up
Been spittin' on hoes
Thinkin' they too good for hood niggas
Been in my zone
Been the champ since Larry Holmes
Spinks had teeth and in a forbuilding
Been had 'em reppin' the street
Caught 'em wide over YO, first felony
Solo Eightball and MJG
What is you tellin' me
Yo, yo i got guns, guns
Mad fuckin' guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you
Had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live niggas, In rap
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holdin' my gat yo, I'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, Nigga infact a wow
Niggas from suddenly just settin' a trap
I murder you, the niggas fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down
Twice like militant night
We at the club tonight, Nore yo
Please be nice i buy the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle
And I spit on a ho
Ayyo, you boned that bitch
Naw I pissed on a ho
Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit
Yo, you better tell 'em you
Heard 'it on this Track masterz
Yo, yo you only need a gun and some
Crack to get you a stack
(LOX, CNN, YO to Iraq)
Luxury cars, twenty thous
Thugged out the bar (House on the hill
And my niggas blowin' for real)
Store in the hood
My niggas go to war and we good
We just thugged out hustlers
Tourin' the hood we the deepest niggas out
(the streetest niggas out)
LOX and CNN will leave you
Bleedin' from the mouth
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
That won't die for they man
But 'ell die for money
And if the LOX get rich
We goin' divide the money
Where we from we stay live
And survivin' hungry
Don't pass me a blunt
But, you can pass me a gun
And you can have that pretty bitch
Right after I cum
And you can front and keep your watch
We goin' puncture a lung
LOX style
Cocksucker
Dump and we run
All our dogs up in the slums
Humpin' they chums
Holdin' they pit's
Lightin' blunts loadin' they shit
And niggas can't understand
That we married the street
And when we felt like we were cheatin'
We ain't carryin' our heat
And we don't like holdin' nothing
But we carry a beef
Hopin' ya family stay strong
Then they can carry the grief
You break bread with a thief
And then you scarry to sleep
And we ain't tryin' to bury you
We tryin' to bury a jeep
What what
What, what, what what
What what, what, what