Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn, The LOX - Think of The LOX lyrics
Jeremie Damon Pennick
[Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn, The LOX - Think of The LOX lyrics]
If the love don't work, what would money do?
I'ma need that G pickup
Truck colored honey dew (Wooh)
Cantaloupe-colored interior
Whoever act superior
We'll pop 'em with the 22 (Well, hah)
Have a car and a condo at 22 (Facts)
Bird on the birds comin' up route 22
Ain't a cup of liquor
But niggas know he's a hundred proof
(Hey now) cut the legs off of niggas
Sayin' they run with you
I'm a pothead, the cool homie to vibe with
Violate, you oughta bring a homie to die with
(You oughta) i'll blow an eight
Think of steaks that I could buy in
Cop an estate
Think of weight that I could fly in
Can you hear me now like Verizon
King of New York
Bang your head right on the hydrant
Pops always told me to think out the box
So when you think about the best, nigga
Think of The Lox
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
Yo, laid it on the toy like a B-boy
Park the whip, make my son come downstairs
And watch Bruce Leroy
Last dragon, pants saggin', nigga
Don don's here i'm out for the season and
I ain't have Achilles' tear
I'm Shakira got the window seat
I light something and go dumb
On a Large Pro beat
Who fuckin' with us? I only use
A fifth of my brain (Uh, huh)
And I'm still better than them
Niggas tryna be Wayne
I move the 'caine like a blind man
I'm caked out without a million+ Soundscan
(Facts) my skin lookin' like I
Found a youth fountain (Look at me, baby)
And jumped in it
Got the red Louis duffle with
The fuckin' pump in it (Shit)
White wraiths
Space you could put clump in it (Uh, huh)
Passin' the graveyard
I could see Trump in it (Damn)
Mama always told me to think out the box
So when you think about the best, nigga
Think of The Lox
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
Yo ridin' through them blocks in all
Foreigns like a baby chariots
Had to run it up or these
Niggas won't take me serious
Real life street shit
Niggas know how I carry it
She can't sit on this leather
Interior on her period (Nah)
About the get the coupe with the gun
Slide in the rear of it
The 2022 like I forgot what year it is
Wanted it, I went and got it
Now I'm sharin' it (Uh, huh)
Toss the money bags in the closet
I built the pyramids (I did)
I took my respect living off experience
Stories about my hood got
Me living all luxurious
Racks on racks, stacked right in the closet
Need another stash house, I might
Get one in Yonkers, i did
Look how I benefited from them losses
(From them losses) paying back connects
I'm paying all 'em lawyers
Got work if you niggas can't
Afford you a verse
Still make my bitch ride with
The joint in her purse
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
I've been gettin' money so you
Know I want more
I'm live at the barbecue lookin'
At the front door i got the glow like I just
Came home from off tour
Got the plane jane AP on, offshore
Skybox, doing what the owner would do
(What's up?)
Couple hundred mill over a Corona or two
Every day I face off with
The zone or the glue
And spend the old paper up, and pay the new
(Fresh) first we gon' beat the odds
Then we even it up (What's up?)
No ice on, rabbit ears, leavin' 'em stuck
(Woo) ask me
They was better off leavin' 'em tucked
(Uh, huh) there's four pipes on everything
Even on trucks (That's right)
In the foreign listenin' to Lauryn
The joint about Zion
And these niggas is lyin'
Put hands on 'em and sneakdissin' to stop
So when you thinkin' of the best, nigga
Think of The Lox
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
I'ma need that G pickup
Truck colored honey dew (Wooh)
Cantaloupe-colored interior
Whoever act superior
We'll pop 'em with the 22 (Well, hah)
Have a car and a condo at 22 (Facts)
Bird on the birds comin' up route 22
Ain't a cup of liquor
But niggas know he's a hundred proof
(Hey now) cut the legs off of niggas
Sayin' they run with you
I'm a pothead, the cool homie to vibe with
Violate, you oughta bring a homie to die with
(You oughta) i'll blow an eight
Think of steaks that I could buy in
Cop an estate
Think of weight that I could fly in
Can you hear me now like Verizon
King of New York
Bang your head right on the hydrant
Pops always told me to think out the box
So when you think about the best, nigga
Think of The Lox
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
Yo, laid it on the toy like a B-boy
Park the whip, make my son come downstairs
And watch Bruce Leroy
Last dragon, pants saggin', nigga
Don don's here i'm out for the season and
I ain't have Achilles' tear
I'm Shakira got the window seat
I light something and go dumb
On a Large Pro beat
Who fuckin' with us? I only use
A fifth of my brain (Uh, huh)
And I'm still better than them
Niggas tryna be Wayne
I move the 'caine like a blind man
I'm caked out without a million+ Soundscan
(Facts) my skin lookin' like I
Found a youth fountain (Look at me, baby)
And jumped in it
Got the red Louis duffle with
The fuckin' pump in it (Shit)
White wraiths
Space you could put clump in it (Uh, huh)
Passin' the graveyard
I could see Trump in it (Damn)
Mama always told me to think out the box
So when you think about the best, nigga
Think of The Lox
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
Yo ridin' through them blocks in all
Foreigns like a baby chariots
Had to run it up or these
Niggas won't take me serious
Real life street shit
Niggas know how I carry it
She can't sit on this leather
Interior on her period (Nah)
About the get the coupe with the gun
Slide in the rear of it
The 2022 like I forgot what year it is
Wanted it, I went and got it
Now I'm sharin' it (Uh, huh)
Toss the money bags in the closet
I built the pyramids (I did)
I took my respect living off experience
Stories about my hood got
Me living all luxurious
Racks on racks, stacked right in the closet
Need another stash house, I might
Get one in Yonkers, i did
Look how I benefited from them losses
(From them losses) paying back connects
I'm paying all 'em lawyers
Got work if you niggas can't
Afford you a verse
Still make my bitch ride with
The joint in her purse
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
I've been gettin' money so you
Know I want more
I'm live at the barbecue lookin'
At the front door i got the glow like I just
Came home from off tour
Got the plane jane AP on, offshore
Skybox, doing what the owner would do
(What's up?)
Couple hundred mill over a Corona or two
Every day I face off with
The zone or the glue
And spend the old paper up, and pay the new
(Fresh) first we gon' beat the odds
Then we even it up (What's up?)
No ice on, rabbit ears, leavin' 'em stuck
(Woo) ask me
They was better off leavin' 'em tucked
(Uh, huh) there's four pipes on everything
Even on trucks (That's right)
In the foreign listenin' to Lauryn
The joint about Zion
And these niggas is lyin'
Put hands on 'em and sneakdissin' to stop
So when you thinkin' of the best, nigga
Think of The Lox
(Flygod) ayo, half a mill on the neck
Got 'em big mad
You think you takin' the shit
You gettin' shit back
Blew two hundred, got the coupe all red
The real locked up and the best all dead
That's facts, 30+ clips and that's that
I aim for the body, but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shoot out the Cullinan, one hand on the wheel
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