dj clue – we’re back lyrics
[sheek louch]
sheek louch! ayo kiss… ayo styles p… clip up n-gg-s…
y’all wanted this sh-t right?… f-ck it.. let’s go!
[dj clue]
new lox! we’re back y’all
[chorus x2]
jk:l dot
sp:
o dot
sl:x m-th-f-cka
run and tell the hood we back (we back!) yeah!
jk:l dot
sp:o dot
sl:x m-th-f-cka
more bodies more guns more crack (more crack) yeah!
[sheek louch]
so who’s the kings of this microphone?
who be still in the hood? burner on ’em, dutch and heavy patron
still big twenty pieces in a drug free zone
still light conversation when i talk on the phone
in the quadro-masi, doo-rag wrapped like i’m hajii
allybaba, when it’s beef get the chopper
i’m in the trash can like i’m oscar
yeah! more bodies more crack more guns
[dj clue]
c’mon!
[sheek louch]
i figure we come back and make a couple more ones
sh-t i’m already lookin’ at a thousand of my sons
lil’ jay-zs, lil’ esco’s and pun’s
lil’ doc dre’s, lil’ slick rick’s and run’s, yeah!
you ain’t never heard ’em do it like we do
more money, but this not equal
sheek louch homie, microphone killer
no shirt on, silverback gorilla, yeah!
[chorus]
[jadakiss]
yeah, we’re back, yeah, yeah! yeah, uh, yeah, yo,
original c-ke movers, our cd’s made
n-gg-s bids go smoother, when the system tried to lose ’em
gotta be god if they ain’t devils
i’m in a hole in the wall, shootin’ pool, table that ain’t leveled
i mean to offend you, if you dropped an alb-m
in the last ten years then my dna’s in you
can’t be like but they wishin’ to, dissin’ who?
please, these lil’ n-gg-s know who they listen to
finally the underdogs is over the hump
p-ss the cashmere gucci trench over the pump
the snitches can still hurt me, as far as the b-tches
they still thirsty, far as the riches i’m still worthy
whatever you want, i can get it by the thousands
and knock it off right in front of munic-p-l housing
i can drop a jewel or a bomb, i just hope it hit ya
‘kiss, you can do the book, or the motion picture
[chorus]
[dj clue]
it’s me snitches part 1, y’all!
[styles p]
what else can i say that the others didn’t?
l-o-x taught you everything that ya mother didn’t
i shoot the gun ’til the trigger break, all of the rubber missin’
go and get another one, get on another mission
it’s no one like me, quite frank, the right bank
i’ll put ya think tank, all on ya nikes
still talk black sh-t, a whole lot of conscious
but i’m from the street so i never take nonsense
you don’t want ya arm bent, followed by ya throat slit
ferocious, wanna take a ride on the ghost ship?
more bodies, more guns, more crack
more weights, more shots, more n-gg-s that’s runnin’ to get the stacks
talk to the cartels never on the phone, no
only on the front yard, when i get my lawn mowed
you don’t want a bullet in ya baldy or ya corn rows
l-o-x is back, run and tell ’em that it’s on, yo
[chorus]
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