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the lox - not to be fucked with lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
learned my first lesson
in jail from a peasant
always seem pleasant
happy to be present
said he past due, shouldn’t have been in the essence
streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
you can flirt around with drugs, but don’t hit the pipe
you can mess around with guns but death ain’t right
hold your breath, next step, cause life ain’t right
if you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain’t tight
styles hit the darkside, show them the light
life ended to the ice that freezes emcees
friend of the flame, burn ’em in one game
tell oxygen he ain’t hopping in
he a lil’ time n-gga, i ain’t thinking of stopping him
catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
been experts and did less work than them
with no album, we net worth more than them
these cats didn’t think that the l.o.x. could do it
i got a hundred different styles and they all congruent
i’m the ghost of this sh-t, i provide you fluid
that’ll crack sidewalks and rise the sewers
you got some fly sh-t, but my sh-t
is like the whole city falling out the sky, b-tch
loud crash, i’m the quiet loud -ss
quick to set it off on your f-cking foul -ss
make six digits eight and cop a palace
make every rapper sick and call me malice
y’all n-ggas never know what the styles have
some sh-t in the stash that would crack a cow’s back
in a hundred pieces in they -ss, and how’s that
never answer back, i’m the cancer on the track
just think, i could blink, and make the pink panther black

[chorus: jadakiss & styles p]
who’s not to be f-cked with
that’s me
who’s to be f-cked with
that’s them
why don’t you watch my back while i go ask them
and if they want beef later on i splash them
and if they want to flow, right now i thrash them
should i give it to them new style or old fashion

[verse 2: styles p]
do i have to break down the walls, stay off the floor
i’m the general dog, i start the war
make every emcee never spit again when i leave ’em empty
no guts, no chest, no brain, no game
styles go broke, i’ma rob the folk train
i feel no pain, steal cocaine
f-ck black thugs that run through whole gangs
anytime that i want it n-gga, better listen
blunt is the magic wand, i’m the magician
styles is the virus, ain’t no physician
with an anecdote that can stop my collision
before you start asking, i’ma start splashing
when i come through, it’s like ten planes crashing
twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is b-st-rds
mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
what’s the next issue, sh-t get official
call steven spielberg, cop skin tissue
so you could rock disguise when feds come and get you
next question is where nasa at
we need a hundred jeeps that fly when traffic’s packed
bustin down on the crabs with plasma gats
tellin you right now you can’t f-ck with pinero
i make a lot of sp-ce when it seem real narrow
sagittarius style, spitting out arrows
hundred at a time, k!lling a hundred heroes

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