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the lox - story lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
somebody slipped me at mickey
a dust in my work coat
can’t see straight and i can’t feel my jawbone
can’t find my phone so i can’t even call home
d+mn
heard a n+gga said he was buggin’
where sheek louch or jadakiss your cousin?
wish one of them n+ggas could come get ’em
cuz homey set ’em up and you know that he goin’ wet ’em
don’t know where i’m at or why i’m there
or what da f+ck i was doing, my memory is ruined
if i blacked out this seems awkward
i feel nauseous, i’m usually so cautious
searching for something that’s familiar
but then i smell haze from vanilia
i guess i’m on diet man and i [?]
then i heard nutcracker and vicodin and icе
it was the plugs right here, f+ck thе gun but
walk up in the big white van
them n+ggas just kidnapped the kid
telling me oh yeah boy you know what it is
i know where you live
i’mma bring you to the crib
if you don’t get the money up, i’mma k!ll your kids
told ’em n+gga i just moved
he hit me with the gun and get my nose cold bruised
[verse 2: sheek louch]
d+mn’, came in the house took off my shoes
put my feet up, grab the remote turn on the news
she’s doodles, rhymin’ noodles, [?]
i’m high, n+gga bout to make pancakes
or should i just go to sleep and then styles come
he taking to the [?], and we supposed to do a [?]
then my phone ring like yo “we got your man”
(who’s this?)
i hang up like this stupid b+tch playing the game
then he hit me with a picture of sp
i’m saying to myself why the kidnapper gon’ text me
f+ck outta here lol foh
then he sending a picture with a gun to his waist
i’m like oh sh+t
i need more liquor
i got money and everything don’t touch my n+gga
where the meeting at, i’m coming to law, grab my chrome
then i hit my n+gga kiss on the phone
(aiyyo kiss)
hey yo, god is funky out this b+tch
hah, it’s the coward n+gga trying to get rich
i swear to god i’mma lead this n+gga right in the ditch
he like yo “chill chill, try to relax
are you ready to go to war?”
i’m like n+gga that’s facts
comin’ we’re on the back, sirens is on
and put a couple in the air, these n+ggas is gone
[verse 3: jadakiss]
i grab the .44 long and did something sweet
box of sh+lls i already had to bump in the jeep
close casket i ain’t even let nothing to see
tryna figure out who these n+ggas f+ckin’ with p
they probably seen him making a bet
puttin’ it in
we got family on sherman, it wouldn’t be them
like the line between love and hate couldn’t be thin
then rock like that or we wouldn’t be friends
ready to dump on site in front of the law
i met louch on a cabine in front of the store
was to call block to get them leaving number to call
he like nah
“nah son, private
hop in thrivin’
anything we have been through, we survive it”
real talk, i just hope they don’t try sh+t
before we get to ’em or somebody got to die quick
sh+t, i was lost for a second
i snap right back when we cross towards seven
saying to myself shoulda brought the mac+11
seen no white van following the porsche in a seven
(yo who da f+ck is those n+ggas man!!)
d+mn’, maybe i’m just illin’
the van made ’em right bm and the porsche trailed ’em
(follow me, follow me)
we was too caused back
they went to the light
and pulled over by building
still no signs of the ghost
we kept our eyes on ’em but then we then play ’em close
(watch out, watch out)
seen a crib that they went in
c+cked my sh+t, louch lipped another clip in
knocked on the door with the hammers
they all looking at the play back on the cameras
(what da f+ck)
lucky we ain’t squeeze off the weapons
part of that short film p was directin’
“we needed to get it without rushin’
(got it)
set it up right the white van was production
pssh
we caught shot [?] from rear [?]
i got to shoot sh+t like this from here on”
then we got high and bent
and laughed it off, yeah that’s how that went
word!
[outro]
f+cking crazy
this n+gga p
we gotta [?]
with motherf+ckin’ punks
.44 launch desert eagles
all kind of sh+t that get you a hundred years
looking for this n+gga and want
and the whole time he tapin’ this sh+t for him and shooting a short film
him and [?]
we got the sh+t
these n+ggas is the illest yo
caught these n+ggas on cameras n+gga
[?]
couple of ounces and couple bottles
we got high, drunk, we laughed that sh+t off
while these n+ggas was editing that sh+t
this sh+t is crazy yo
haha

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