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the lox - survivor lyrics

[intro]
there are a lot of lessons in my life
never shoot a large calibur man with a small calibur bullet
drive all kinds of trucks, 2x’s, 4x’s, 6x’s
what up?
those big mother f-ckers that bend and go “chuuh chuuh” when you step on the brakes
anything left worth doing is worth overdoing
moderation’s for cowards
i’m a lover, i’m a fighter
i’m a u.d.t. diver
d-block!
a wine, dine, and intertwine and sneak out the backdoor when the refueling is done
so if you’re feeling froggy then you better jump
yeah
’cause this frogman’s been there, done that and is going back for more
cheers, boys
syeah
dayzel

[verse 1: sheek louch]
filthy, ain’t i?
innocent but born a thug (sorry)
my society place priority on a drug (yeah!)
half a kilos, nervous lookin’ out the peephole (who dat?)
project buildings, buzzin’ the wrong n-ggas in
thirty-eight revolver hopin’ i ain’t have to touch it (d-mn)
toilet seat up hopin’ i don’t have to flush it
brown liquor, pocket full of big bills (jyeah!)
t-h-c in the triple stick, b-tch n-gga
you now listenin’ to a rich n-gga
and still i let the hammer off (uh huh)
law, he couldn’t beat it, my n-ggas is up north
higher than a muh’f-cka
you ain’t wit’ her no more? i might have to f-ck her (hah)
i’m sorry in the mornin’, n-gga
but you wasn’t really my n-gga (nah)
diamonds in [?]
jet lag, i just landed in laguardia (woooo)
talk sh-t, my n-ggas is gon’ body ya

[verse 2: jadakiss]
one call, shooters comin’ in a hurry for me (yup)
i ain’t trippin’, hatin’ come in with the terrority
put n-ggas in the ground, get ’em buried for me
when you accustomed to winnin’, then it’s forever glory (woo)
yeah, n0body could cover for me (nah)
if you ain’t used to gettin’ money, that’s another story (yeah)
n-ggas goin’ back and forth tryna tug-of-war me (haha)
i’m turned on by the drama, the love? it’ll bore me (love)
my heart pours out to those that suffer before me (yes)
long as it ain’t broke, give a f-ck what’chu call me (f-ck it)
all i’m doin’ is livin’, how the f-ck could you fault me?
b-tches is lovin’ the n-gga, these suckas is salty (ahh)
yeah, the difference is green
plus, they see you jumpin’ in and out of different machines
forty with the hallows or either the fifth with the beam
l-o-x, y’all n-ggas know we just a different regime
what?

[verse 3: styles p]
sunday to sunday, i’m prayin’ to make one day
came from the hood but the n-gga be on the runway
headed to the money, you know the ticket is one-way
i don’t want a problem, if i do, gunplay
these the last days, roaches in the ash tray
high-speed chases, life in the fast lane
weed laced with wax, cadillacs with gattlings
debo kilos, fractions to factions (you know)
rhythm hunter, i’m prob’ly lookin’ for action (what up?)
[?], jacksons, sh-t-load of them franklins (sh-t-loads)
i ain’t got a gun and i bet’chu i sneak the shank in (i bet’cha)
five star general, lift your -ss in the rankings (five star)
and i don’t want beef, i’m a vegan (haha)
gimmie a reason to point to who i’m leavin’ (point ’em out)
i show these rap n-ggas a heathen (i show ’em)
they don’t know the half, i laugh when i’m squeezin’

[outro: styles p]
l-o-x, you already f-ckin’ know
if you don’t, find out
f-ckin’ c-cksucker
one
l-o-x, l-l-o-x
l-l-o-x, l-l-o-x
one
l-l-o-x, l-l-o-x
l-l-o-x, l-l-o-x

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