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the lox - try me (remix) lyrics

[intro: jadakiss]
yeah, yeah you know what it is n-ggas, straight off top
d-block, l-o-x, shout to my detroit n-ggas
dej, what’s up, baby?

[chorus: dej loaf]
let a n-gga try me, try me
i’m a get his whole mothaf-ckin’ family
and i ain’t playin with n0body
f-ck around and i’ma catch a body
let a n-gga try me, try me
i’m a get his whole mothaf-ckin’ family
and i ain’t playin with n0body
f-ck around and i’ma catch a body

[verse 1: jadakiss]
yo, let a n-gga try me, try me
i ain’t got a problem lettin’ bullets fly, b
and if you lookin’, you know where to find me
probably on dyckman with a mami
i don’t use them chrome thangs ’cause they too shinny (ughn)
f-ck around and identify me
need cash up front, i don’t do consignment (nah)
k!llin’ sh-t since them n-ggas signed me
better be attempted murder or a yommy (yup)
if you motherf-ckers try to line me
i’mma comment myself so you can’t calm me (never)
more guns than the f-ckin’ army
when i used to have the b-m-x with the kn-bbies
sellin’ c0ke just became a hobby

[bridge: dej loaf & jadakiss]
and i ain’t playin with n0body
f-ck around and have them k!llers spray you with the shotty
i wish a n-gga would

[chorus: dej loaf & sheek louch]
let a n-gga try me, try me
i’m a get his whole mothaf-ckin’ family
and i ain’t playin with n0body
f-ck around and i’ma catch a body
let a n-gga try me, try me
(shhyeah, i got ’em [?])
i’m a get his whole mothaf-ckin’ family
(kiss said we gotat get on this sh-t asap, n-gga)
and i ain’t playin with n0body
this is the remix! i got this!
f-ck around and i’ma catch a body

[verse 2: sheek louch]
you don’t really want to try me, try me
you ain’t see these big gorilla n-ggas right behind me
run up on you, leave your body layin’ in the lobby
i’ma rapper but the burner, n-gga, that’s my hobby
and i ain’t fallin’ for the talkin’, n-gga, we gon’ pop it
we gon’ clap it till the blue shirts try to come and stop it
where the drugs and all the money that you rap about, bro?
what models? all i’m seein’ is a hood rat hoe
and i ain’t scared, i’m a thug until my f-ckin’ day come
l-o-x, i keep it real with my f-ckin’ day one
new york city, f-ck where all these other rappers come from
line ’em up and hit they body with a big chain gun
ignorant but yeah i’m lovin’ all this f-ckin’ gun play
mr. chow leave your brain all on your chicken satay
d-block, you should know them yonkers n-ggas don’t play
it’s a warnin’ to you cowards, listen what the hook say
you don’t really wanna

[verse 3: styles p]
try me, it’s mommy and daddy
it’s getting high me that be doin’ it gladly
ridin’ in that caddie or that navi
pop him in the head, then i make it my avi
stompin’ on my nikes like some bruno maglis
first you get the work then you get you the baggies (try me)
i body your auntie, it’s murder inc. like ja rule, ashanti
fly me like gotti, teflon
lambo, two ferarris, it’s stepped on
i’m grimey, it’s a high me, d-block
they all slump, new pump i call reebok
they know me at the c0ke spot and weed spot
i’ll get your little cousin k!lled with your uncle with knees shots
so try me, try me
i’ll see you be the next dead n-gga i throw in my diary

[outro: styles p]
try me, try louch, try kiss
you try l-o-x, that’ll be the last mother f-ckin’ thing you try
n-gga
yeah
l-o-x
we out

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