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the lox - who did you expect lyrics

[jadakiss]
yo even if i just cooked up, if money’s comin give you it moist
and don’t be scared to die, i ain’t give you a choice
n-ggas’ll try to k!ll you cuz of what they think you got
and the ambulance’ll take longer if they think you shot
n-gga f-ck the bullsh-t, kiss keep a full clip
in front of the store rockin gores and a woolrich
blowin sticky green gr-ss, that’ll sit me on my -ss
wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash
so what i got a rollie, and it got alotta ice
i pull my gun out, and bet i get another one tonight
your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
i’m clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
or when they free gotti, so that means never
to my n-ggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
or k.l., for beatin a coward to death
i feel y’all, so feel me, even if y’all guilty
time y’all n-ggas come home, the god’ll be filthy
even though by then these f-ggots probably be done k!lled me
i tell my son, keep it real, give y’all n-ggas each a bill
so what’s the deal, n-ggas y’all know the deal, uh

chorus: jadakiss
who did you expect, what, l o x to the death
and we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
we could get it on, any way shape or form
any day of the week, styles, jada, and sheek
it ain’t hot ‘less we are n-ggas we are the heat
-we are the streets- and we makin it hard to eat

[sheek]
ayo, you say f-ck me, i feel the same way about you b-tch
n-ggas made you rich and now you act like this
who them thuggest n-ggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
without rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seem
fast, n-ggas puff hydro and hash like it’s nicotine
fake n-ggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealth
you want sp-ce, i give your whole hospital room to yourself
i got doctors who make housecalls when n-ggas get hit
that way the press and the cops run sh-t, feel me kid
when it comes to thuggin it, n-gga that’s my sport
i even pick up your sh-lls so you won’t get caught
dumb dumbs, n-ggas camouflaged playin as bums
pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
walk by me, scream out, “somebody help this man”
not even life insurance helpin your fam, i’m takin that
i’m from yonkers motherf-cker, where the murderers at
murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
you owe us dough, have it as that, i leave it at that, f-ggots

chorus

[styles]
spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
you christen your kids, i let my son listen to b.i.g
i won’t stop til a thousand n-ggas fit in my crib
i won’t be happy til my last n-gga finish his bid
all on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
i’d rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
in the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
givin a dime c-ck, blowin away
baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
watch on the floor, b-tch i’ll put my glock in your jaw
n-ggas think they own a label, just signed a deal
you poppin that bullsh-t they might find you k!lled
slumped on the highway, behind the wheel
or you could do it my way, relax and chill
you could work for sp sell cracks and peels
b-tch i smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
drama for real, you never seen honor and will
til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is k!lled

chorus

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