One , one , one
Yeah!
It's the second time around!
Ya know , ya heard , (y'all know who this is)
The real l.o.x. (no doubt)
As we proceed
To get rid of that bullsh** (that's right)
And give you what you need
Chorus:
Scream l
Cuz we livin and we love the life
Scream o
We official and we override
Scream x
Cuz we experts and experienced (who is it n***a)
We gon k** till we die and be ruff when we ride
(one more time c'mon)
Scream l
Cuz we livin and we love the life
Scream o
We official and we override
Scream x
Cuz we experts and experienced
We gon k** till we die and be ruff when we ride
[sheek]
Who that kid that
Fly in his truck
High as f**
Mami on my side she weeded i'm henneseyed up
Wet like flipper
Dick on my zipper
Kind of soft
Waitin for this b**h to finish her weed to s** me off
I'm done now
Step out my truck then peep out my style
Place a hundred in this bum cup in front of mr. child
Glock 19
Laser beam
f** it no vest today
No stress today , that's how i'm feelin today
But if y'all shoot you think i won't put this b**h in my way
I got love for my n***as that's deeper than lava
Hotter than lava
You point him out i'll pop the revolver
Two years in jail and i don't need no package or nothing
Sheek louch true to this sh**
Y'all n***as is frontin
We some evil motherf**ers you can tell when we smirk
Comes to money we aint got no patience like doctors who don't work
We drink till it don't hurt
And the pain go away
Now who you know out there who's f**in with sheek, styles, and j
C'mon
[styles]
What comes around goes around and i'm waitin to die
I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky
I get blasted off the liquor, sell d**, carry a 5th
f** with my dogs
Till they put me in a morgue
And even when i'm alone it's me and my toast
Me and my ghost
I wonder who get heated the most
If you didn't live the life you probably couldn't relate
I turn your face into pudding in the hood with an 8th
n***as beef over crack sales
Scrap over hood rats
Die over dice games
You f**in with us
And i'ma still pop sh** ridin up on a bus
Like i'ma f** a n***a up when i'm outta these cuffs
And blow three n***as down cuz only cowards'll bluff
Play it sweet when it's sour as f**
Calicoed up
Money and the j**els and the powder is up
I'ma make a n***a leak like i hit him with dust
[jadakiss]
Nowadays it cost money to breathe
That's why i tote around three
Ankle to waist and one in my sleeve
f** security y'all can give that money to me
Cuz when the bullets go off they be under the tree
I'm at your chick's house bagging up
Groupies styled out
The kool-aid too sweet and the phone don't dial out
You don't gotta like me
I show up to your wedding
Rockin a white tee
Your wife like oohh-wee
And if i dance wit her
Then i got a chance wit her
But i aint gonna do her
I'ma wait till after the honeymoon to screw her
And let n***as run through her
For y'all that's behind that wall blockin the street
Homemade doorags off the top of the briefs
Everybody get they turn to live
You just gotta know when it's your turn don't burn your bridge
And all the real n***as will die the worms'll live
And that's real f**ed up but that's how sh** is
Scream it
Chorus