The Lox - New York Rap lyrics

Sheek Louch LOX! What's ya name again? Donnie G (D-Block!) Who else wit' you, fam? (S-P!) Wave the Ruger at these haters This New York rap, who else wit' you? (Al Qaeda) Don-Don, .38 revolve in the brown bag Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag In and out of town, that's why the God look jet-lagged Sheek's still bangin', I ain't wavin' the red flag The curse of Bin Laden, boats don't float across His ghostly bones said "Rise up with green moss" Uh, smoke blowin' on a weave Audie on the sleeve, Louis Vs in the breeze Condos in Miami, I ain't even use the keys Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves Cash and big guns, be wit' them OGs Levis, white ups, City Lab tees Nick said "Nate, the Yanks gotta bring it home" (New York!) Them Dirty Harrys sittin' on me, all chrome Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam Safety on Glock, ice on rock I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin' Pac Styles P I don't like too many rappers, or n***as If you see me talkin' to cowards, it's all figgas Gotta be ready to die to war wit' us Yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of more wit' us Chop it up, bag it up, set it up I got a problem on the strip, I'll wet it up I could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up Talkin' to the pilot on the Palm, then a Senator You fakin', n***a, I get it shakin' I'll shoot your wife at the dinner table like Taken I did dirt since Krush Groove and Breakin' Now they got a Biggie movie, Pac comin' next You can s** my dick, you said The LOX ain't the best Now yell pause and no h*mo that And get a bullet in ya fitted where the logo at Yeah, another one by the NE sign Stab him in the face with the pen he signed Now that's that, turn ya fitted to a snapback Jadakiss Yo, I'm the one that make the car start: Engine Hard liquor, two weeks straight, n***a: Bingin' This dope, getcha sniff on or syringe in I'm really in these streets, they pretendin' You compare him to these creeps? You offend him Water and oil, you don't mix, you can't blend them Trunk fulla powder, cook it when I get there It's me all alone on the throne, yeah, I sit there Now just let the haze burn Bullets don't ever change, they always burn Majority is snakes, the rest is straight worms Everybody's a baller, then I must be Dave Stern Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm? Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al Qaeda L-O-X, the criminology coordinators (What?)