The Lox - The Essence lyrics

[Jadakiss] AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry) Kiss of d**h mother f**er. (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist) Definetley the strongest sh** on the shelf Double R, D-Block (1st infantry) Listen the thugs need it, hoes gon use it Me im just a young n***a that make old music Uh,sh** is real I put the inf on the 4 Keep it wit me cause possessions 9/10ths of the law Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can Even had a daughter born outta sin n***a I make pain cinematic I spit dope and you been a addict Treat beef like jail, summertime somthin' big with the scope under the Winter jacket I use the winter tactics and I know you tryin to play the role, but bullets The wrong sh** to interact wit I hurt the game, hurt ravines Soon as you murk somthin' these n***as'll churp Janine Yeah let 'em all co*k ride, in my mansion with a bottle Move a novel and the wall spin counter clock wise Might as well go on, go and see papi Cause n***as only know three words "He shot me" (Uh) Thats why I be eyein 'em down No dap, no rap cause these n***as be wired for sound But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montaga Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo Remember this "Calmate", ''que te calmo'' mutha-f**as. What! "Calamate" "que te calmo" Know what that mean huh? Calm down...before I calm you down! [Styles P] I don't wanna talk much You gettin hawked up and chopped up Two guns up on your tour bus Heard you got the cops wichu Thats a goddamn shame to talk on your album, I thought you had a block wichu? Couple n***as to pop wichu? You full of sh**! And the only thing you got is a couple n***as to drop wichu Waiting for a n***a... wit a mouth like you When they said you was the hottest thing man out yo crew I'm the hardest in New York City Think not I got a Glock, Sheek Loch style, you walk wit me You b**h n***as will die leery I keep the 9 in the five series Why don't you come work a nine to five wit me See the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled I got the k**ers laying flat down in pickups too Hop up and put a clip in your mug Hate is different than love, it spread faster, is you gettin me cuz? sh**, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave Everybody get it now, f** it, its a different day And s** my dick when I ain't got sh** to say n***as think I'm dumb like I ain't put them bricks away Prepared for the war, anxious to k** Bang sh**, swing sh**, leave you shanked in the grill I ain't give a f** Then on now, when all how, how many n***as die? That depend on Styles And my nephew Alchemist [Sheek Louch] Hey, yo I ain't seen nothing yet n***as all threat, p**y when they sober, thugs when they wet What up k**er? n***a please Stop frontin' you dont need to save the whole 5 g's My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either I don't need it I just copped a house on a Visa And I ain't go platinum, my first album was a teaser Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he's a....problem I take out blackheads like a tweezer We'll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you We don't need to dump lead on you homie, you either in or you out of it Cause I got a son now and you f**in up a lot of sh** I gotta get And I hate for this to get out of hand To have to give it to a n***a I played wit in the sand sh** the westcoast barely know the name of our band That's why I spit enough heat to give a n***a a tan Aight, I kno you got mad cake okay n***a EH! Sheek don't give a f** I let my gut hang, you one day away from lipo and a face tuck This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock Yo, I'm f**ed up man! P pa** that blunt, Yo busy where my yak at son, f** That I'm outta here Let's Go (Let's go, let's go) (R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I'm sayin? 1st Infantry b**h (b**h b**h))