ain't and you never been You can't faze me so sit and praise me When I'm finished slaying y'all be saying "That nigga's crazy" That's how I like it, yeah
of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'll see
[Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar The C.O.D., the P.O.P.
L-O-X I took one L and life is still Double X Brick City where I bleed on the streets at The E's in M&M's, I need a relapse And bitches, grab my mic
'em I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them G's on the corners, move when I move That's
it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P L O T K O every day Dance hall General, party
that shit is absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown out the car And ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is
bedrooms we own tags Don't touch this Cracklin hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, Laugh, and pop shit Reader's digest, passed my book to l. ron
old gwop We did drunk in the Rover, dunk Leave you in your driveway slumped Fight, lose security to ER and we are THe R-U-L to the E-R (S) It's Montana
't got guns, then you better cop some 'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun Streets be where Lox get their props from Check us on the Internet, L O
L.O.X., blaze "We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do, what, what? (Let's go) Couldn't live the life
with bitches that don't get drunk Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's Shit, they never did, forgetting about they kids Mom's babysitting, ain't
the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X. And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet And you can bet he
I tell my mother the price She damn near sent me to my room It's the M A L I C I O U S You don't wanna try nigga, you next, uh Do you know where your
I'm collectin? these Vics when I put the dick on her O U T L A W Z Fucking with a nigga living destructively Pump and pee Tuckin T's up in [unverified
that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach Living in expenses, 20 grand a week You know me, I be O T, low-key, Icy roli, smoke a O-z I'm a baby face nigga
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens