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The LOX - Recognize lyrics
Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap)) Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here) Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap) (Jadakiss) Now I know you couldn't wait to hear 'Kiss over Premier Kill you on tape then, watch it over a beer cause you ain't nothing but a movie with expensive footage That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets Ain't none of y'all better than LOX Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a box Me and my niggas get Redd-er than Foxx And I don't care if I love you, I still want head in the drop Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit that's why I'ma always cop the yay quick so I suggest all of y'all stay on Jay dick Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be Give me all my royalty money, and let me reap and I'ma have O's for six, and Halves for three Chorus Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) L to the O to the X (fade) Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders) L O X niggas (fade) Don't get it twisted y'all (Sheek Luchion) Ayo I give it to you point blank, in your mom's place So like +Point Break+ with a mask on with president's face clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards Y'all aint just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas With all that soft ass writin might as well be in cards You don't gamble with your life, when I launch these torpedos that'll shoot the crap out your ass at Foxwood Casinos Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck with a time parking lot DVD in a trunk I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school I went to school high And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't excite me I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me and I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour with the Sheraton, see what yours can be mine without, inheritin, give up your chains and them little diamonds in your ear Is it worth your family cryin and the doctor yellin "clear"? Chorus (Styles Pinero) If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here You know the P would pack his bagand just leave next year but I got a son to raise So I'ma stay in this hell and I gotta gun to blaze If you play with the L dot O dot X dot at the end we the niggas that's gon' leave, with the pot at the end Never too young to die or too old to live Aint it hard to to bust your gun, go home and mold your kid I'm ashamed I sell crack but I'ma ryde for the moment Know the concequence I'ma die with +The Omen+ Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX Key in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top father, son, and holy ghost of rap 3 in a 1 seein a gun and usin' it dog Dope in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four The ice is for my niggas, but the heat is for y'all |
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