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Song title: Dj Clue - 1, 2, 3, 4

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Verse one: sheek luchion

You on the circle line, whats wrong?  aint your yacht out yet
Aint you that willie, benz pushing, slash melrose cat
Nigga please, in the hills of beverly, you find its heavenly
Slingin dick to pamela anderson bitches daily
L.o.x., when we ball
Its pay-per-view yall
Straight movie
Flee in the z3 while woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit
For me to get paid on my song, yall just get sprayed
Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though
Ill blast up the loca
For skimming on my coca
L.o.x., in total control and power
And everything you see us with in videos be ours
You cant afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic
My coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet
As long as l-o-x keeps giving you what you need
We gonna take it there nigga as we proceed

Chorus (ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4x)

Verse two: jadakiss

Yo, you already know what Im here for
Therefore, l-o-x be the niggaz that I care for
Holding down this foundation, mr. jason
Bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay good
Ima get this money while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldnt I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, fed bidders
Real niggaz, the lil kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything filled to the top
We aint gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze til you drop
Paniro, luch, bounce in the coupe
With no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, nautica fleece it aint nothing
But now I can drop 25 on the piece
Butta nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?
Back to back like green on the other side of clinton
Shock treatments for them cats who cant freak it
We keep em dusted, thats why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real units we can eat with

Verse three: styles paniro

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
Homies that got life and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with tools we all improve
Chance I can drown I aint jumping in the pool
I aint a fool, you fucking with the guineas and the mouls
When the moneys making me hot, I move where its cool
My pigment is just a figment
You never see my ghost, move through the l-o-x triangle pyramid
This is for them cats thats like whos the l.o.x.
Better float up to yonkers nigga choose a block
Got arabics, ricans, jews and wops
Drinking booze bout to drop, trying to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at say where you at
I got my first felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles p-a-n-i-r-o
Bm doub., see that thug, get that dough
We aint positive, but we aint negative
The cops got guns and they dont like us where we live
Take notes, Im smoking a roach, holding my toast
Giving my quotes, to the shorties living with dope
You think it aint real, until youre caged in and you cant get a feel
We keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil.
So we blazin all the faggots on the hill
Fuckin niggaz girls but they keep em on the pill
But dog wear your hat cuz the honeys type ill
Everything is real