here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there Yo, I got
dutches I'm sittin' on a thousand birds and I hide from the cameras, why? 'Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words Ain't ya'll heard? Ya'll get what
yo You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a radiator I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go I
props from Check us on the Internet, L O X dot com A worldwide message, I try to express it The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish I
going there What I ain't hating you 'cause you's a little richer But you old and I'm young, so that mean I think quicker When bitch drunk, I'm bent up
softer than thugs Have a chump coughin blood fill his coffin with slugs Yo You know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tech in Mase
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,
' a verse today, man I'll do this shit tomorrow, man Do da hook and everything, man Just save me 16 bars I'll be there tomorrow I'm watchin' a fight and
fo? real, yo I pack a 4 5, puff a blunt and get high Don?t give a fuck if I die 'cause my son is alive I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise Coulda
know what I'm 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
part of the plan i gotta call it like i see it, talk it like i be it walkin my walk, thugged out orthopedic cause i'm soon to be up, give me room
you fuckin' right While I was raised on my fuckin' life I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin
a weak army i play the nice guy too, i'll smoke wit you but the realness, i ain't got no love for you thats why i never do a song with you not even if
why 'til this day they don't let me in I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG,
I'ma kill your mother and I don't care if I die 'cause all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother dog, I had a hard life and I'm in love with
there was heat retaliation on a fucken hater Im at the carnival of souls like an L.A. raider verse two 16 bars I spit fire like a fucken dragon the
A kilo is a thousand grams easy to remember A kilo is a thousand but did you remember Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music K.I.L.O THE
, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style