LOX Shit nigga Livin off Xperience You feel it in the air, don't you? Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that bane had Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers Gun on the wait, while I wait for niggas Plate full of plants If you wanna die y'all know the devil, go ahead and pick the date for the dance I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone On a money call, then take the advance 50/50 split, take mine's on the back end Business going good, take the profit, put it back in Reaganomics in effect, rooftops with cartels, honoring the set My outfit, put you out kid Fuck about the plug, cause we the outlet Yardie homie got a tech, and he on that stout shit Latin homie got the coke and he on that Ralph shit You ain't really bout shit We let the dogs out Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Y-O nigga, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Find you a shelter, we gone fall out Man come on, come on They call me the microwave, cause I hit em with hot shit Quick, got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink We ain't playing with you niggas In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you nigga Think something funny, y'all keep laughing Nigga already dead, Imma keep stabbing Been a loose cannon, been putting work in Name ringing bells, from school street to Warburton Niggas talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues Fuck you battle for, you know you ain't winning X been the grim reaper since the beginning These new rappers got me like what the fuck is you doing You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doing If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the fuck up Fuck you, suck my dick, now what You ain't really bout shit We let the dogs out Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Y-O nigga, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Find you a shelter, we gone fall out Man come on, come on All this fake love around here, I know how it feel You could just say wassup, I could tell it ain't real Nigga came home from somehwere, I could tell it ain't jail No music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail Can't tell them all yo plans, because they want you to fail Nigga hate when you be moving, they rather you be still Keep track of me, watch the back of me I pop up more than my son's acne Cut em into pieces, body in the freezers I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin seizures With the cheese, I'm like Lil Caesars Fuck your debit card, and your lil visas Coke game, dope game, niggas been around that Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at Trap game, rap game, niggas made hits LOX, D-Block, get off our dicks Pretty much are who we are now We shed light on a city with a dark cloud We bought Diddy through, even bought the Rs out In a lot with the trucks and the cars out And we never said once, if it wasn't for us Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust Find out who's who, you seek others to trust It was already bars, we was already stars Couldn't make us more related than we already are It was written already, meaning it was already God And we came from the bottom so it was already hard Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different My contract is much bigger, so the inks different My outlet, not about my outfit How you feel about shit, you ain't really bout shit nigga You ain't really bout shit We let the dogs out Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Y-O nigga, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really bout shit Find you a shelter, we gone fall out Man come on, come on You ain't really bout shit Come on, come on