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The LOX - BOUT SHIT ft. DMX (OFFICIAL AUDIO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The LOX
The LOX
Musician
Gayathri Menon
Gayathri Menon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Composer
David Styles
David Styles
Composer
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Composer
Marc Shemer
Marc Shemer
Composer
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Composer
Gayathri Menon
Gayathri Menon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scram Jones
Scram Jones
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

LOX shit nigga Livin' off Xperience You feel it in the air, don't you? Yeah, ha 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 n- Plate full of plants If you wanna die, y'all know the devil Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead) I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh) Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in) Reganomics in effect (yeah) Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block) My outfit, put you out kid F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet) Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn) Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh- You ain't really 'bout sh- We let the dogs out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout sh- Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house Man, come on You ain't really 'bout sh- Y-O n-, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout sh- Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out Man come on, come on They call me the microwave 'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn) Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh) We ain't playing with you n- In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?) Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh) Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah) Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo) N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah) My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?) F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh) X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay) These new rappers got me like, "What the f- is you doing?" You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing? If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please) F- you, suck my d-, now what? You ain't really 'bout s- We let the dogs out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout s- Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah) Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one) Y-O n-, we going all out Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?) Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?) (Time to mop these out) All this fake love around here, I know how it feel You could just say, "What's up?", I could tell it ain't real N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha) Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts) I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah) Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha) With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo) F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh) C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh) Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh) Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits) LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah Pretty much are who we are now (LOX) We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O) We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah) In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm) And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh) Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah) The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh) You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo) It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah) Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah) 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 (yes) My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different My outlet, not about my outfit How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n- You ain't really 'bout s- We let the dogs out (LOX) Man, come on (Scram Jones) You ain't really 'bout sh- Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house Man, come on You ain't really 'bout sh- Y-O n-, we going all out Man, come on You ain't really 'bout sh- Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out Man come on, come on
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Sean Jacobs, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Marc D. Shemer, Gayathri Karunakar Menon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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