Lirik Lagu You Told Me - The Lox
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(Sheek ad libbing)
[Sheek]Now you can quote me on thisI bust my gunAlso quote me on thisI handle my bizI knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was hisI aint lyinAint no cords or no steam in this ironBut it is a permanent pressHave these 38 shells spray starch your chestLeave you stiffCoroners make ashes of youIn rap I'm like God nigga forever above youIf I don't do it all I just dial my phoneAnd you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologneIf it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spitI be lyin if I talk some spiritual shitLike Kirk Franklin and themY'all just aint meI can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a keyAnd what I'll do to God's children if they jerk meHurt me , never , that'll be a sinI'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10WhatC'mon niggasWhat
CHORUS 2X:[Eve and Jadakiss]You told me you would bust your guns for me(Yeah bust your gun dog)You said you'd always sling your pounds(Sling the hydro green)Now you're away and you're all that I need(You're all that I need baby)But L-O-X will hold it down(You know the LOX gonna hold it)
[Jadakiss]I'm back in the gameI still ride the back of the trainAnd sit right next to jake with a package of caineNiggas say he realer than me you call him a liarI got the outtie T T the same color as fireYou just gettin a namePuttin shit in the gameStop fakinI have your doorag lookin JamaicanHoley as the water in the front of the churchThen find you with no back plus one in your earthI can't wait for the day you get murtCuz I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out workI love myself , my family , and love my sonLove my niggas and love white Air Force OnesAnd besides that I'm open off the dro and the gunsAnd the head you could get from a hoe in the slumsNiggas always act silly till you show em the millyThen they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill meUhh
CHORUS 2X
[Styles]I know it aint rightFor me to swear to GodBut I swear to God that I'll murder you dogAnd I know it aint rightFor me to sell dopeRob stores but I still gotta run from the lawTwenty niggas in the cliqueHow all of us pourIn a three room apartment and we all on the floorI reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whipNow I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitchFeel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wristsOr Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chickI dont rock no jewelsBut I pops my toolsAnd I work my coupe to do a buck 68P hit you in the head like a dutch to the faceOr a cup full of liquorCome and fuck with you niggaCuz I make drug moneyGotta take blood from meIf you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies
CHORUS 3X
[Sheek]Now you can quote me on thisI bust my gunAlso quote me on thisI handle my bizI knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was hisI aint lyinAint no cords or no steam in this ironBut it is a permanent pressHave these 38 shells spray starch your chestLeave you stiffCoroners make ashes of youIn rap I'm like God nigga forever above youIf I don't do it all I just dial my phoneAnd you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologneIf it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spitI be lyin if I talk some spiritual shitLike Kirk Franklin and themY'all just aint meI can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a keyAnd what I'll do to God's children if they jerk meHurt me , never , that'll be a sinI'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10WhatC'mon niggasWhat
CHORUS 2X:[Eve and Jadakiss]You told me you would bust your guns for me(Yeah bust your gun dog)You said you'd always sling your pounds(Sling the hydro green)Now you're away and you're all that I need(You're all that I need baby)But L-O-X will hold it down(You know the LOX gonna hold it)
[Jadakiss]I'm back in the gameI still ride the back of the trainAnd sit right next to jake with a package of caineNiggas say he realer than me you call him a liarI got the outtie T T the same color as fireYou just gettin a namePuttin shit in the gameStop fakinI have your doorag lookin JamaicanHoley as the water in the front of the churchThen find you with no back plus one in your earthI can't wait for the day you get murtCuz I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out workI love myself , my family , and love my sonLove my niggas and love white Air Force OnesAnd besides that I'm open off the dro and the gunsAnd the head you could get from a hoe in the slumsNiggas always act silly till you show em the millyThen they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill meUhh
CHORUS 2X
[Styles]I know it aint rightFor me to swear to GodBut I swear to God that I'll murder you dogAnd I know it aint rightFor me to sell dopeRob stores but I still gotta run from the lawTwenty niggas in the cliqueHow all of us pourIn a three room apartment and we all on the floorI reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whipNow I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitchFeel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wristsOr Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chickI dont rock no jewelsBut I pops my toolsAnd I work my coupe to do a buck 68P hit you in the head like a dutch to the faceOr a cup full of liquorCome and fuck with you niggaCuz I make drug moneyGotta take blood from meIf you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies
CHORUS 3X
