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Live at the tunnel (feat. the lox)

Featuring The Lox

[Jadakiss]
My outlet is full of powerful niggas
Electrify ya tie spark up the lah
Keep the room dark let me fill out my high
Then slap box my ghost 'til one of us cry
Jae to the Won can niggas fuck around?
And they better say "nah" word to Allah
They dyin' down I got iron now
Run upon 'em cock it back tie 'em down
If he try to move then I gotta lie him down
From Y O aka Riot Town
I used to buy it, but I just supply it now
Y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars, and the lot still vacent
And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement
Leakin', all hot none eatin'

[Yogi]
Slow down son, you're kill 'em
Ok you can bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like Mary J.
Sippin' iced teas in the E & J
Partyin', 'til your bare remain
You're killin' 'em, ok you bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like Mary J.
Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze
Cru and Lox is your hair remain
I know you brailin' me, baby
Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby
The PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours
Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours
BX where the attic sniffy chalk outline
And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about time
Chad and Mighty Ha key the predicate felon
When he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen
Who you tellin'?
The world is mine like Esco
If not, at least a house and Esgro
Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's
Yogi, the mellow low key
Understandin' my crew is strictly Shark Bar
Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars
I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex
Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next

[Styles]
Y-O's time to see the hunger in me
And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me
Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give
In the broken down home and they priceless kids
Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib
And the never learn shit until twice their bid
Like the world turn around funny clown money
Everybody laugh when they have it
What about the addic niggas that'll hustle for years
'Til they see the graveyard up at the tip
Playin' spades, you in the world and playin' sharades
If the wait jumped off you ain't touch a gernade
Wanna die for the cause?
Lie for the doors
Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause
Learned to remind and check the phat four
Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords

[Chadio]
Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show me
Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me
It's gon' change though, with the I'll strange flow
In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove
I keeps the real, seperate from the fake
If I kill, yo, I'm doin so for the cake
Blastin' go to a distant land
See my gun's like church to a Christain man
It's the code of the streets no time the explain
Free that soul on up to the next plain
Remember the pain, two shots from the flame
Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain
Little light guys with little white lies
We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies
You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant
You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme

[Sheek]
Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck walked in here
Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air
Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you
And jam above , show muthaphuckin' love
We make cake, but to make cake you need batter
So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna matter
Lox and Cru, el familia to you
So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto
Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco
Lyrically fucked out, a fit ain't chips, we ducked out
Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure route
Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka
Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this
From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S.
But we count the Benjamins and collect Che-X
My begets shine on my neck like I'm flex

[Mighty Ha]
Give 'em what they want, this what they lookin' for
Y-O-G, Chadio and The Mighty Ha
Hit 'em in data once again with buttah hits
Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts
Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G
Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly
Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto
Dayes ya go, dayes ya go

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Featuring The Lox

[Jadakiss]  
My outlet is full of powerful niggas  
Electrify ya tie  spark up the lah  
Keep the room dark  let me fill out my high  
Then slap box my ghost 'til one of us cry  
Jae to the Won  can niggas fuck around?  
And they better say "nah"  word to Allah  
They dyin' down  I got iron now  
Run upon 'em  cock it back tie 'em down  
If he try to move then I gotta lie him down  
From Y O  aka Riot Town  
I used to buy it, but I just supply it now  
Y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now  
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it  
Have a lot of cars, and the lot still vacent  
And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement  
Leakin', all hot none eatin'

[Yogi]  
Slow down son, you're kill 'em  
Ok you can bring it to 'em  
Everyday, just like Mary J.  
Sippin' iced teas in the E & J  
Partyin', 'til your bare remain  
You're killin' 'em, ok you bring it to 'em  
Everyday, just like Mary J.  
Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze  
Cru and Lox is your hair remain  
I know you brailin' me, baby  
Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby  
The PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours  
Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours  
BX where the attic sniffy chalk outline  
And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about time  
Chad and Mighty Ha key the predicate felon  
When he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen  
Who you tellin'?  
The world is mine like Esco  
If not, at least a house and Esgro  
Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's  
Yogi, the mellow low key  
Understandin' my crew is strictly Shark Bar  
Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars  
I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex  
Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next

[Styles]  
Y-O's time to see the hunger in me  
And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me  
Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give  
In the broken down home and they priceless kids  
Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib  
And the never learn shit until twice their bid  
Like the world turn around funny clown money  
Everybody laugh when they have it  
What about the addic niggas that'll hustle for years  
'Til they see the graveyard up at the tip  
Playin' spades, you in the world and playin' sharades  
If the wait jumped off you ain't touch a gernade  
Wanna die for the cause?  
Lie for the doors  
Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause  
Learned to remind and check the phat four  
Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords

[Chadio]  
Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show me  
Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me  
It's gon' change though, with the I'll strange flow  
In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove  
I keeps the real, seperate from the fake  
If I kill, yo, I'm doin so for the cake  
Blastin' go to a distant land  
See my gun's like church to a Christain man  
It's the code of the streets no time the explain  
Free that soul on up to the next plain  
Remember the pain, two shots from the flame  
Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain  
Little light guys with little white lies  
We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies  
You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant  
You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme

[Sheek]  
Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck walked in here  
Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air  
Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you  
And jam above , show muthaphuckin' love  
We make cake, but to make cake you need batter  
So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna matter  
Lox and Cru, el familia to you  
So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto  
Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco  
Lyrically fucked out, a fit ain't chips, we ducked out  
Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure route  
Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka  
Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this  
From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S.  
But we count the Benjamins and collect Che-X  
My begets shine on my neck like I'm flex

[Mighty Ha]  
Give 'em what they want, this what they lookin' for  
Y-O-G, Chadio and The Mighty Ha  
Hit 'em in data once again with buttah hits  
Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts  
Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G  
Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly  
Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto  
Dayes ya go, dayes ya go