Lox - You'll See lyrics

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Intro: Puff Daddy<br />

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(Don't stop, I'm not finished yet [8x])<br />

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?<br />

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits?<br />

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?<br />

Do you ever ask yourself,<br />

When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!<br />

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Verse One: Styles Paniro<br />

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I lick shots at intruders<br />

Take the coke money and invest in computers<br />

Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel<br />

Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero<br />

But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser<br />

Light another sack for the three time losers<br />

Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger<br />

Ladies and gentleman<br />

Bullets will leave you tremblin'<br />

Shooken up<br />

I got my cuban mommy cooking up<br />

We got it all from Heron to Fishscale<br />

New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail<br />

My style is flashy like a fiver strobes<br />

Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes<br />

Time to flip the script, bust the whip<br />

Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped<br />

To the feds, catch me if you can<br />

I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan<br />

Get there and bury the bricks in the sand<br />

They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand<br />

So I can hit the boat and take a shower<br />

Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower<br />

Stack blocks by the keys<br />

L to the O to the X you'll see<br />

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Chorus: Puff Daddy<br />

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Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do<br />

What you gonna do when they come for you<br />

(Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x]<br />

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Interlude: Puff Daddy<br />

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See, it's 1996 man,<br />

And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.<br />

We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that<br />

FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA<br />

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Verse Two: Jadakiss<br />

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Yeah aight then, you better act like you know<br />

L to the O, X amount the flows<br />

Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.<br />

Dot on your head, take all your strength<br />

Yeah, I'm in it for the green<br />

I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens<br />

My tape in your duel cassette running me<br />

Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me<br />

Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me<br />

'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B<br />

When you want it? now or later?<br />

I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators<br />

With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks<br />

Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick<br />

Up north where they bust your man<br />

In the custom van, interrupt your plans<br />

Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'<br />

All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'<br />

So let's keep things rationalized<br />

Everything I write better nationalize<br />

I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies<br />

Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny<br />

I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura<br />

Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her<br />

It's all about quick whips and fast knicks<br />

Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips<br />

My style tight like Gotti when I touch you<br />

Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle<br />

Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch<br />

Cop one for my man, so I'll shits match<br />

Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back<br />

And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks<br />

Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all<br />

Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all<br />

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Chorus<br />

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Verse Three: Sheek Luchion<br />

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Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck<br />

So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck<br />

It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes<br />

Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes<br />

So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer<br />

Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor<br />

Fatigued out in my house or office<br />

Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this<br />

(Uh-hun)<br />

My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes<br />

Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups<br />

Now what you gon' do?<br />

When they come for you<br />

The same thing you been doing<br />

Eye screwing<br />

And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)<br />

While me and my mans are pursuin'<br />

Who you think the ladies are enhancin'<br />

Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion<br />

So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches<br />

And you'll see how wo lock this<br />

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Chorus<br />

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Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.<br />

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Click, click, uh, uh, uh<br />

Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it<br />

Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit<br />

'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy<br />

Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies<br />

Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)<br />

Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her<br />

She know I treats my bitches like Ivana<br />

Dolce and Gabana<br />

Dippin'<br />

Big poppa never slippin'<br />

H-class diamonds shinin'<br />

Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'<br />

Smoking cigars in Bogota<br />

With Colombian niggaz named Panama<br />

And Englique and shit<br />

Games we play life endin'<br />

Bitches bending over with ease<br />

For a pair of Moschino jeans<br />

And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped<br />

Singles on top<br />

Benjamins<br />

Under the rest of 'em<br />

Advancin'<br />

>From duplex to mansion<br />

Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas<br />

VCR's in my V's<br />

Game elevates, money I make<br />

Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch<br />

Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands<br />

Discusing plans with my mans<br />

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system<br />

That leaves your rear views tremblin'<br />

What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude<br />

Drop to your knees and show gratitude<br />

Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent<br />

Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it<br />

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Outro:<br />

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You'll see (Don't stop), you'll see