The LOX - You'll See lyrics

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Intro: Puff Daddy

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

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits?

Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?

Do you ever ask yourself,

When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!

Verse One: Styles Paniro

I lick shots at intruders

Take the coke money and invest in computers

Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel

Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero

But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser

Light another sack for the three time losers

Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger

Ladies and gentleman

Bullets will leave you tremblin'

Shooken up

I got my cuban mommy cooking up

We got it all from Heron to Fishscale

New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail

My style is flashy like a fiver strobes

Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes

Time to flip the script, bust the whip

Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped

To the feds, catch me if you can

I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan

Get there and bury the bricks in the sand

They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand

So I can hit the boat and take a shower

Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower

Stack blocks by the keys

L to the O to the X you'll see

Chorus: Puff Daddy

Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do

What you gonna do when they come for you

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

Interlude: Puff Daddy

See, it's 1996 man,

And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.

We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that

FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA

Verse Two: Jadakiss

Yeah aight then, you better act like you know

L to the O, X amount the flows

Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.

Dot on your head, take all your strength

Yeah, I'm in it for the green

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

My tape in your duel cassette running me

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

Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me

'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B

When you want it? now or later?

I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators

With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks

Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick

Up north where they bust your man

In the custom van, interrupt your plans

Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'

All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'

So let's keep things rationalized

Everything I write better nationalize

I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies

Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny

I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura

Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her

It's all about quick whips and fast knicks

Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips

My style tight like Gotti when I touch you

Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle

Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch

Cop one for my man, so ill shits match

Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back

And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks

Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all

Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all

Chorus

Verse Three: Sheek Luchion

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

So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck

It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes

Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes

So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer

Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor

Fatigued out in my house or office

Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this

(Uh-hun)

My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes

Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups

Now what you gon' do?

When they come for you

The same thing you been doing

Eye screwing

And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)

While me and my mans are pursuin'

Who you think the ladies are enhancin'

Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion

So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches

And you'll see how wo lock this

Chorus

Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.

Click, click, uh, uh, uh

Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it

Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit

'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy

Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies

Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)

Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her

She know I treats my bitches like Ivana

Dolce and Gabana

Dippin'

Big poppa never slippin'

H-class diamonds shinin'

Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'

Smoking cigars in Bogota

With Colombian niggaz named Panama

And Englique and shit

Games we play life endin'

Bitches bending over with ease

For a pair of Moschino jeans

And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped

Singles on top

Benjamins

Under the rest of 'em

Advancin'

>From duplex to mansion

Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas

VCR's in my V's

Game elevates, money I make

Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch

Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands

Discusing plans with my mans

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system

That leaves your rear views tremblin'

What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude

Drop to your knees and show gratitude

Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent

Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

Outro:

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