paroles de chanson U Told Me - The Lox
[Sheek]
Now
you
can
quote
me
on
this
I
bust
my
gun
Also
quote
me
on
this
I
handle
my
biz
I
knew
it
was
my
house
when
Run
was
sayin
it
was
his
I
ain't
lying
Ain't
no
cords
or
no
steam
in
this
iron
But
it
is
a
permanent
press
Have
these
38
shells
spray
starch
your
chest
Leave
you
stiff
Coroners
make
ashes
of
you
In
rap
I'm
like
God
nigga
forever
above
you
If
I
don't
do
it
all
I
just
dial
my
phone
And
you
get
sprayed
through
your
clothes
like
you
put
on
cologne
If
it's
not
violence
or
drugs
I
have
nothing
to
spit
I
be
lying
if
I
talk
some
spiritual
shit
Like
Kirk
Franklin
and
them
Y'all
just
ain't
me
I
can't
tell
you
about
God
but
I
can
tell
you
about
a
key
And
what
I'll
do
to
God's
children
if
they
jerk
me
Hurt
me,
never,
that'll
be
a
sin
I'ma
put
the
Bible
to
your
head
and
shoot
through
Matthew
verse
10
What
C'mon
niggas
What
[Chorus:
x2]
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
game
I
still
ride
the
back
of
the
train
And
sit
right
next
to
Jake
with
a
package
of
Caine
Niggas
say
he
realer
than
me
you
call
him
a
liar
I
got
the
Audi
T
T
the
same
color
as
fire
You
just
getting
a
name
Putting
shit
in
the
game
Stop
faking
I
have
your
do-rag
looking
Jamaican
Holey
as
the
water
in
the
front
of
the
church
Then
find
you
with
no
back
plus
one
in
your
earth
I
can't
wait
for
the
day
you
get
murked
Cause
I'ma
throw
a
free
party
at
the
Tunnel
and
give
out
work
I
love
myself,
my
family,
and
love
my
son
Love
my
niggas
and
love
white
Air
Force
Ones
And
besides
that
I'm
open
off
the
dro
and
the
guns
And
the
head
you
could
get
from
a
hoe
in
the
slums
Niggas
always
act
silly
till
you
show
em
the
milly
Then
they
got
the
nerve
to
ask
you
why
you
wanna
kill
me
Uhh
[Chorus:
x2]
[Styles]
I
know
it
ain't
right
For
me
to
swear
to
God
But
I
swear
to
God
that
I'll
murder
you
dog
And
I
know
it
ain't
right
For
me
to
sell
dope
Rob
stores
but
I
still
gotta
run
from
the
law
Twenty
niggas
in
the
clique
How
all
of
us
pour
In
a
three
room
apartment
and
we
all
on
the
floor
I
reflect
to
the
days
I
thought
of
busting
the
whip
Now
I
come
through
the
scene
and
niggas
cuffing
they
bitch
Feel
good
to
see
Kiss
spend
a
buck
on
his
wrists
Or
Sheek
fronting
on
a
jet
ski
with
a
Puerto
Rican
chick
I
don't
rock
no
jewels
But
I
pops
my
tools
And
I
work
my
coupe
to
do
a
buck
68
P
hit
you
in
the
head
like
a
dutch
to
the
face
Or
a
cup
full
of
liquor
Come
and
fuck
with
you
nigga
Cause
I
make
drug
money
Gotta
take
blood
from
me
If
you
wanna
prove
a
point
pull
a
joint
shoot
dummies
[Chorus:
x3]
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1 If You Know
2 Brains... (Take: 1) [Skit]
3 Fuck You
4 Wild Out
5 We Are the Streets
6 Recognize
7 Felony Niggas
8 Can I Live
9 Bring It On
10 Breathe Easy
11 Scream L.O.X.
12 Y'all Fucked Up Now
13 Ryde or Die, Bitch
14 U Told Me
15 Rape'n U Records (Skit)
16 Built for Bodies (Skit)
17 Intro (Skit)
18 Blood Pressure
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