The Lox - Goin' Be Some sh** lyrics

* send corrections to Menace4430@aol.com I think it's time I start feelin b**hy I've been too nice, too muthaf**in long Yeah, it's definately time I get nasty (Goin' be some sh**) Sheek: Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces First y'all industry n***as shut the f** up Swear you know a n***a's sh** by readin the Vibe Well some f*ggit-a** reporter don, wrote in your life I stop the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo And y'all n***as k** me with that Windy Williams sh** Well see a playa (?), swear a n***a Puff jerkin n***as money Something ain't right, them n***as ain't got no whips Where they rolley's at, but f** y'all we got more chips sh** y'all doin nothin, I can buy a (?) for a b**h Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at that Instead you try to star sixty-nine my b**hes on jacks That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn That's why many of these younger brothers don't go on that turn As for y'all MC's, whoever write your rhymes Might as well hold your microphone, thats how I feel if it ain't your own But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your sixteen balls Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours Y'all n***as lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the f** up Chorus: Shut the f** up (Hot damn) (Goin be some sh**) Sheek: Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo I pump up, get big walk through the party jig Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from Lox You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks The freaky one, mom said I was soon to be done Because I s**ed more, and my career's yet to begun But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff showed me the better things in life And how to live phat like Biggie, so I present my sh** like that Half rough half jiggy, this part time college n***a, part time job Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy d** Caught slippin almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he spit around I'm like, whoa! I guess it was God that pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him Plus the desert eagle clan, so if n***as click they know by now they better (?), wha (Chrous) Sheek: Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been ConAir, everytime we fly but we don't jack sh** We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic, gats plastic Now thats sweet, unditected, so when I walk through the scanners it don't beep I hear f** Sheek, f** the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they signed to Bad Boy Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if i'm gettin jerked I'm still seein noise Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms So I sit and (?) like a b**h, Lox in Cancun Up in daddios f**in wild hoes, the groupy chicas So f** y'all, we paid y'all (..?..), we train hard continuously, cause we smart I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't stop til one of us depart With one through the heart, but even then that won't stop us Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from arthritis In the hall of fame, we k**ed this game in your website like spiders Old and gray we're still the same Lox you can't divide us, wha (chorus)