L-O-X shit, nigga
Livin' off Xperience
You feel it in the air, don't you?
Yeah, ah

Steppin' out the Benz with the shearlin' that Bane had
Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan
Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers
Gun on the waiter, while I wait for niggas (hahaha)
Plate full of plants
If you wanna die y'all know the devil
Go 'head and pick the date for the dance (go 'head)
I'm in the i8, blow an eighth on the iPhone
On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)
Fifty-fifty split, take mine's on the back end
Business goin' good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)
Reaganomics in effect (yeah), rooftops with cartels, honorin' the set (D-Block)
My outfit, put you out kid
Fuck about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)
Yardie homie got a 'Tech, and he on that stout shit
Latin homie got the coke and he on that Ralph shit

You ain't really 'bout shit (you ain't really 'bout shit)
We let the dogs out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
Bam, blam, you in the Lord's house
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what)
Y-O, nigga, we goin' all out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
Find you a shelter, we gone fall out
Man, come on, come on

They call me the microwave, 'cause I hit 'em with hot shit
Quick, got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink (woo)
We ain't playin' with you niggas
In the trunk I got them things that I'm sprayin' at you, nigga
Think somethin' funny, y'all keep laughin'
Nigga already dead, I'ma keep stabbin'
Been a loose cannon, been puttin' work in
Name ringin' bells, from school street to Warburton
Niggas talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)
My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues (what)
Fuck you battle for? You know you ain't winnin' (uh-huh)
X been the grim reaper since the beginnin' (okay)
These new rappers got me like, "What the fuck is you doin'?"
You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doin'
If you ain't spittin' the truth, then the shut the fuck up (please)
Fuck you, suck my dick, now what

You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
We let the dogs out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
Bam, blam, you in the Lord's house
Man, come on (ooh, shit)
You ain't really 'bout shit (what)
Y-O, nigga, we goin' all out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
Find you a shelter, we gone fall out
Man, come on, come on (let the monkeys out)

All this fake love around here, I know how it feel
You could just say wassup, I could tell it ain't real
Nigga came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail
No music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail
Can't tell them all yo plans, 'cause they want you to fail
Nigga hate when you be movin', they rather you still (haha)
Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)
I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)
Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers
I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah)
With the cheese, I'm like Little Caesars
Fuck your debit card, and your lil' VISAs (oh)
Coke game, dope game, niggas been around that (oh)
Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at (oh)
Trap game, rap game, niggas made hits (yeah)
L-O-X, D-Block, get off our dicks (ah-ha, D-Block)

Pretty much are who we are now (L-O-X)
We shed light on a city with a dark cloud
We bought Diddy through, even brought the Rs out (yeah)
In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (mm)
And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)
Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)
The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-huh)
Find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)
It was already bars, we was already stars
Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)
It was written already, meanin' it was already God
And we came from the bottom so it was already hard
Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)
My contract is much bigger, so the inks different
It's about my outlet, not about my outfit
How you feel about shit? You ain't really 'bout shit nigga

You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
We let the dogs out (L-O-X)
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
Bam, blam, you in the Lord's house
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what)
Y-O, nigga, we goin' all out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
Find you a shelter, we gone fall out
Man, come on, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit
Come on, come on

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): D-Styles, E. Simmons, J. Phillips, M. Shemer, S. Jacobs