Live At the Tunnel Lyrics

featuring The Lox

[Jadakiss]

My outlet is full of powerful niggas

Electrify ya tie spark up the lah

Keep the room dark let me fill out my high

Then slap box my ghost 'til one of us cry

Jae to the Won can niggas fuck around?

And they better say "nah" word to Allah

They dyin' down I got iron now

Run upon 'em cock it back tie 'em down

If he try to move then I gotta lie him down

From Y O aka Riot Town

I used to buy it, but I just supply it now

Y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now

You know what it is that really makes it scrape it

Have a lot of cars, and the lot still vacent

And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement

Leakin', all hot none eatin'

[Yogi]

Slow down son, you're kill 'em

Ok you can bring it to 'em

Everyday, just like Mary J.

Sippin' iced teas in the E & J

Partyin', 'til your bare remain

You're killin' 'em, ok you bring it to 'em

Everyday, just like Mary J.

Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze

Cru and Lox is your hair remain

I know you brailin' me, baby

Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby

The PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours

Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours

BX where the attic sniffy chalk outline

And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about time

Chad and Mighty Ha key the predicate felon

When he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen

Who you tellin'?

The world is mine like Esco

If not, at least a house and Esgro

Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's

Yogi, the mellow low key

Understandin' my crew is strictly Shark Bar

Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars

I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex

Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next

[Styles]

Y-O's time to see the hunger in me

And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me

Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give

In the broken down home and they priceless kids

Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib

And the never learn shit until twice their bid

Like the world turn around funny clown money
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Everybody laugh when they have it

What about the addic niggas that'll hustle for years

'Til they see the graveyard up at the tip

Playin' spades, you in the world and playin' sharades

If the wait jumped off you ain't touch a gernade

Wanna die for the cause?

Lie for the doors

Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause

Learned to remind and check the phat four

Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords

[Chadio]

Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show me

Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me

It's gon' change though, with the ill strange flow

In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove

I keeps the real, seperate from the fake

If I kill, yo, I'm doin so for the cake

Blastin' go to a distant land

See my gun's like church to a Christain man

It's the code of the streets no time the explain

Free that soul on up to the next plain

Remember the pain, two shots from the flame

Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain

Little light guys with little white lies

We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies

You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant

You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme

[Sheek]

Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck walked in here

Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air

Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you

And jam above , show muthaphuckin' love

We make cake, but to make cake you need batter

So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna matter

Lox and Cru, el familia to you

So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto

Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco

Lyrically fucked out, a fit ain't chips, we ducked out

Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure route

Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka

Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this

From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S.

But we count the Benjamins and collect Che-X

My begets shine on my neck like I'm flex

[Mighty Ha]

Give 'em what they want, this what they lookin' for

Y-O-G, Chadio and The Mighty Ha

Hit 'em in data once again with buttah hits

Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts

Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G

Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly

Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto

Dayes ya go, dayes ya go