One Two Three Four Lyrics

Sheek]

You in the circle line, what's wrong

Ain't your yacht out yet

Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?)

Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly

Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily

LOX, when we ball it's paper view y'all

Straight movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy

Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit

For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get sprayed

It's the (?), as a nail but on point though

I blast up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ah

LOX, in total control and power

And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours

But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the logic

My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet

As long as L-O-X keep giving you what you need

We gonna take it there nigga, as we proceed

[Jadakis]

One Two Three Four

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[Jadakis]

Yo, you already know what I'm here for

Therefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care for

Holdin' down this foundation, Mister Jason

Balled head baby face and I stay laced and

When you pay good you play good

I'ma get this money while these fake thugs stay low

And why wouldn't I be stackin' Franks

Fifteen in the clip while you packin' shanks

(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real niggas

The little kids still dig us

Next time be careful who you bring drama to

Speaker phone in the Suburban with (?)

Pad lock, filled to the top and everything

We ain't gonna stop

We just going to squeeze through your glock
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Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup with

No trouble all my niggas bubble like goose

Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin'

But now I can drop twenty-five on the piece

Butt in axe duels with whoever

Who you kidding, back to back

Like cream on the other side of Clinton

Shock treatment for the cats who can't freak it

I keep it dusted thats why they always try to leak it

But peep it, that weed shit you can keep it

We trying to sell all the real units we can eat with

[Styles]

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitch

Focus on life and niggas that run thick

Like a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal

This chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull

Fucking with the guiani's and the moles

When the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool

Our pigment is just for figment

You never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramid

This is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?"

Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block

Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and Wops

Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops

Same shit, where you at, but where "you" at?

I got my first felony, holding a gat

And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks

Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe

We ain't positive, but we ain't negative

The cops got guns, and they dont like us where we live

Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my toast

Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dope

You think it ain't real, until you caged in

And you can't hit a feel, you keep the rage in

Cuz you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin'

And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girls

But they keep them on the pill, a dog where you at

Cuz the honey is tight ill, everything is real