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Not To Be Fucked With Lyrics - Singles - The Lox

Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish 

Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant 

Always seem pleasant, happy to be present 

Said he past due, he shouldn't have been in the essence 

 

Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife 

You can flirt around with drugs but don't hit the pipe 

You can mess around with guns but death ain't right 

Hold your breath, next step 'cause life ain't right 

 

If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight 

Stylez hit the darkside, show 'em the light 

Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s 

Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game 

 

Tell Oxygen, he not hoppin' in 

But he a little time nigga, I ain't thinkin' of stoppin' him 

Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them 

Been experts and done less work than them 

 

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With no album, we net worth more than them 

These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it 

Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it 

I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid 

 

Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers 

You got some fly shit but my shit 

Is like the whole city fallin' out the sky bitch 

Loud tracks, I'm the quiet loud ass 

Quick to set it off on your fuckin' foul ass 

 

Make six digits eight and cop a palace 

Make every rapper sick and call me malice 

Y'all niggas would never know what the Stylez have 

Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back 

 

In a hundred pieces in they ass and how's that? 

Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track 

Just think, I could blink 

And make the Pink Panther black 

 

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Who's not to be fucked with? That's me 

Who's to be fucked with? That's them 

Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? 

And if they want beef later on I splash them 

And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them 

Should I give it to them new style or old fashion? 

 

Who's not to be fucked with? That's me 

Who's to be fucked with? That's them 

Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? 

And if they want beef later on I splash them 

And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them 

Should I give it to them new style or old fashion? 

 

Do I have to break down the walls? Stay off the floor 

I'm the general dog, I start the war, make every m.c. never spit again 

When I leave 'em empty, no guts, no chest, no brain, no game 

And Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train, I feel no pain, steal cocaine 

 

Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs 

Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen 

The blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician 

Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician 

 

With an anecdote that can stop my collision 

Before you start askin', I'm a start splashin' 

When I come through, it's like ten planes crashin' 

Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards 

 

Mashed up, lookin' through binocs 'bout to crash in 

What's the next issue? Sheek did official 

Called Steven Spielberg, cops get tissue 

So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you 

 

Next question is where NASA at? 

We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic's bad 

When we down on the craps, we plasmic gats 

Tellin' you now you can't fuck with Dinero 

Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow 

Sagittarrius style, spittin' out arrows 

Hundred at a time, killin' a hundred heroes 

 

Who's not to be fucked with? That's me 

Who's to be fucked with? That's them 

Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? 

And if they want beef later on I splash them 

And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them 

Should I give it to them new style or old fashion? 

 

Who's not to be fucked with? That's me 

Who's to be fucked with? That's them 

Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? 

And if they want beef later on I splash them 

And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them 

Should I give it to them new style or old fashion? 

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