Who Did You Expect Lyrics - The Lox

(Jadakiss) 

Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist 

And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice 

Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what they think you got 

And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot 

Nigga f**k the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip 

In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich 

Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass 

Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash 

So what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta ice 

I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight 

Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight 

I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body 

Or when they free Gotti, so that means never 

To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec 

Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death 

I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty 

Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy 

Even though by then these faggots probably be done killed me 

I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill 

So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

CHORUS: Jadakiss 

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death 

And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less 

Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou 

Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down 

We could get it on, any way shape or form 

Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek 

It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat 

*We Are The Streets* and we makin it hard to eat 

(Sheek) 

Ayo, you say f**k me, I feel the same way about you bitch 

Niggas made you rich and now you act like this 

Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam 

Without rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seem 

Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine 

Fake niggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealth 

Photos 

You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself 

I got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hit 

That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid 

When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport 

I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught 

Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums 

Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs 

Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand 

Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help this man" 

Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that 

I'm from Yonkers motherf**ker, where the murderers at 

Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack 

You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggots 

CHORUS 

(Styles) 

Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs 

You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G. 

I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib 

I won't be happy til my last nigga finish his bid 

All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop 

I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops 

In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop 

Givin a dime cock, blowin away 

Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day 

Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water 

Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw 

Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal 

You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed 

Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel 

Or you could do it my way, relax and chill 

You could worship SP sell cracks and peels 

Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field 

Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill 

Drama for real, you never seen honor and will 

Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed 

CHORUS