You Told Me Lyrics - The Lox

(Sheek ad libbing) 

[Sheek] 

Now you can quote me on this 

I bust my gun 

Also quote me on this 

I handle my biz 

I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his 

I aint lyin 

Aint no cords or no steam in this iron 

But it is a permanent press 

Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest 

Leave you stiff 

Coroners make ashes of you 

In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you 

If I don't do it all I just dial my phone 

And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne 

If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit 

I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit 

Like Kirk Franklin and them 

Y'all just aint me 

I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key 

And what I'll do to God's children if they jerk me 

Hurt me , never , that'll be a sin 

I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10 

What 

C'mon niggas 

What 

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CHORUS 2X: 

[Eve and Jadakiss] 

You told me you would bust your guns for me 

(Yeah bust your gun dog) 

You said you'd always sling your pounds 

(Sling the hydro green) 

Now you're away and you're all that I need 

(You're all that I need baby) 

But L-O-X will hold it down 

(You know the LOX gonna hold it) 

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[Jadakiss] 

I'm back in the game 

I still ride the back of the train 

And sit right next to jake with a package of caine 

Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar 

I got the outtie T T the same color as fire 

You just gettin a name 

Puttin shit in the game 

Stop fakin 

I have your doorag lookin Jamaican 

Holey as the water in the front of the church 

Then find you with no back plus one in your earth 

I can't wait for the day you get murt 

'cause I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work 

I love myself , my family , and love my son 

Love my niggas and love white Air Force Ones 

And besides that I'm open off the dro and the guns 

And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums 

Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly 

Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me 

Uhh 

CHORUS 2X 

[Styles] 

I know it aint right 

For me to swear to God 

But I swear to God that I'll murder you dog 

And I know it aint right 

For me to sell dope 

Rob stores but I still gotta run from the law 

Twenty niggas in the clique 

How all of us pour 

In a three room apartment and we all on the floor 

I reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whip 

Now I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch 

Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists 

Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick 

I dont rock no jewels 

But I pops my tools 

And I work my coupe to do a buck 68 

P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face 

Or a cup full of liquor 

Come and fuck with you nigga 

'cause I make drug money 

Gotta take blood from me 

If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies 

CHORUS 3X