Styles P
We Back
[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah
Sheek Louch
Eh yo, Kiss
[?] Styles P
[?] n***as
[?] right?
Fuck it, let's go

[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
[?] this microphone
[?] the hood, [?]
[?] 20 pieces in the drug free zone
Still like conversation, when I talk on the phone
[?]
[?] rap like I'm [?]
[?] when it's beef, get the chopper
[?] a trash can like I'm Oscar
More boddies, more crack, more guns
I figured we'd come back, make a couple more 1's
Hit, already looking at a thousand on my sons
[?]
[?] Dr. Dres [?] Slick ricks and [?]
You never heard [?] do it like we do
More money, but this not [?]
Sheek Louch homie, microphone killer
No shirt on, Silverback Gorilla
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Original coke movers, I see these [?]
[?] go smoother, the [?] tryna lose her
It gotta be god, if [?] devils
The hole in the wall, pool table, that ain't level
I mean to offend you, if you dropped an album in the last ten years, then my D.N.A. is in you
Can't be [?] wishing too
[?] these lil n***as know who they listen to
Finally the underdogs over the hump
[?] cash man, [?] over the pump
Snitches [?] me, as far as the bitches, they still thirsty
As far as the riches, I'm still worthy
Whatever you want, I can get it by the thousand
Knock it off like [?] housing
I can drop a [?] it hit you
Kiss [?] book or the motion picture
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack

[Verse 3: Styles P]
What else can I say that the others didn't?
L.O.X. tought you everything that your mother didn't
I shoot the gun till the trigger break
All the rubber missing
Go and get another one
You on another mission
There's no one like me, quite frankley [?]
I'll put your [?]
All on your Nikes
Still talk block shit
Whole lotta [?]
But I'm from the streets, so I never take nonsense
You don't want your arm bent, folloed by your throat slit
[?] take a ride on the Ghost ship
More boddies, more guns, more crack
More [?], more shots, more n***as that's running [?] stacks
Talk to the cartells, never on the phone though
Only on my front yard, when I get my lawn moed
You don't want a bullit in your [?] or your cornroes
L.O.X. is back, [?] tell them that it's on, yo
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherfucker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherfucker
More boddies, more guns, more crack