Lox - All For The Love Lyrics
[jadakiss]Whats the deally yo? <wha? >I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones(jadakiss...)Yeah (I like that)Squeeze the juice outta the headphonesYo, yo yo[verse 1]When you think of me you think of a problemWho? what? when? and how you gonna solve emAutomatic or revolvingThe k I double s and, heres the lessonMost beams is infared, but mines is flourescentNo matter where you go, ima spot youNo matter how many people you put me in front of, ima rock youAnd if you try to be the hard top, ima drop youI got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop youCreep threw, in the 4-20 with your honeyCuz you aint nuthin but a playboy that turned bunnyAnd the only the thing left to discuss is more moneyIn these ? ? ? games these chickens, try to run meYall know yall cant touch us, I flow lushesIts so real I make her hop out, and get the dutchesIm sittin on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (why? )Cuz a pictures, worth a thousand wordsAint yall heard? yall get what yall deservedYall do the catering, while we just get servedAnd you got some nerve, for p-hingJason, do you have any idea who you facing?Just something about my shit, youll never figure outIts hot its burning my mouth, thats why I spit it outIt must be, real hard for yall to listenAnd its sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention[chorus]Chilling, sittin on about half a millionAnd all my niggas, all my guns, all my womenNext two years I should see about a billionAll for the love of drug dealing-repeat-[verse 2]Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, bullet proof designer shirtRolling with a china doll, shell be reminding yallDon of the underworld, every block minded it of courseJadakiss and l-o-x bossA pro cause I grow off the shit that I absorbYou just another so and so, trying to flow, going brokeYou trying to buy property, set it up for growing cokeNiggas making a movie, so I came to editWiping everybody out, right before the creditsIm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song withWhen shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shitThe prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardestSlash con artist, gonna get mine regardlessI aint even big and I size niggas upCuz they eyes give em up, look at em and see they buttIm 22 with 10 ends so there that goYou hear that flow, and drove the underground wackoEvery since 12 Ive been spittin like tabaccoRelax though, pop the tape cd and the wax thoughThey wonder how, but the thing about oursWe open up 24 hoursNiggas dont sleep with eat so when they speak it mean powerSo you should keep quiet, you a cowardAbout to be layed out flat, and pushing up flowers[chorus to fade]
