Think Of The LOX feat. Westside Gunn & Benny The Butcher

You know who it is
 Hey
 Large Pro what up
 Living Off Xperience you know
 If the love don't work, what will money do?
 I'ma need that G pick up truck colored honeydew (Woo)
 Cantaloupe color the interior
 Whoever act superior, we'll pop him with a 22
 Have a carm in the condo with 22
 Birds holding birds coming up Route 22
 Ain't a cup of liquor but niggas know he's a 100 proof
 Cut the legs off of niggas saying they run with you
 I'm the pot head, the cool homie to vibe with
 Violate, you oughta bring a homie to die with
 I blow a eighth, think of states that I could buy in
 Cop in a state think of weight that I could fly in
 Can you hear me now like Verizon?
 King of New York, bang your head right on a hydrant
 Pops always told me to think out the box
 So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX
 Ayo
 Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad
 You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back
 Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)
 The real locked up and the rest are dead
 That's facts
 Thirty plus clips in that stack
 I aim for the body but I hit all that
 These rap niggas ain't real
 Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel
 Yo, leaning on a toy like a B-Boy
 Parked the whip
 Make my son come downstairs and watch Bruce Leroy
 Last Dragon, pants sagging, nigga, Don Don's here
 I'm out for the season and I ain't have Achilles tear
 I'm Emirates Air, Shakira got the window seat
 I light something and go dumb on a Large Pro beat
 Who fucking with us? I only use a fifth of my brain
 And I'm still better than them niggas tryna be Wayne
 I move that cane like a blind man
 I'm caked out without a million plus SoundScan
 My skin looking like I found the youth fountain (Look at me baby)
 And jumped in and got the red Louis
 Duffle with the fucking pump in it (Shit)
 White Wraith space you could put clump in it
 Passing the grave yard, I can see Trump in it
 Mama always told me to think out the box
 So when you think about the best, nigga, think of The LOX
 Ayo
 Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad
 You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back
 Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)
 The real locked up and the rest are dead
 That's facts
 Thirty plus clips in that stack
 I aim for the body but I hit all that
 These rap niggas ain't real
 Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel
 Yo, riding through them blocks in them foreigns like baby chariots
 Had to run it up or these niggas, won't take me serious
 Real life street shit, niggas know how I carry it
 She can't sit on this leather interior on her period
 'Bout to get the coupe with the gun slot in the rear of it
 The 20-22 like I forgot what year it is
 Wanted it, I went and got it
 Now I'm sharing it
 From tossin' money bags in the closet, I built a pyramid
 Took my respect living off experience
 Stories about my hood got me living all luxurious
 Racks on racks, stacked right in the closet
 Need another stash house, I might get one in Yonkers
 I did it, look how I benefitted from them losses
 Paying back connects and paying all them loyals
 Got work if you niggas can't afford you a verse
 Still make my bitch ride with the joint in her purse
 Ayo
 Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad
 You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back
 Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)
 The real locked up and the rest are dead
 That's facts
 Thirty plus clips in that stack
 I aim for the body but I hit all that
 These rap niggas ain't real
 Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel
 I've been getting money so you know I want more
 I'm live at the barbeque looking at the front door
 Got the glow like I just came home from off tour
 Got the Plain Jane AP on, off-shore
 Skybox doing what a owner would do
 Couple hundred mil' over a Corona or two
 Every day I face off with a zone of the glue (Gorilla)
 Then spend the old paper up and paytron to the new
 First we gone beat the odds then we even it up
 No ice on rabbit ears, leaving 'em stuck
 Ask me they was better off leaving them tucked
 There's four pipes on everything even the trucks
 In the foreign, listening to Lauryn
 The joint about Zion, these niggas is lying
 Put hands on 'em and the sneak dissing it stops
 So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX
 Ayo
 Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad
 You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back
 Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)
 The real locked up and the rest are dead
 That's facts
 Thirty plus clips in that stack
 I aim for the body but I hit all that
 These rap niggas ain't real
 Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel