[Intro: E-Snaps]
Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz
Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo
[E-Snaps]
You doin` what you doin`, let`s get it
Starvin` and you robbin`, and you catch a nigga slippin`, best get `em
Hit `em where the good Lord split him
Introduce myself, go booth yourself
In the far left lane, and I`m, hydro planed
And I`m, slingin` my `caine, don`t care how you feel
Checkin` out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin` right, get it right
Papi of this motherfuckin` thing, truck tight
Rollin` with my niggaz, we ain`t lookin` for no fights
Now pop one in your head, that`s all she said
It`s time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I ain`t even talkin` bout my jams
Clipped up, so any nigga frontin`, gettin` banned
Give `em all ten in his chin, I`m all in
[Chorus 4X: Meeno]
Move back, move back, you can`t fuck with me, huh
I`m from the click called N.I.B
[Meeno]
Next up, I believe that`s me
Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy
Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground
Worth of stones, nothin` less on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya`ll dudes want my recipe?
Here`s what ya`ll do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that`s just how I do
Everybody sayin`, boy too souped up
Nah, I`m just hot, plus Bentley Coup`d up
Who put, you too busy holdin` the stoupe up
Ya`ll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe`a
I`m like Juve`, I need it in my life
Got fifty birds flyin` in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice
Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice
[Chorus 4X]
[Tony Wink]
Who you know spit flows, get dough like I
In the L.A.B.`s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I`ve seen, back in late `95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin` and clickin` on both sides
Of course we gon` ride, ride over the competition
The real has arrived, ya`ll bitch niggaz is finished
All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant
Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin` they gon` catch the God slippin`
I`m always on point and I`m always packin` my weapon
You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon` respect it
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace
I`m what you can`t be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
It`s the god free, and L.A.B.`s, one two, check it
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Jae Millz]
Remix! Huh, yeah, it`s 101, what?
You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem
Harlem, right here, Harlem
You gon` stupid if you don`t bounce to this man
You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it`s only right
They know what it is, man, remix
[Jae Millz]
Move back, its no touchin` me, I`m from that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don`t give a fuck what party it is
I`m still in the club wearin` sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin` dubs with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise
Huh, your home boy game so raw
And I ain`t even gotta say my name no more
Haters wanna give my name to the law
But punchin` and kickin`, to kick us all, they can blame you for
Might catch me in the `Lac with Snaps
Or lightin` sticky green `dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the hood and you ain`t no coward, well me neither
And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move
back)
[Drag-On]
This your boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin`, just result to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash
Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath
Three fifty Z, burnin` the Ave
I`m old school, I still got the fiends burnin` the glass
I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face
I`m a little bit too hard for the radios to play
I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse
I let my tool go, ya`ll niggaz just studio killas
Nigga, I`mma killa in the studio
I got guns that`ll hollow a wall
Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all
Ya`ll niggaz want hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?
[Cardan]
They ask, who`s that, that`s P-Cardi
And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari
You know I`m strapped, you know I`m strapped, I got the heat on me
And what I`m wearin`, and what I`m wearin`, a long Bigari
Thinkin` I`m Joe Clark, nigga, try to `lean on me`
But if he is, like Biggie said, `he gon` bleed`
Niggaz ain`t hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go against that, green, I go against your, brain
And don`t fuck with me and the kid, I`ve been a daddy all my life
No `dro, we gon` blow that alley all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon` it crackin` here tonight
Greasin`, Meen` on the front, with Snappy on my right
If rap don`t work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those ain`t hoes, so then you know we ain`t pimpin`
I`m on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain`t slippin`
Too close, hold somethin`, or now I know Cardy didn`t
[Terra Blacks]
And if he know, what keep me little
Think you know, I think it later
See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter
You up north, singin` just like Anita Baker
Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder
Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster
With them and I for black gangster (huh, I`m from the click called N.I.B.)
[Ol` Dirty Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin` tired
Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it
All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin` out my mitten
I`m comin` off top, my moves are unwritten
Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither
But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I`m forever
Women desirin`, jobs is hiring
Money admiring, never keep tiring
Rhymin` ain`t nothin`, the easiest job ever
And I`m doing mine, holdin` it together
While money quadruple, from playin` the cripple
Drinkin` from a titty nipple, sippin` on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin`, from keep gettin` dippin`
The mic I`m rippin`, the record skippin`
The pussy drippin`, the wet got me slippin`
The bitch I`m strippin`, I`m platinum shippin`
[Chorus 4X]
