Artist: The LOX Album: No Selfies (S) Song: No Selfies Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Sheek Louch] D-BLOCK!! Aiyyo Glazer! Aiiyo aiyyo Uneek (Where that liquor at son?) Sometimes you gotta grab one of these break beats real quick and just Body that shit you nah mean? New York style, aiyyo ‘Kiss aiyyo Styles! [Verse One: Sheek Louch] Mu’fuckers know I’m travelin the globe!!! And I rock like I’m rhyming in the Rogue breakdancing in the strobe (WOO!) Pop lockin, glock poppin, black stockin Yankee hat low we in here club rockin (D-BLOCK!!!!) Smokin like a chimney (Chimney) Smokin like I’m in a pool piff for niggas to come get me Get me?! Thirty on my wrist boy (Yeah!) Crash the whip two hundred on my next tour WOO! Fuck we need to talk about?! (HA!) It’s no talkin when the mu’fuckin guns is out Can’t rap with your motherfuckin tongue out IG ain’t the same with your tongue out Yeah! We murderers nigga Mighty mighty D-Block yeah you heard of us nigga (No doubt) My money ain’t the same youngin (No) I could +Throw It In The Bag+ like Fab said at Tiffany stores (Ok) I could pull up in a boat on any one of these shores I still got the money from my last three tours!!! S-S-S-Sell merch make a hindred back Sold crack had to run like a running back (DONNIE!!!) I’m sorry your honor I’m married to the streets so I married Juana (Let’s go!) Blow sum’n or get rich nigga!!! And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! [Verse Two: Jadakiss] Uh! Yeah ‘cause that ain’t cool Tryin to be somethin you ain’t but that ain’t you I pop tags everyday but the gat ain’t new And you don’t have to believe this but that ain’t true I could make you disappear I’ll vanish you I’m in the hood every corner like Spanish food Alot of these dudes is thirsty, famish too Get the money nigga that’s what the plan is too I will rap circles around him and his crew (Uh huh) Put one fifty on it like ten to two I’m an animal I belong in the zoo I’m use to winnin, I do what the winners do A couple hundred thou’ whenever I’m in the mood Cemetary silence when I’m in the room (SHHH!!!) I will pay for his casket, and his tomb I got him hazed up yacked up and I’m shroomed Gets busy with the hawk nigga and I boom Choppers in the crib f’in it in my roon Pealin everybody out me and my goons If they remand me, Walkman, in my looms ‘Cause all I need is a little weed in my tombs Wake up and your life will just end by noon S-S-S-S-So blow sum’n or get rich nigga!!! And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! What What?! [Verse Three: Styles P] No selfies no usies Thinkin I’m a calm down niggas is so lucky Charles Lee Ray these niggas you know +Chucky+ Homie got life in the cell you know Bucky Wanna see a killer at work nigga than touch me My gun talked to me he tellin me don’t tuck me Might sound crazy only you better pay me That kid take a knap, I’ll kidnap the baby (Word) I’ll take the gun and butt fuck your lady ‘Kiss got the weed I’ll bet you it smell hazy I got the weed I bet you will smell sour Louch get a word I’ll kill you the next hour See your mom later I’m givin that bitch flowers I ain;t shit at least I know it Got a pound full of weed and at least I blow it Got the mic plugged in, at least I’m flowin I got plants out in Cali at least I’m growin Yeah-Y-Y-Yeah but I ain’t mature Said In wanna kill niggas but I ain’t for sure What’s a bong a bamboo if it ain’t the raw?! (Yeah) Might blow the dutch with ‘Kiss Or me and Sheek Louch might fuck your bitch (D-Block!!!) Blow sum’n or get rich nigga!!! And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! [Chorus: The LOX] (Sheek Louch) (*Jadakiss) And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!) And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (*What What What!) And stop takin selfies you bitch nigga!!!! (WOO!)