The Lox!
[Part I]
[Verse 1: GRIP]
Watch 'em blossom, I rose from the dirt with holes in my shirt, uh
Same Glock 40 I've been totin' since birth
Know what you're worth before you sell your soul for a dollar
And them chips is not yours, I need the whole enchilada
I done went toe to toe, blow for blow with the squabblers
Mode since a toddler, stole from the store with my partners
And rode in Impalas with the scammers and the robbers
Big banana in the blammer sure to handle any problems
I'm clutchin' my shit at any sign of funny business
I got this toolie to maneuver through the monkey wrenches
You can assume my mama been knew that her son's a menace
At age two, all I wanted was a gun for Christmas
Run the slums with misfits, jumpin' fences, niggas dumpin' biscuits
With the numbers missin', bullets hummin', whistlin', oh, here comes forensics
Police hunt for witness, and ain't hear nothin' but crickets
Gotta have tunnel vision, this jungle's vicious
[Part II]
[Chorus: GRIP]
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps
[Verse 2: GRIP]
Nigga, we was in 'partments, back-a-flippin' on pissy mattresses
Now I be havin' it (Havin' it)
Wreakin' havoc on any nigga actin' like it's some static
Don't care what your status is (Status)
Statistician, I'm good with them numbers
But I ain't addin' up no hooks or no jumpers
Or triple-doubles, niggas trippin', I'm doublin', triplin' dubs
And fifties and hunnids, huh
Ándale (Ándale), vámonos (vámonos)
I ain't tryna fight, Napoleon Dynamite (Uh)
Bitch, you know that the llama close
Got too much goin' on to respond to posts from these Twitter thugs
On the 'net, you like 2Pac on "Hit 'Em Up"
When you see me, it's, "GRIP, oh shit, it's love
Can my girlfriend get a hug?" (Can my girlfriend get a hug?)
I done seen niggas switch the demeanor and pick up the nina
And flick up in Bimmers to fit in (Huh?)
But your last album, it was Kumbaya, my Lord (Kumbaya, my Lord)
Who is you kiddin'?
Get this shit how you livin'
I ain't never worried 'bout another nigga pockets (Uh-huh)
GRIPPER had to go and get this shit poppin'
Really wasn't no other options, I want the, I want the
[Chorus: GRIP]
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps
[Verse 3: Tate228]
Ayy, bitch, we came from the bottom, got bathed in the struggle
But my troubles turned to accomplishments
Hear the talks on the 'net, but some shots at they neck'll
Make hatin' shit turn into compliments (Woah)
Think I'm playin', you gamble? Ayy, bet on your life
Fuck it, double down twice and come try again (Come on)
Let me know if it's beef when we meet in the crease of these seats (Huh?)
I keep condiments
How you go from havin' scholarship
To claimin' big slime? You better stop that shit (Ha, ha, stop)
You got a strap in your hand, but I see in your face
That you too scared to pop a zit (Pshh)
Boy, y'all be ass backwards, how your pants saggin'
With no guap, just some pocket lint? (Y'all, run it up)
You know I been runnin' it up with these pads in the front
Boy, I think I can stop a blitz (Ha, ha)
Get off your ass and get active, quit actin' (Ha, ha)
I get that mail and rip it out that package (Ha, ha)
Money, power and respect wrapped in plastic (Ha, ha)
Once it scaled, I make it do gymnastics (Yeah, alright)
Somersaultin', got it flippin' through traffic
I sold three bros out the door, that's a hat trick
Counted me out, but I still made it happen
Tell them labels cut a check, we can half it
Nigga, 'cause—
[Chorus: GRIP]
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps
