Casanova – OHB (feat. Chris Brown Lo) (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 1: Young Lo]
Yeah, I’m ridin’ like Pac, play Suge and get shot
I’m like Eazy on the corner, Ice Cube’s in a pot (boom boom boom)
Yeah, today was a good day
Made a mil off of Pills like Dr. Dre
‘Cause murder was the case that they gave me
I hit it doggy style, now Brenda got a baby
Hard as ice tea on me, they wanna get the guy
I pull that mac 10 and spray it with a crooked eye (where you blowin’)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
OHB, DMV, where you think it all started, nigga?
You started with ’em, I started trippin’, this Virginia
100 clips and I’m pushin’ T’s
On my Timbaland shit like I made the beat
I’m for real, my nigga, boy, don’t play with me
Shout out to Missy but ain’t no misdemeanors, we catchin’ felonies
Where you think you get all your drugs from?
How you know the plug? Where you think you get your guns from?
3 shooters, 3 shots, fish bombs like AI
Neck cold but I stay hot, we do walk ups, that’s a face shot
Richard Mille, yours a fake watch
I love pullin’ triggers, I don’t take shots

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 3: Casanova]
Let me bust a rhyme for you cats
Shoot up the club, I’m like Shyne with the gat
Throw your queen over the bridge
Tell your bitch this were Nas used to live
I’m from the jungle but it’s concrete
I bring havoc when I mob deep
Fuck around and be a dead man
I’m a Blood, you could call me red man
I’m in the telly with a lot of girls
Or in your bitch belly like I’m Tommy Bunds
And if I ever land on D block
I’ma wild out like the 3 LOX

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
[I’m a gorilla, nigga]
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

The Lox – What Else You Need To Know (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where that you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Puff played me the Benjamins I thought it was wack
Wrote a verse, next day I bought New York back
I was cool with that LOX shit, no solo plans
That’s why every song you heard was just my mans
I miss J-Lo, John Blaze, a whole lotta dough
I was with Whitney on projects, what else you need to know
Moms died from cancer, I felt like stopping
Still a couple of rap niggas that I feel like poppin’
Wasted a lot of money on the shit that I bought
Back then me and 50 would’ve Conan near fought
How they still spiting fire it’s killing them slow
‘Cause we loyal and y’all not, what else you need to know

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where that you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Went and got kilos with that Bad Boy advance
Me and ‘Zino was cool but I stabbed some of his mans
Trick Trick homies, almost cleaned my clock
Them Detroit niggas crazy, but I love that Ahk
Yeah, I came from the ghetto so I like shit rough
So I sorta spazzed out and threw that chair at puff
We had beef with the Roc, I was riding with the strap
Hov, Sigel, and Free could have all got clapped
But they was doing the same cause shit was like that
But these new niggas soft they don’t even fight back
But now I sell juice but I used to sell blow
Shot niggas, stabbed niggas but what else you need to know

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Before taking rap serious I had that work
Wrote a few songs for Diddy, yeah I got jerked
Just a young kid thinking that life ain’t fair
But I was mad cool with Biggie so I ain’t care
We was still selling blow, we ain’t like champagne
After that we did the ‘Let the LOX go’ campaign
That coulda went the wrong way, that woulda made that bad
Ruff Ryders, Jimmy Iovine paid that tab
Freestyles all the Clue tapes, we had that lock
Still hard for us to shine, X had that slot
Yeah, nigga the streets love us we still getting dough
Five kids, three baby mommas what else you need to know

[Hook: Sheek Louch & Styles P]
I’m a G on these streets, the hammer gon’ blow
The hood fucking with us but what else you need to know
I was gonna pull over, she was telling me go
I ain’t even wanna fuck her but what else you need to know
If my niggas looking for you, ain’t no where you can go
Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know
Houses, cars, weed, a lotta dough
LOX nigga, but what else you need to know

The Lox – Don’t You Cry (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I don’t care what your new shit did, I’m a god
You been on my dick since you was a kid
And I ain’t never fall off, I got greater
Took it as constructive criticism instead of calling you hater
After that I made more hits, made more knocks
While you was talking bout the LOX, I had the Range on your block
While you was sleeping on the floor, I was out on tour
Hittin’ the stage, getting head from some European whore
I’m like ‘please girl don’t you cry’
Momma said ‘trust nobody’ before she died
Count your money, grab your gun before you go outside
If you see me with that mask, bitch you better hide
What y’all niggas wanna do
We smack niggas and leave welts
Strip niggas for fake chains and fake belts
Please, girl don’t you cry

[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don’t you cry
Please, girl don’t you cry

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah, in the ranks they tryna move up
Right now in the game, sonically screwed up
Everybody bouncing or they boo’d up
I squeeze my shit ’til the handles chewed up
Straight insubordination, cocaine crusades, heroin off vacations
Black tape on a old shotty
My rap resume a wrap around your whole body
Legend is a understatement
Til they find your whole crew individually under basements
You just run your block, we run the nation
Pistols in the air, that’s gun inflation
If it ain’t David or Shawn, they under Jason
The ability to get it usually comes with patience
I got the G’s on my side, no women or kids so baby please don’t cry

[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don’t you cry
Please, girl don’t you cry

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Bringing the gun in the Devil’s den
Think about heaven in hell, laying his medicine
Deep in the [?], my brothers keeper, that’s evident
Brothers got seeds to feed, no hesitants
Takes a village to raise a child, grimey niggas to raise a foul
I was eating niggas food but none of it was for Halal
You don’t like me, you can get in the line leaving a pal
With a bunch of snake niggas that wasn’t even allowed
Stay high cause a serpent can never hide in the cloud
Please girl don’t you cry
I’m outside with my 9 and my .45
Papaya-colored Porsche won’t be puff smoke
Shoot the face of a cut throat
Now, I gotta hide in
Call my home in like please girl don’t you cry

[Hook: Sheek Louch]
Please, girl don’t you cry
Please, girl don’t you cry

The Lox – Hard Life (feat. Mobb Deep) (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Smoking loud with the top down
Burner on me, nigga, come and get me right now
Dope fiends in the hallway
Little niggas’ll clap something in broad day
Rose gold, princess cut
Pretty face, little titties, big butt
Thugged out, she with me like "nigga what?"
Big chain on my b-boy
We walk in these niggas get p-noid
Gem star make a nigga face keloid
Our 16s’ll have your crew destroyed
LOX them niggas you wanna evoid

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 2: Styles P]
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn’t do that a rat nigga’ll kill me
24 karat gold handguns, mink seats in the coupe, yes
Rooftop party with the real gangstas, spiral stairs in my duplex
All high and I’m looking at my bitch, and my money like "what should we do next?"
Real nigga ’till I die, if I can’t be real I’d rather die, yeah, I choose death

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh, I’ll shove my gun down your mouth
Like what was all that woopty woop about?
Greed is good
I get all this dope shit, you wish you could
I’m in a financial district, I don’t do broke Uber
SUV, I send for your hoe
So these are iconic bars
When I bust your head you see all kinds of stars
To see your whole world turned black
What’s done is done, there ain’t not turning back

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 4: Havoc]
Tie your shoelace, you rap niggas tripping
Fall face first when the pound start spitting
Same old dirt, really ain’t no difference
Fuck about a Grammy, they salute me in the trenches
Fuck about y’all, got a give-a-fuck fetish
First nigga feel some kind of way I’mma lay
I could have a beef with the world, never dead it
Your son in deep shit, mama love better pray
With your broken-ass gun, shit, looking like relics
Fear so bad when we see him we can smell it
Room full of goons, lay back with my Ls lit
Son got bagged, real Gs never tell shit
Did 5 on his head and his mouth closed
Came home, hit him off, ball like Gauchos
D-Block, Mobb Deep
H-A-V-O make money in his sleep

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
Top down in the winter time
If you on the boom list then it’s dinner time
Horse head in your bed just so send a sign
This is dope right here, nigga, get in line
Yeah, I’ve been a don since Benneton
Before you let a man hit me on the intercom
I find out they did him wrong then I get ’em gone
They on the roof with the scopes, have ’em hit him long
Yeah, we bomb shit like the Pentagon
Where that money go, nigga, what you spend it on?
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?

[Hook: Prodigy & Jadakiss]
LOX is that hard life, Mobb Deep is that real
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?
Infamous is that raw rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
Life’s difficult, death’s easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?