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The Lox - Isley Money Lyrics



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You'll never see or hear niggas like this again, my nigga
Facts (Vinny Idol, nigga)

It used to be a fistful of dollars, bag full of fish scale
All for the fiscal, let the Hemi fishtail
Ock when I work, hit the block, it's a big sale
And we got them semis tucked, we ain't lettin' shit fail
Before I had juice spots, used to want to shoot cops
'Rivin' in the 5, knockin' "All Eyez" by Tupac (All Eyez, All Eyez)
Pull off in first, let jerk in second
Re-up on the 31st, need work by second
I'ma get 'em some lead, it's all authentic
Little cash-in fiend is the real epidemic
I got Bush academics, a little Reaganomics
Got paid off of trees when Dr. Dre made "The Chronic"
Got drug dealer dreams that figure that have the wrong sleep
If I die or do 25, then it's on me
Now I got the juice, I get the Drac money out the booth
And the real f*ckboys get the deuce
Ghost

Isley money
Ayy, yo
Ayy, yo, Vin, let the monkeys out, nigga
Mr. Big type shit

You can't be quiet, when you hear us, you get excited
Nigga, like, woo, your motherf*ckin' boys is back (LOX)
Came a long way from hustlin' crack, hidin' my pack
Me and Bizzy baggin' up when niggas was taggin' up (uh-huh)
Writin' griffiti on the wall, I was killin' them all
Like, went from corners in the elevator
To havin' fun to droppin' fifty on a Navigator
And 9-5, two rangers barely knew how to drive
But now the high yellow Sky Dweller tell me the time
And only a certain amount can get my niggas to rhyme (D-Block)
Sick as the flu, everythin' we spit to niggas is-
Tell me what y'all want us to do (let's go)
We done gave y'all hits, hood shit
Dope-ass freestyles, ha, some funny-ass skits
You probably ridin' around listenin' to our shit right now
Like, "I'm glad these niggas from my town"
Let's go

Isley money
Mr. Big type shit

Yeah, your whole life's in your handheld
They say these new kids is smarter, I can't tell
They ain't come out with a drug that I can't sell
Keep that money on your mind, but you can't dwell
Nah, show you what that metal do
Build your brand up, get your revenue
LOX, the only other three letters
Probably more powerful than that is federal (FBI)
F-Class, the diamond choke is shiny
Was responsible for most of the dope in the 90s
From the back blocks where all of the vultures are grimy
It feels good to have most of the culture behind me (come on)
Now, I'm just tryin' to make it grow (yeah)
Felice a dub now, we can take in dough
A couple of lines in every verse that'll make you go
Ah-ha, yeah

Isley money
Mr. Big type shit
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You'll never see or hear niggas like this again, my nigga
Facts (Vinny Idol, nigga)

It used to be a fistful of dollars, bag full of fish scale
All for the fiscal, let the Hemi fishtail
Ock when I work, hit the block, it's a big sale
And we got them semis tucked, we ain't lettin' shit fail
Before I had juice spots, used to want to shoot cops
'Rivin' in the 5, knockin' "All Eyez" by Tupac (All Eyez, All Eyez)
Pull off in first, let jerk in second
Re-up on the 31st, need work by second
I'ma get 'em some lead, it's all authentic
Little cash-in fiend is the real epidemic
I got Bush academics, a little Reaganomics
Got paid off of trees when Dr. Dre made "The Chronic"
Got drug dealer dreams that figure that have the wrong sleep
If I die or do 25, then it's on me
Now I got the juice, I get the Drac money out the booth
And the real f*ckboys get the deuce
Ghost

Isley money
Ayy, yo
Ayy, yo, Vin, let the monkeys out, nigga
Mr. Big type shit

You can't be quiet, when you hear us, you get excited
Nigga, like, woo, your motherf*ckin' boys is back (LOX)
Came a long way from hustlin' crack, hidin' my pack
Me and Bizzy baggin' up when niggas was taggin' up (uh-huh)
Writin' griffiti on the wall, I was killin' them all
Like, went from corners in the elevator
To havin' fun to droppin' fifty on a Navigator
And 9-5, two rangers barely knew how to drive
But now the high yellow Sky Dweller tell me the time
And only a certain amount can get my niggas to rhyme (D-Block)
Sick as the flu, everythin' we spit to niggas is-
Tell me what y'all want us to do (let's go)
We done gave y'all hits, hood shit
Dope-ass freestyles, ha, some funny-ass skits
You probably ridin' around listenin' to our shit right now
Like, "I'm glad these niggas from my town"
Let's go

Isley money
Mr. Big type shit

Yeah, your whole life's in your handheld
They say these new kids is smarter, I can't tell
They ain't come out with a drug that I can't sell
Keep that money on your mind, but you can't dwell
Nah, show you what that metal do
Build your brand up, get your revenue
LOX, the only other three letters
Probably more powerful than that is federal (FBI)
F-Class, the diamond choke is shiny
Was responsible for most of the dope in the 90s
From the back blocks where all of the vultures are grimy
It feels good to have most of the culture behind me (come on)
Now, I'm just tryin' to make it grow (yeah)
Felice a dub now, we can take in dough
A couple of lines in every verse that'll make you go
Ah-ha, yeah

Isley money
Mr. Big type shit
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Writer: Angela Winbush, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Randy Ousley, Sean Jacobs
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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