[Round 1: Loaded Lux]
You know he gon' bring the poker game face, he done studied the game tapes
Well let him come, shit he could tell me what side I look better from
I'm never sprung, marks think they test smart and they step sharp
That's why I make that ass look bad like stretch marks
Catch hard feelings and, slack up like high waters the tides on ya'
I'm back for the side order, try warn him
Man play mega I'm Vega with a pen
Slip dog, get ripped more than Schwarzenegger in the gym
Shit, day he get a win, there'll be visiting stations
Rivers and nations, Mars'll have civilization
He's a phony henchman
You in Lux house, you flinch you get duffed out like you drinking with Homer Simpson
It's no contending, and this my third hobby, with words I'll be
Next to rule, and I ain't Irv Gotti
Shit moms knew it long through it schooling ya', jotting my wrongdoings where they duke it and throwing hadoukens
Ain't no being 'all you can'
B is a dead guy running, his chest lies pumping
His head throb, punches , and his left eye jumping
You repped yo' side, my set gon' ride
Lies, tell me gas prices had you petrified
I shot both sides, when crossing I run the route
I'm the king, I cue pawns, now cut it out
You know what this shit about, son it's the fling
You gon' either jump in the ring or get under the wing
Ain't sharing with the dogs, we got shit to clear the mall
I be in your lobby letting that thing sing, I be airing halls (Aaron Hall)
He don't wanna spar mucus
His bitch spit better, lips wet up, she done been in more laps than Carl Lewis
I write my wrongdoings 'bout life in the hard ruin
The metro card student, he duck and he dodge truant
How you living Miles?
"In my mom's roof I'm hostage, can't fondle my ostrich
Got a job moving boxes"
I pitch the trap grams
Put down that same hustle, distribute rap jams
My disc get wrapped, scanned - my lyrics backhand
More DVD niggas tried to put me on a (onto) Cam than a Diplomat fan
He don't click and clack cans, Miles hit dust if his shot bust
He like a Grand Theft cheat code, his guns just popped up
He gon' say I'm wrong, well, when he right (write)
I come heavy he gon' bitch up - this emcee light (MC Lyte)
I come to town like [?], wallet or I'm violent
I beat you till you leaking violet
And they thought Big was the wildest
'Lux who on your level new?'
Very few, measured to a medical incredible never met a dude better who
Think they on my pedestal
Get my fist in ya' whole mouth
I'm Theraflu, I be knocking these niggas cold out
And I don't hold out, it's strike first then the pipe burst
Might jerk, squeeze on niggas like tight shirts
Duck or your head a be struck, your life dirt
We come through, Con Edison trucks - you light work
You know he gon' bring the poker game face, he done studied the game tapes
Well let him come, shit he could tell me what side I look better from
I'm never sprung, marks think they test smart and they step sharp
That's why I make that ass look bad like stretch marks
Catch hard feelings and, slack up like high waters the tides on ya'
I'm back for the side order, try warn him
Man play mega I'm Vega with a pen
Slip dog, get ripped more than Schwarzenegger in the gym
Shit, day he get a win, there'll be visiting stations
Rivers and nations, Mars'll have civilization
He's a phony henchman
You in Lux house, you flinch you get duffed out like you drinking with Homer Simpson
It's no contending, and this my third hobby, with words I'll be
Next to rule, and I ain't Irv Gotti
Shit moms knew it long through it schooling ya', jotting my wrongdoings where they duke it and throwing hadoukens
Ain't no being 'all you can'
B is a dead guy running, his chest lies pumping
His head throb, punches , and his left eye jumping
You repped yo' side, my set gon' ride
Lies, tell me gas prices had you petrified
I shot both sides, when crossing I run the route
I'm the king, I cue pawns, now cut it out
You know what this shit about, son it's the fling
You gon' either jump in the ring or get under the wing
Ain't sharing with the dogs, we got shit to clear the mall
I be in your lobby letting that thing sing, I be airing halls (Aaron Hall)
He don't wanna spar mucus
His bitch spit better, lips wet up, she done been in more laps than Carl Lewis
I write my wrongdoings 'bout life in the hard ruin
The metro card student, he duck and he dodge truant
How you living Miles?
"In my mom's roof I'm hostage, can't fondle my ostrich
Got a job moving boxes"
I pitch the trap grams
Put down that same hustle, distribute rap jams
My disc get wrapped, scanned - my lyrics backhand
More DVD niggas tried to put me on a (onto) Cam than a Diplomat fan
He don't click and clack cans, Miles hit dust if his shot bust
He like a Grand Theft cheat code, his guns just popped up
He gon' say I'm wrong, well, when he right (write)
I come heavy he gon' bitch up - this emcee light (MC Lyte)
I come to town like [?], wallet or I'm violent
I beat you till you leaking violet
And they thought Big was the wildest
'Lux who on your level new?'
Very few, measured to a medical incredible never met a dude better who
Think they on my pedestal
Get my fist in ya' whole mouth
I'm Theraflu, I be knocking these niggas cold out
And I don't hold out, it's strike first then the pipe burst
Might jerk, squeeze on niggas like tight shirts
Duck or your head a be struck, your life dirt
We come through, Con Edison trucks - you light work
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