[Intro: Styles P]
L-O-X shit, nigga
Trinity, ayy
Hah (hah)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Whatchu think we do this shit for? Nigga, we was piss poor
Coke on the fifth floor
Fourth to the third and the second and the first and the sixth
Outside from the first to the sixth
Flippin' on a brick that I got from a Spanish nigga
Standin' with the cannon just ready to blam a nigga
Skippin' on a court 'cause the judge'll remand a nigga
Niggas say it's love but I know they can't stand a nigga, yeah
I'm familiar with the life
I got the fuck out 'cause I'm familiar with the night
And a knife and the ice and a car that is high priced
Gettin' knocked from the cops and spinnin' the yard twice
Thousand push-ups a night, hittin' the bar twice
Reminiscin' over pussy and money and bar fights
Me? I hit the X and get hit in the hard right
'Bout to blend in with the stars, my nigga, I'm alright
Half sun, half moon, my nigga, I'm all bright
If you fuck with The LOX, you know that it's on sight
Master of the goon talk, yet and still a wizard barefoot in a blizzard
I could fuck around and moonwalk
Hustle, I could talk to a fork, knock a spoon off
May pay me enough, nigga, I knock June off
It's the Phantom, call me an entity
Soul is real, old, my nigga, couple of centuries, yeah
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