Break it Down - The Lox

I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun

Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X

Yeah, it’s the trinity nigga you feel the energy

Break it down, break it down

Living off experience nigga you can’t test us

Imma watch your eyes and all of your hand gestures

Smoke and get high and channel my ancestors

Heading out of town in the burgundy tan Tesla

Lower in the Ralph shirt blow it to the outskirts

Kill everything my emergency plan is messed up

11 9's in the 911

Your 7, 6 shoties in the six series

You get it, with a grenade in my coat

And a bomb in my crib

I stay calm if the shits litty

Yeah, it’s the trinity nigga you feeling energy

Chef in Hell’s kitchen Sin City is my vicinity

Automatic, semi automatic or revolver on the ankle with a shottie in the trunk

for the enemies

Keep em close to you

Told my niggas if I die don’t cry I swear to god I would leave my ghost to you

I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun

Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X

Yeah, it’s the trinity nigga you feel the energy

Break it down, break it down

Homicide let his momma know, her boys a rap

He wouldn’t listen tried to warn him them niggas would clap

He hard headed now them hollow tips shells embedded

I seen him laying there I told paramedics forget it

I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun

My whole lifestyle is fast I’m formula one

I freestyle with Big I even did songs with Pun

I got rich, overall my career’s been fun

But whoa, even though I’m spitting find ways to hate this

You can’t copy my autopsy it’ll show greatness

I’m a legend in this fucking game

Especially now all these rapper niggas sound the same

Whip this, cook up that I’m in the trap

Nigga please you never even touch the crack

Little Usess we put Yonkers on the Map

D Block, L-O-X your boys is back

I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun

Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X

Yeah, it’s the trinity nigga you feel the energy

Break it down, break it down

Yo!

Less baseheads coke prices is getting higher

That stash you had, the sneaker boxes is getting lighter

These little niggas is shooting shit, but he a fighter

Good cat, he need to learn how to be a tiger

Tray tables the seats up for the deasent

Street shit, we blue print for the cement

If they see me after the flight I chuck em the deuces

I’m in the villa high up with double masseuses

P put me in the game we bubbling juices

More money less fame the trouble is useless

Yea, if you can make it you could stack it

Come in your crib and smell the bodega on my jacket

Advance technology, laser on the racket

When I hit my number I ain’t playing with this rap shit

The strongest son, longest run

Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X