Bout Shit - The Lox, DMX

LOX Shit nigga

Livin off Xperience

You feel it in the air, don’t you?

Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that bane had

Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan

Donnie’s a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers

Gun on the wait, while I wait for niggas

Plate full of plants

If you wanna die y’all know the devil, go ahead and pick the date for the dance

I’m in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone

On a money call, then take the advance

50/50 split, take mine’s on the back end

Business going good, take the profit, put it back in

Reaganomics in effect, rooftops with cartels, honoring the set

My outfit, put you out kid

Fuck about the plug, cause we the outlet

Yardie homie got a tech, and he on that stout shit

Latin homie got the coke and he on that Ralph shit

You ain’t really bout shit

We let the dogs out

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Bam, bam, you in the Lord’s house

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Y-O nigga, we going all out

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Find you a shelter, we gone fall out

Man come on, come on

They call me the microwave, cause I hit em with hot shit

Quick, got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink

We ain’t playing with you niggas

In the trunk I got them things that I’m spraying at you nigga

Think something funny, y’all keep laughing

Nigga already dead, Imma keep stabbing

Been a loose cannon, been putting work in

Name ringing bells, from school street to Warburton

Niggas talk about battle, but they ain’t battle dog

My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues

Fuck you battle for, you know you ain’t winning

X been the grim reaper since the beginning

These new rappers got me like what the fuck is you doing

You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doing

If you ain’t spitting the truth, then the shut the fuck up

Fuck you, suck my dick, now what

You ain’t really bout shit

We let the dogs out

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Bam, bam, you in the Lord’s house

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Y-O nigga, we going all out

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Find you a shelter, we gone fall out

Man come on, come on

All this fake love around here, I know how it feel

You could just say wassup, I could tell it ain’t real

Nigga came home from somehwere, I could tell it ain’t jail

No music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail

Can’t tell them all yo plans, because they want you to fail

Nigga hate when you be moving, they rather you be still

Keep track of me, watch the back of me

I pop up more than my son’s acne

Cut em into pieces, body in the freezers

I don’t drink lean, so I don’t be catchin seizures

With the cheese, I’m like Lil Caesars

Fuck your debit card, and your lil visas

Coke game, dope game, niggas been around that

Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at

Trap game, rap game, niggas made hits

LOX, D-Block, get off our dicks

Pretty much are who we are now

We shed light on a city with a dark cloud

We bought Diddy through, even bought the Rs out

In a lot with the trucks and the cars out

And we never said once, if it wasn’t for us

Hindsight I look back, it just wasn’t enough

The fake love got exposed, just wasn’t the lust

Find out who’s who, you seek others to trust

It was already bars, we was already stars

Couldn’t make us more related than we already are

It was written already, meaning it was already God

And we came from the bottom so it was already hard

Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different

My contract is much bigger, so the inks different

My outlet, not about my outfit

How you feel about shit, you ain’t really bout shit nigga

You ain’t really bout shit

We let the dogs out

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Bam, bam, you in the Lord’s house

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Y-O nigga, we going all out

Man, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Find you a shelter, we gone fall out

Man come on, come on

You ain’t really bout shit

Come on, come on