Goin’ Be Some Shit * lyrics

Artist  : Lox 
Song : Goin’ Be Some Shit *



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I think it’s time I start feelin bit*hy
I’ve been too nice, too muthaf**kin long
Yeah, it’s definately time I get nasty
[goin’ be some shit]

Sheek:
Yeah, yo, well if I can’t talk less squall
finish streets like the westerns
Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar
faces
First y’all industry niggas shut the f**k up
Swear you know a nigga’s sh*t by readin the
vibe
Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your
life
I stop the presses, don’t let this be your last
interview you do
I say it straight, print it straight to avoid
this bullet wound boo
And y’all niggas kill me with that windy
williams shit
Well see a playa (? ), swear a nigga puff jerkin
niggas money
Something ain’t right, them niggas ain’t got
no whips
Where they rolley’s at, but f**k y’all we got
more chips
Shit y’all doin nothin, I can buy a (? ) for a
bit*h
Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act
like we married
We ain’t engaged, don’t be mad if I don’t
take you backstage
Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don’t you
leave it at that
Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bit*hes on
jacks
That’s why you get smacked, cause y’all hoes
ain’t never gon’ learn
That’s why many of these younger brothers
don’t go on that turn
As for y’all mc’s, whoever write your rhymes
Might as well hold your microphone, thats how I
feel if it ain’t your own
But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid
sixteen stars to write your
Sixteen balls
Bought like sixteen cars and ain’t like none of
them yours
Y’all niggas lucked up and made it through
these doors, shut the f**k up

Chorus:
Shut the f**k up
[hot damn]
(goin be some shit)

Sheek:
Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo I pump up, get big walk through
the party jig
Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid
No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from lox
You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks
The freaky one, mom said I was soon to be done
Because I sexed more, and my career’s yet to
begun
But I can’t help that, you bless me with they
looks and pops with the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster
in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until puff showed
me the better things in life
And how to live phat like biggie, so I present my
sh*t like that
Half rough half jiggy, this part time college
nigga, part time job
Had to taste the cake one time and decided to
rob, and buy drugs
Caught slippin almost got sheek plugged, jack
daniel, dog
Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he
spit around I’m like, whoa!
I guess it was God that pushed my head down,
cause I ain’t know, word yo
And since then neither religious or christian,
but I keep the faith in him
Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click
they know by now they better
(? ), wha

(chrous)

Sheek:
Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been conair, everytime
we fly but we don’t jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic,
gats plastic
Now thats sweet, unditected, so when I walk
through the scanners it don’t beep
I hear f**k sheek, f**k the lox, styles, and jay,
so what they signed to bad
Boy
Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if
I’m gettin jerked I’m still
Seein noise
Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms
So I sit and (? ) like a bit*h, lox in cancun
Up in daddios f**kin wild hoes, the groupy
chicas
So f**k y’all, we paid y’all (..? ..), we
train hard continuously, cause we
Smart
I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts
and won’t stop til one of us
Depart
With one through the heart, but even then that
won’t stop us
Cause or spirit gon’ guide us, till we rich and
old, hand worn down from
Arthritis
In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your
website like spiders
Old and gray we’re still the same lox you
can’t divide us, wha

(chorus)