One Two Three Four Lyrics

One Two Three Four lyrics

Sheek]  

 You in the circle line, what's wrong  

 Ain't your yacht out yet  

 Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?)  

 Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly  

 Swingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily  

 LOX, when we ball it's paper view y'all  

 Straight movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy  

 Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit  

 For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get sprayed  

 It's the (?), as a nail but on point though  

 I blast up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ah  

 LOX, in total control and power  

 And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours  

 But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the logic  

 My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet  

 As long as L-O-X keep giving you what you need  

 We gonna take it there nigga, as we proceed  

  

 [Jadakis]  

 One Two Three Four  

 Two Three Four  

 Three Four  

  

 [Jadakis]  

 Yo, you already know what I'm here for  

 Therefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care for  

 Holdin' down this foundation, Mister Jason  

 Balled head baby face and I stay laced and  

 When you pay good you play good  

 I'ma get this money while these fake thugs stay low  

 And why wouldn't I be stackin' Franks  

 Fifteen in the clip while you packin' shanks  

 (?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real niggas  

 The little kids still dig us  

 Next time be careful who you bring drama to  

 Speaker phone in the Suburban with (?)  

 Pad lock, filled to the top and everything  

 We ain't gonna stop  

 We just going to squeeze through your glock  

 Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup with  

 No trouble all my niggas bubble like goose  

 Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin'  

 But now I can drop twenty-five on the piece  

 Butt in axe duels with whoever  

 Who you kidding, back to back  

 Like cream on the other side of Clinton  

 Shock treatment for the cats who can't freak it  

 I keep it dusted thats why they always try to leak it  

 But peep it, that weed shit you can keep it  

 We trying to sell all the real units we can eat with  

  

 [Styles]  

 Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitch  

 Focus on life and niggas that run thick  

 Like a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal  

 This chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull  

 Fucking with the guiani's and the moles  

 When the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool  

 Our pigment is just for figment  

 You never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramid  

 This is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?"  

 Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block  

 Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and Wops  

 Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops  

 Same shit, where you at, but where "you" at?  

 I got my first felony, holding a gat  

 And I've been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks  

 Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe  

 We ain't positive, but we ain't negative  

 The cops got guns, and they dont like us where we live  

 Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, holding my toast  

 Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with dope  

 You think it ain't real, until you caged in  

 And you can't hit a feel, you keep the rage in  

 Cuz you never made a mil' so we keep it blazin'  

 And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girls  

 But they keep them on the pill, a dog where you at  

 Cuz the honey is tight ill, everything is real