Bleeding From The Mouth (from "In Too Deep" soundtrack)

Trackmasters Nigga
L.O.X, CNN

[Capone]
I been through, running from cops, eating beef on the corner
Been through cold cells, thug in the bench, the rap performer
I been put the Mack upon ya, look faggot
Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot faggots
I been a star since Pat Benetar
CNN, Lox the type of shit that have you fleeing a rock
I been put the key in a lock
Who got a song, hot a Capone
And Nore copped the Benz, first day home
I been beating niggaz up, been spitting on hoes
Thinking they too good for hood niggaz
Been in my zone
Been the champ since Larry Holmes, Spinks had teeth
And in a forbuilding,
been had 'em repping the street
Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony
Solo Eightball and MJG
What is you telling me

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo
I got guns, guns
Mad fucking guns, ha
I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha
But fuck that, live niggaz, In rap
And you can catch me with a Teletubbie
Holding my gat
Yo, I'm a soldier, what
You a soldier, Nigga infact
A wow, niggaz from suddenly just setting a trap
I murder you, the niggaz fiend
Just fiend to attack
You shut the tunnel down twice like militant night
We at the club tonight, Nore yo
Please be nice
I buy the bar out
Crystal, no glass, no ice
I drink it straight from the bottle,
And I spit on a ho
Ayyo, you boned that bitch
Naw I pissed on a ho
Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit
Yo, you better tell 'em you heard 'it on this Track
Masterz

[Chorus: Jadakiss (Noreaga)]
Yo, yo,
You only need a gun and some crack to get you a stack
(L.O.X., CNN, Y.O. to Iraq)
Luxury cars, twenty thous, thugged out the bar
(House on the hill, and my niggaz blowing for real)
Store in the hood, my niggas go to war and we good
We just thugged out hustlers, touring the hood
We the deepest niggaz out (the streetest niggaz out)
L.O.X. and CNN will leave you bleeding from the mouth

[Jadakiss]
I learned at a young age
Not to ride with dummies
That won't die for they man
But 'ell die for money

[Styles Paniro]
And if the L.O.X. get rich
We going divide the money
Where we from we stay live
And surviving hungry

[Jadakiss]
Don't pass me a blunt
But you can pass me a gun

[Styles Paniro]
And you can have that pretty bitch,
Right after I cum

[Jadakiss]
And you can front and keep your watch
We going puncture a lung

[Styles Paniro]
L.O.X. style

[Jadakiss]
Cocksucker

[Styles Paniro]
Dump and we run

[Jadakiss]
All our dogs up in the slums

[Styles Paniro]
Humping they chums

[Jadakiss]
Holding they pits


[Styles Paniro]
Lighting blunts
Loading they shit

[Jadakiss]
And niggaz can't understand,
that we married the street
And when we felt like we were cheating
We ain't carrying our heat

[Styles Paniro]
And we don't like holding nothing
But we carry a beef
Hoping ya family stay strong

[Jadakiss]
Then they can carry the grief
You break bread with a thief

[Styles Paniro]
And then you scarry to sleep

[Jadakiss]
And we ain't trying to bury you

[Styles Paniro & Jadakiss]
We trying to bury a jeep

[Chorus:]

[Outro: Noreaga]
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What
What, what, what
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What, what, wha