DJ Craig G - Youll See Lyrics

f/ The LOX, Notorious B.I.G.



(Verse One: Jadakiss)



Yeah alright then, you better act like you know

L to the O, X amount of flow

Ain't nothin changed but the range

While I got the inf dot on your head

Take all your scrill

Yeah I'm in it for the green

I get up in your seams, while you sunnin me

Like a nigga from Queens

My tape in your duel cassette runnin me

Wanna get in front of me player, but you can't get none of me

Better off gunnin me with hot slugs numbin me

Cause you and I both know the flow is comin, b

When you want it, now or later?

I get mijne and slide like a fresh pair of gators

With my mega click involved with Montego bricks

Niggas is mega sick and you know we roll mega thick

Up north, where they bust your man

In the custom van, interrupt your plans

Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that somethin?

All that frontin, what you gonna do? Nothin

So let's keep things rationalized

Everything I write butta nationalized

I'm into gettin money, twistin honeys

Niggas is buyin Coupes while you on the stoop lookin funny

I'm a scorer, shorty loved the whole aura

Pussy wasn't all that, that's why i never call her

It's all about quick flips and phat mix

Gats with mad clips, TVs in your whips

My style's tight like Gotti when I cut you

Ceasar Picati or Versace joints with the buckle

Get the facts, I'm tryna get the Beamer with the hatch-

Top on for my man, so our shits match

Runnin 'round all crazy, twistin honeys back

And breakin niggas that come together with small stacks

Really though, screw yah, I never knew yah

Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin through yah



(Chorus)



Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do when we come for you?

You'll see, heh heh heh heh heh, you'll see (x2)



(Verse 2: Sheek Lucion)



Hard as it is to make a buck, I ain't tryna get stuck

So I'ma keep handlin beef like i don't give a f*ck

It's all about respect, tec-9's, and papes

Big house in Italy and a yard where honeys crushin grapes

So I get down in my steamroom and give a long prayer

Knowin one day that I'll be Sheek Lucion the mayor

Fatigued out in my house or office

Blunt spots and crooked cops can't talk shit so the town support this

My staff rollin in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes

Givin parades, and holdin rallies for the lifers' group

So what you gonna do when we come for you?

The same thing you been doin, house brewin

And bubble gum chewin while me and my mans is pursuin

Who you think the latest is in Hampton?

Rockin bansons, while I'm dancin, in the mansion

So cheers to the life of the ice in your chains and your watches

And you'll see how we Lox this



(Chorus)



Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gonna do?

Watcha gonna do when we come for you?

You'll see, heh heh heh heh heh, you'll see (x2)



(Verse 3: Notorious BIG)



Niggas talkin it, but ain't livin it

Crystal pop, I'm sippin it, mob hats and lizard shit

They the chumps bitch

Rollin blunts with the Willy-est of the Willy

Hits like cops, them ones with 9-mili

Stories like a motherf*cker

Model bitch is wonderin if I'ma f*ck with her

She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana

Dolce & Cabana drippin, Big Poppa never slippin

E-class, diamonds, shinin

Dinner with wife, winin and dinin

Smokin cigars in Bogata

With Colombian niggas named Panama and Enrique and shit

Games we play, life endin

Bitches bendin over with ease, for a pair of Moschino jeans

And Donna Karen tank top, I got your bank stock

Singles on top, benjamins under the rest of them

Advancin from duplex to mansion

Stashin keys, hidin g's overseas

VCR's in my V's, game elevate

Money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch

Jet skiin in the Carribean

White sands, discussin plans with my man

Dark blue Land, smoke jet, chrome rims

With a system that leave my rear views tremblin

Whatcha gon do when Poppa ctach your attitude?

Drop to your knees and show gratitude

Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing, I stay potent

Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it