We Back lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah
Sheek Louch
Eh yo, Kiss
[?] Styles P
[?] n*ggas
[?] right?
f*ck it, let's go

[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
[?] this microphone
[?] the hood, [?]
[?] 20 pieces in the drug free zone
Still like conversation, when I talk on the phone
[?]
[?] rap like I'm [?]
[?] when it's beef, get the chopper
[?] a trash can like I'm Oscar
More boddies, more crack, more guns
I figured we'd come back, make a couple more 1's
Hit, already looking at a thousand on my sons
[?]
[?] Dr. Dres [?] Slick ricks and [?]
You never heard [?] do it like we do
More money, but this not [?]
Sheek Louch homie, microphone killer
No shirt on, Silverback Gorilla
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Original coke movers, I see these [?]
[?] go smoother, the [?] tryna lose her
It gotta be god, if [?] devils
The hole in the wall, pool table, that ain't level
I mean to offend you, if you dropped an album in the last ten years, then my D.N.A. is in you
Can't be [?] wishing too
[?] these lil n*ggas know who they listen to
Finally the underdogs over the hump
[?] cash man, [?] over the pump
Snitches [?] me, as far as the b*tches, they still thirsty
As far as the riches, I'm still worthy
Whatever you want, I can get it by the thousand
Knock it off like [?] housing
I can drop a [?] it hit you
Kiss [?] book or the motion picture
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack

[Verse 3: Styles P]
What else can I say that the others didn't?
L.O.X. tought you everything that your mother didn't
I shoot the gun till the trigger break
All the rubber missing
Go and get another one
You on another mission
There's no one like me, quite frankley [?]
I'll put your [?]
All on your Nikes
Still talk block sh*t
Whole lotta [?]
But I'm from the streets, so I never take nonsense
You don't want your arm bent, folloed by your throat slit
[?] take a ride on the Ghost ship
More boddies, more guns, more crack
More [?], more shots, more n*ggas that's running [?] stacks
Talk to the cartells, never on the phone though
Only on my front yard, when I get my lawn moed
You don't want a bullit in your [?] or your cornroes
L.O.X. is back, [?] tell them that it's on, yo
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack
L.O.X., motherf*cker
Run and tell the hood we back
L.O.X., motherf*cker
More boddies, more guns, more crack