Who Sang Recognize? The LOX

The LOX We Are the Streets cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2000-1-25
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap
length: 4:13
producer: DJ Premier
The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles
Blood Pressure
y'all just bear wit me
Yo, last time I'ma tell these *****s, man
Can't **** around, man
Jada, man
Old *****, new *****
What! Yo, yo, yo

Who really the best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here
y'all know the answer to that when Kiss ain't here
When you see me, don't ask me nothing about us
And don't definitely ask me nothing about,
**** it
You owe me one, I owe you two
I would of smacked you wit the burner, but I know you'd sue
And I ain't talking to him
I'm talking to you
Matter of fact, I'm talking to y'all
Life is like walkin a yard
*****'ll stab you wit a fork in the heart
And The Source got ************s thinking they hot
Like my dope
Got fiends thinking they shot
When you thinking of the best, *****
Think of The Lox
I'll cut ya ****ing hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
Then come through ya block in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Guliani might as well be merking *****s
'cause the time that he giving out is hurting *****s
And all these record label's jerkin *****s
And you never was a thug, you's a working *****
And you heard that **** right there?
I started that
Don't make me put something up in ya Starter hat
No matter who you are, or where you from
Screw all of that
I'm not trying to hear that, son

[Chorus: x2]
Now, who the **** y'all want? (Jadakiss!)
And who the **** y'all need? (Jadakiss!)
And who the **** gon' bleed?
All y'all haters, 'cause none of y'all *****s (can't **** wit Jada!!)

Don't you be that clown ***** in the back of the whip
That's gon' get the second half of the clip
And all I'm saying, it'll be the other ***** in the front of the the whip
Running his lip, wit a gun on his hip
Feel me dog?
Everybody walk the walk 'til they run into Kiss
Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit the fifth
How you think ya man hard when son on my ****?
'cause I can get his *** body, plus front him a brick
Got a chick named Super-head
She give super-head
Just moved in the building, even gave the super head
I cop big guns that spit super lead
So, play Superman, end up super dead
Call ne Kiss, or the kid from The Lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops
We was in jail, you probably won't get no mail
And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales
When ya CEO know you can't **** wit I
I make a million by June
I'm saying **** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holding the Tommy
I'ma have ya body all over the lobby
I already helped y'all
I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dog
I ain't never felt y'all
This album, we gon' bubble like Seltzer
If it ain't Double are, who the hell else is hard?!

[Chorus: x3]

  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Fuck You
  • 3 Can I Live
  • 4 Built for Bodies (skit)
  • 5 Breathe Easy
  • 6 Felony Niggas
  • 7 Wild Out
  • 8 Blood Pressure
  • 9 Recognize
  • 10 Rape’n U Records (skit)
  • 11 Y’all Fucked Up Now
  • 12 Scream L.O.X.
  • 13 U Told Me
  • 14 Brains... (take: 1) (skit)
  • 15 Ryde or Die, Bitch
  • 16 Bring It On
  • 17 If You Know
  • 18 We Are the Streets