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DJ Clue F/ The Lox Miscellaneous Chest To Chest Chorus: L O X chest to chest back to back Glock for glock mac for mac Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk about Player fuck around and catch a slug in ya mouth! Verse One: Jadakiss It's a shame he can rhyme nigga loves crime Every late night he outside with the nine You ain't got chips fuck the world You got chips you can fuck the next mans girl Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was cool Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to school No diploma, weed aroma, nigga half coma Know the tricks in the class see my ass on the corner You ain't ate shit 'till y'all tasted life Had my mom saying Jay don't waste your life But me and my ace is tight moving base at night Lace your nights, you see Narc's jet I'll meet you on the corner in the park doin' sets And when it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again Y'all know the dogs, niggaz stay movin out the fog And when it's war we ain't tryin to call on the Lord I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword You fear what you hear so nigga, press record From here on out we ain't tryin to be ignored LOX drops shit that makes niggaz mop shit You wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips! Verse Two: Style Paniro Too many niggaz is shaky, life is shaky I act like this 'cause they make me, probably hate me Nigga, I'm in the dictionary look me up Express art from my heart, baby, cook me up I'm the crack in your tape deck I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the place wet I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debt I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head I'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the head I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread I'm that spot that you got when you was runnin' from the Feds I'm the heart of the page of that book that you read I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that you bled Styles, physically and mentally Goin' for the gold 'cause I paid the penalty You ain't a friend of me, y'all ain't seen the enemy Thinking of bending me but I'm on the Kennedy When I fly back in, I hope you're packing Coming to tear y'all niggaz in fractions Four-four Seen the future we battling all laws Verse Three: Sheek Luchion Y'all must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek Luchi This here is the roof we droppin' niggaz off banzai Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when You come back as a pussy and I fuck you again Respect come not from teks, it comes from niggaz who write checks To get y'all little niggaz out of big debts With paper, I'm sure that y'all will never see me sweat Only in my linen when I'm spinning with whip up Pass niggaz and watch they faces frown like a pit bull The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove Scared to move Gleaming like they looking for change But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fuckin' with you No bounce before we hit you where the good lord split you Hustle to work you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income For years too many niggaz must have been dumb Where we from, niggaz been hustling drums Making sneaker money working for crumbs, pullin' in sums If time don't stop why should we you light your spliff You need work come on I got an assignment to give This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars Swear to God this year I'm gonna fuck 97 stars And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the motherfuckin' death |
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