Lox - Chest To Chest lyrics

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Intro: Styles<br />

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Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga<br />

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All: <br />

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L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back<br />

Glock for glock, Mac for Mac<br />

Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk about<br />

Player fuck around and catch a slug in your mouth<br />

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Verse One: Jadakiss<br />

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It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves crime<br />

Every late night he's outside with the nine<br />

You ain't got chips, fuck the world<br />

You got chips, you can fuck the next mans girl<br />

Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world<br />

Where thugs could rule<br />

And selling crack was cool<br />

Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to school<br />

No diploma, weed aroma nigga half coma<br />

Know the tricks of the class see my ass on the corner<br />

You ain't ate shit 'til y'all tasted life<br />

Had my moms screaming "Jay don't waste your life"<br />

But me and my Ace is tight<br />

Moving base at night<br />

Lace your nights, you see Narcs jet<br />

I'll meet in the morning in the park doing sets<br />

And when it's dark again<br />

We'll let the 9s spark again <br />

Y'all know the dogs<br />

Niggaz stay moving out the fog<br />

And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the Lord<br />

I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword<br />

You fear what you hear so nigga press record<br />

From here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored<br />

L.O.X. drop shit that make niggaz mop shit<br />

You wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips<br />

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Verse Two: Styles Paniro<br />

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Too many niggaz shake me, life is shaky<br />

I act like this 'cause they make me probably hate me<br />

Nigga, I'm in the dictionary look me up<br />

Express art from my heart, baby cook me up<br />

I'm the crack in your tape deck<br />

I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the place wet<br />

I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debt<br />

I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head<br />

I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the head<br />

I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread<br />

I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the Feds<br />

I'm the heart of the page in that book that you read<br />

I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that y'all bled<br />

Styles, physically and mentally<br />

Going to for the goal 'cause I paid the penalty<br />

Y'all ain't a friend of me<br />

Y'all ain't seen the enemy<br />

Thinking of bending me<br />

But I'm on the Kennedy<br />

When I fly back in, hope you're packing<br />

Coming to tear y'all niggaz in fractions<br />

Four-four<br />

Seen the future we battlin' all laws<br />

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Verse Three: Sheek Luchion<br />

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Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi<br />

This here is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai<br />

Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when<br />

You come back as a pussy and I fuck you again<br />

Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks<br />

To get y'all lil' niggaz outta big debts<br />

With paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat<br />

Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up<br />

Pass niggaz and watch they face frown like a pitbull<br />

The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove<br />

Scared to move<br />

Gleaming like you looking for change<br />

But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you<br />

Now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you<br />

Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income<br />

For years so many niggaz must've been dumb<br />

Where we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums<br />

Making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in sums<br />

If time don't stop, why should we yo light your spliff<br />

You need work? Come on I got consignment to give<br />

This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars<br />

Swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts<br />

And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder<br />

I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older WHAT<br />

L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the muthafuckin' chest