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Chest to chest

Featuring The Lox]
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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Featuring The Lox]  
 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