[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
Itand's a shame he can rhyme nigga loves crime
Every late night he outside with the nine
You ainand'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 ainand't ate shit and'till yand'all tasted life
Had my mom saying jay donand't waste your life
But me and my ace is tight moving base at night
Lace your nights, you see narcand's jet
Iand'll meet you on the corner in the park doinand' sets
And when itand's dark again, weand'll let the nineand's spark again
Yand'all know the dogs, niggaz stay movin out the fog
And when itand's war we ainand't tryin to call on the lord
Iand'll hit and'em like the board when i split and'em with my sword
You fear what you hear so nigga, press record
From here on out we ainand'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 and'cause they make me, probably hate me
Nigga, iand'm in the dictionary look me up
Express art from my heart, baby, cook me up
Iand'm the crack in your tape deck
Iand'm the burner on your waist thatand'll leave the place wet
Iand'm the money in the safe thatand'll pay the case debt
Iand'm the jewels on your neck thatand'll make these dime bitches give head
Iand'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the head
Iand'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread
Iand'm that spot that you got when you was runninand' from the feds
Iand'm the heart of the page of that book that you read
Iand'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that you bled
Styles, physically and mentally
Goinand' for the gold and'cause i paid the penalty
You ainand't a friend of me, yand'all ainand't seen the enemy
Thinking of bending me but iand'm on the kennedy
When i fly back in, i hope youand're packing
Coming to tear yand'all niggaz in fractions
Four-four
Seen the future we battling all laws
Verse three: sheek luchion
Yand'all must really wanna die fucking witand' sheek luchi
This here is the roof we droppinand' 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 yand'all little niggaz out of big debts
With paper, iand'm sure that yand'all will never see me sweat
Only in my linen when iand'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 ainand't no dollars down there itand's that sack fuckinand' 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, pullinand' in sums
If time donand'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 iand'm gonna fuck 97 stars
And if i come short, it ainand't no slack off my shoulder
Iand'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older
What lox niggaz, dj clue, and'till the motherfuckinand' death
