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