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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

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