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Intro: Styles 

Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga 

All: 

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 your mouth 

Verse One: Jadakiss 

It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves crime 
every late night he's 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 could rule 
and selling crack was cool 
Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to school 
No diploma, weed aroma nigga half coma 
know the tricks of the class see my ass on the corner 
You ain't ate shit 'til y'all tasted life 
had my moms screaming "Jay don't waste your life" 
But me and my Ace is tight 
moving base at night 
Lace your nights, you see Narcs jet 
I'll meet in the morning in the park doing sets 
And when it's dark again 
we'll let the 9s spark again 
Y'all know the dogs 
niggaz stay moving out the fog 
And when it's war we ain't gonna 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 
L.O.X. drop shit that make niggaz mop shit 
you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips 

Verse Two: Styles Paniro 

Too many niggaz shake me, life is shaky 
I act like this cuz 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 3 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 were running from the Feds 
I'm the heart of the page in that book that you read 
I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that y'all bled 
Styles, physically and mentally 
going to for the goal cuz I paid the penalty 
Y'all 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, hope you're packing 
coming to tear y'all niggaz in fractions 
Four-four 
seen the future we battlin' all laws 

Verse Three: Sheek Luchion 

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi 
this here is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai 
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when 
you come back as a pussy and I fuck you again 
Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks 
to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big debts 
With paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat 
Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up 
pass niggaz and watch they face frown like a pitbull 
The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove 
scared to move 
Gleaming like you looking for change 
But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you 
now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you 
Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income 
for years so many niggaz must've been dumb 
Where we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums 
making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in sums 
If time don't stop, why should we yo light your spliff 
you need work? Come on I got consignment to give 
This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars 
swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts 
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 
L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the muthafuckin' chest

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