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 b
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Copy to Clipboard: 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 b
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