Chest to Chest The LOX

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
Niggas 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 niggas mop shit
You wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips