[Intro: The L.O.X.]
L-O-X
Chest to chest, back to back
Glock for Glock, mack for mack
Dope and crack is what we sling
Do things you talk about
Player fuck around and catch a slug in your mouth
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
It's a shame he could rhyme nigga love crime
Every late night he outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, fuck the world
You got chips, you could fuck the next mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs could rule, 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
Ya'll ain't ate shit till ya'll taste the life
Had my mom screaming "J Don't waste your life"
But me and my ace is tight moving base at night
Lace your nikes, you see narcs jet
I'll meet you in the morning in the park doing sets
And when its dark again, we'll let the nine spark again
Ya'll know the dogs, niggas stay moving out the fog
And when its war we ain't trying to call on the lord
I 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 trying to be ignored
LOX drop shit that make niggas mob shit
You want to pop shit? nigga, pop clips
L-O-X
Chest to chest, back to back
Glock for Glock, mack for mack
Dope and crack is what we sling
Do things you talk about
Player fuck around and catch a slug in your mouth
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
It's a shame he could rhyme nigga love crime
Every late night he outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, fuck the world
You got chips, you could fuck the next mans girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
Where thugs could rule, 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
Ya'll ain't ate shit till ya'll taste the life
Had my mom screaming "J Don't waste your life"
But me and my ace is tight moving base at night
Lace your nikes, you see narcs jet
I'll meet you in the morning in the park doing sets
And when its dark again, we'll let the nine spark again
Ya'll know the dogs, niggas stay moving out the fog
And when its war we ain't trying to call on the lord
I 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 trying to be ignored
LOX drop shit that make niggas mob shit
You want to pop shit? nigga, pop clips
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