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Lyrics for Chest To Chest by DJ Clue:
| | | Artist: | DJ Clue |
| | Album: | Show Me The Money Pt. 1 | | Track: | Chest To Chest | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 72 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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