Chorus: L O X chest to chest to back Glock for mac for mac Dope and is what we sling do things you talk about Player around and catch a slug in ya mouth! Verse One: It's a he can rhyme nigga loves crime Every late night he outside with the You ain't got chips fuck the You got chips you can the next mans girl harsh but they been ripped apart my world Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was Knocked off hundred-packs, stacks to school No diploma, weed aroma, nigga half Know the in the class see my ass on the corner You ain't ate shit 'till y'all tasted Had my mom saying Jay don't your life But me and my ace is tight moving base at Lace your nights, you see jet I'll meet you on the corner in the park sets And when it's dark again, we'll let the spark again Y'all know the dogs, stay movin out the fog And when it's war we ain't tryin to call on the I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my You fear what you hear so nigga, record From here on out we ain't tryin to be LOX drops shit that niggaz mop shit You pop shit, nigga, pop clips! Verse Two: Paniro Too many niggaz is shaky, is shaky I act this 'cause they make me, probably hate me Nigga, I'm in the dictionary me up Express art from my heart, baby, me up I'm the crack in your tape I'm the burner on waist that'll leave the place wet I'm the money in the that'll pay the case debt I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these bitches give head I'm the three in the morning you take to the head I'm that car that you snatched when you first got I'm that spot that you got when you was runnin' the Feds I'm the heart of the page of that that you read I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit you bled Styles, and mentally Goin' for the gold 'cause I the penalty You ain't a friend of me, y'all ain't seen the Thinking of bending me but I'm on the When I fly in, I hope you're packing Coming to y'all niggaz in fractions Seen the future we battling all Three: Sheek Luchion Y'all must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek This here is the roof we droppin' off banzai Goodbye, see you in your when You back as a pussy and I fuck you again come not from teks, it comes from niggaz who write checks To get y'all little niggaz out of big paper, I'm sure that y'all will never see me sweat Only in my linen when I'm with whip up Pass niggaz and watch they faces like a pit bull The shit that we niggaz sniff into their groove Scared to Gleaming like looking for change But ain't no dollars down it's that sack fuckin' with you No bounce before we hit you where the lord split you Hustle to work you me, you know the difference in the cash For years too many must have been dumb we from, niggaz been hustling drums Making sneaker working for crumbs, pullin' in sums If time don't stop why should we you your spliff You need work come on I got an to give This year I need 97 gats, 97 Swear to God this year I'm gonna 97 stars And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my I'm for this last bitch to get a little older What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the motherfuckin'