Chest To Chest Lyrics - Singles - 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 

niggaz 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 niggaz mop shit 

you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips 

Verse Two: Styles Paniro 

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Too many niggaz shake me, 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 3 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 were running from the Feds 

I'm the heart of the page in that book that you read 

I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that y'all bled 

Styles, physically and mentally 

going to for the goal 'cause I paid the penalty 

Y'all 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, hope you're packing 

coming to tear y'all niggaz in fractions 

Four-four 

seen the future we battlin' all laws 

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Verse Three: Sheek Luchion 

Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi 

this here is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai 

Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when 

you come back as a pussy and I fuck you again 

Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks 

to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big debts 

With paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat 

Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up 

pass niggaz and watch they face frown like a pitbull 

The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove 

scared to move 

Gleaming like you looking for change 

But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you 

now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you 

Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income 

for years so many niggaz must've been dumb 

Where we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums 

making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in sums 

If time don't stop, why should we yo light your spliff 

you need work? Come on I got consignment to give 

This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars 

swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts 

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 

L.O.X. nigga, DJ Clue, to the muthafuckin' chest