Dj Clue - Chest To Chest lyrics

Intro: styles Dj clue. desert storm style baby. what n***a 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 f** around and catch a slug in your mouth Verse one: jadakiss It's a shame he can rhyme, n***a loves crime Every late night he's outside with the nine You ain't got chips, f** the world You got chips, you can f** 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 n***a half coma Know the tricks of the cla** see my a** on the corner You ain't ate sh** '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 n***az 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 n***a press record From here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored L.o.x. drop sh** that make n***az mop sh** You wanna pop sh**, n***a, pop clips Verse two: styles paniro Too many n***az shake me, life is shaky I act like this cuz they make me probably hate me n***a, 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 j**els on your neck that'll make these dime b**hes 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 sh** that y'all bled Styles, physically and mentally Going to for the goal cuz 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 n***az in fractions Four-four Seen the future we battlin' all laws Verse three: sheek luchion Y'all must really wanna die, f**ing with sheek luchi This here is the roof we dropping n***az off bonsai Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when You come back as a p**y and i f** you again Respect come not from tecs, it comes from n***az who write checks To get y'all lil' n***az 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 Pa** n***az and watch they face frown like a pitbull The sh** that we crush n***az sniff into their groove Scared to move Gleaming like you looking for change But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack f**ing 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 n***az must've been dumb Where we from, n***az 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 f** 97 starts And if i come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder I'm waiting for this last b**h to get a little older what L.o.x. n***a, dj clue, to the muthaf**in' chest