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