Dj Clue - Chest To Chest Lyrics
Intro: stylesDj clue. desert storm style baby. what niggaAll:L-o-x, chest to chest, back to backGlock for glock, mac for macDope and crack is what we sling do things you talk aboutPlayer ***** around and catch a slug in your mouthVerse one: jadakissIts a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves crimeEvery late night hes outside with the nineYou aint got chips, ***** the worldYou got chips, you can ***** the next mans girlSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my worldWhere thugs could ruleAnd selling crack was coolKnocked off hundred packs brought stacks to schoolNo diploma, weed aroma nigga half comaKnow the tricks of the class see my ass on the cornerYou aint ate shit til yall tasted lifeHad my moms screaming jay dont waste your lifeBut me and my ace is tightMoving base at nightLace your nights, you see narcs jetIll meet in the morning in the park doing setsAnd when its dark againWell let the 9s spark againYall know the dogsNiggaz stay moving out the fogAnd when its war we aint gonna call on the lordIll hit em like the board when I split em with my swordYou fear what you hear so nigga press recordFrom here on out we aint tryin to be ignoredL.o.x. drop shit that make niggaz mop shitYou wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clipsVerse two: styles paniroToo many niggaz shake me, life is shakyI act like this cuz they make me probably hate meNigga, Im in the dictionary look me upExpress art from my heart, baby cook me upIm the crack in your tape deckIm the burner on your waist thatll leave the place wetIm the money in the safe thatll pay the case debtIm the jewels on your neck thatll make these dime *****es give headIm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the headIm that car that you snatched when you first got breadIm that spot that you got when you were running from the fedsIm the heart of the page in that book that you readIm the ground that absorbed all that shit that yall bledStyles, physically and mentallyGoing to for the goal cuz I paid the penaltyYall aint a friend of meYall aint seen the enemyThinking of bending meBut Im on the kennedyWhen I fly back in, hope youre packingComing to tear yall niggaz in fractionsFour-fourSeen the future we battlin all lawsVerse three: sheek luchionYall must really wanna die, *****ing with sheek luchiThis here is the roof we dropping niggaz off bonsaiGoodbye, see you in your afterlife whenYou come back as a ***** and I ***** you againRespect come not from tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checksTo get yall lil niggaz outta big debtsWith paper, Im sure that you never see me sweatOnly in the linen when Im spinning in my whip-upPass niggaz and watch they face frown like a pitbullThe shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their grooveScared to moveGleaming like you looking for changeBut aint no dollars down there its that sack *****ing with youNow bounce before we bust you where the good lord split youHustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash incomeFor years so many niggaz mustve been dumbWhere we from, niggaz been hustlin drumsMaking sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in sumsIf time dont stop, why should we yo light your spliffYou need work? come on I got consignment to giveThis year I need 97 gats, 97 carsSwear to God this year, Im gonna ***** 97 startsAnd if I come short, it aint no slack off my shoulderIm waiting for this last ***** to get a little older whatL.o.x. nigga, dj clue, to the mutha*****in chest
