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    Too many niggaz shake me, life is shaky  I act like this cuz 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 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 niggaz in fractions  Four-four  seen the future we battlin' all laws    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