Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What ^!$$%





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 $#&@ around and catch a slug in your mouth




It's a shame he can rhyme, ^!$$% loves crime
every late night he's outside with the nine

You ain't got chips, $#&@ the world
you got chips, you can $#&@ 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 ^!$$% half coma
know the tricks of the class see my $$# on the corner
You ain't ate %#@! '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
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% press record

from here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
L.O.X. drop %#@! that make ^!$$%z mop %#@!
you wanna pop %#@!, ^!$$%, pop clips





Too many ^!$$%z shake me, life is shaky
I act like this cuz they make me probably hate me
^!$$%, 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 (*##$es 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%z in fractions

Four-four
seen the future we battlin' all laws




Y'all must really wanna die, $#&@ing with Sheek Luchi

this here is the roof we dropping ^!$$%z off Bonsai
Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when
you come back as a #~!!@ and I $#&@ you again

Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from ^!$$%z who write checks
to get y'all lil' ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z and watch they face frown like a pitbull
The %#@! that we crush ^!$$%z sniff into their groove
scared to move
Gleaming like you looking for change

But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack $#&@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 ^!$$%z must've been dumb
Where we from, ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ 97 starts

And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder
I'm waiting for this last (*##$ to get a little older WHAT
L.O.X. ^!$$%, DJ Clue, to the mutha$#&@in' chest