Lirik Lagu Chest To Chest - DJ Clue F/ The Lox
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Chorus: 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 fuck around and catch a slug in ya mouth!Verse One: JadakissIt's a shame he can rhyme nigga loves crimeEvery late night he outside with the nineYou ain't got chips fuck the worldYou got chips you can fuck the next mans girlSounds harsh but they been ripped apart my worldWhere thugs can rule, and selling crack was coolKnocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to schoolNo diploma, weed aroma, nigga half comaKnow the tricks in the class see my ass on the cornerYou ain't ate shit 'till y'all tasted lifeHad my mom saying Jay don't waste your lifeBut me and my ace is tight moving base at nightLace your nights, you see Narc's jetI'll meet you on the corner in the park doin' setsAnd when it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark againY'all know the dogs, niggaz stay movin out the fogAnd when it's war we ain't tryin to call on the LordI'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my swordYou fear what you hear so nigga, press recordFrom here on out we ain't tryin to be ignoredLOX drops shit that makes niggaz mop shitYou wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips!Verse Two: Style PaniroToo many niggaz is shaky, life is shakyI act like this 'cause they make me, probably hate meNigga, I'm in the dictionary look me upExpress art from my heart, baby, cook me upI'm the crack in your tape deckI'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the place wetI'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debtI'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give headI'm the blunt three in the morning you take to the headI'm that car that you snatched when you first got breadI'm that spot that you got when you was runnin' from the FedsI'm the heart of the page of that book that you readI'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that you bledStyles, physically and mentallyGoin' for the gold 'cause I paid the penaltyYou ain't a friend of me, y'all ain't seen the enemyThinking of bending me but I'm on the KennedyWhen I fly back in, I hope you're packingComing to tear y'all niggaz in fractionsFour-fourSeen the future we battling all lawsVerse Three: Sheek LuchionY'all must really wanna die fucking wit' Sheek LuchiThis here is the roof we droppin' niggaz off banzaiGoodbye, see you in your afterlife whenYou come back as a pussy and I fuck you againRespect come not from teks, it comes from niggaz who write checksTo get y'all little niggaz out of big debtsWith paper, I'm sure that y'all will never see me sweatOnly in my linen when I'm spinning with whip upPass niggaz and watch they faces frown like a pit bullThe shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their grooveScared to moveGleaming like they looking for changeBut ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fuckin' with youNo bounce before we hit you where the good lord split youHustle to work you kidding me, you know the difference in the cashincomeFor years too many niggaz must have been dumbWhere we from, niggaz been hustling drumsMaking sneaker money working for crumbs, pullin' in sumsIf time don't stop why should we you light your spliffYou need work come on I got an assignment to giveThis year I need 97 gats, 97 carsSwear to God this year I'm gonna fuck 97 starsAnd if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulderI'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little olderWhat LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till the motherfuckin' death

