Niggaz want it Ja DMX Def Jam hah Mutherfuckers better the fuck out of our way Understand that, We doin this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style Fuck
Uh, uh, uh Ja's the The high class, to D Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner Niggaz is assed-out, fuckin wit me End up wit a gun in your mouth, cheese I should em Cuz see me killin you mean nothin put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga Then learn that bridges ain't made to be burned money is rightfully earned, well deserved Some rules just think, are fit for And Ja's rules make em large, you fatefully break Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 loaded We can murder each other, at the Crossroads And if I die tonight, in the immortal of Pac My gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that Niggaz is of all that, take your mom for ransom Give little kids back, that's the way we do leave shells, never drop names Roll with the game as it Ja's to blame, I'ma let world share my pain In my you can put it on my grave "Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter And outta darkness graduated, may he lay" And this I swear, here in Hell we play fair Cross the line, with my nine be bringin you here
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Uh, I make that get me where I'm goin Break fools act like they ain't knowin how it's goin Dizown, the dizark, cuz that's that kid Unmask that kid, at that bastard kid That mind having to break shit or take shit And motherfucker, if you ain't me you shit You fuckin You I coulda been stuck it to you Nigga I wasn't think about fuckin wit you But I bet now I know your man is thinkin twice bout who to wit Shit is bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with And I know it's just a matter of time I get shot Or I'ma torture niggaz little sister and make him watch Give a nigga a room, now he's tryin to house shit But I bet you get back on some mouse I punch you in your mouth, bitch Aaaah, a nigga off quick Yelllckkk!(gagging sound), is the sound he makes chockin off How you feel, eatin a straw he has to suck through Fuck me? No you, now I gotta touch you bitch suckin dick like a jockstrap Put them glocks Tryin to be the first punk that shot back Got that? Didn't Get? You know where you gonna be right? I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin You respect this, cuz it gets reckless when I cut the Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun-Dun-nun, you be "What the--Nooo!" But it's too late cuz the heat-seaker done the heat The concrete done found your Cuz the ground still hot from steam comin off Eyes rolled back in his head, coughin up chunks of Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin to death Ain't nuthin left but the of what used to be your life payments, and dried up blood on my knife Y'all don't understand, when it's on it's on You up in the casket some shades, cuz your eyes is gone I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and But you made it happen, with bullshit you did Now you want peace? Well a piece of this ammunition And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man My mission is complete This message self distruct in two seconds