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Niggas is Keep 'em from the Werewolf, oh Howling at the moon on the Eh, ah, no, get 'em Ten niggas on him, hope with him me the bat, let me split him I'll have 'em where the pillow and the won't fit him Only I did him, he wouldn't fight back, strike back Left him like that, laying up the white hat Getting right back at ya I snatch ya Up out the grave, but bones and ashes Hitting niggas with to the head to the white meat but the street stay red But this gave me head for free 'Cause they see, who be by like 2003 That nigga D took it He thought it was a He ran like 20 G's, thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you get for and eventually Found that's you get for stinking Blowing up the when you rot Plus if it hot they know you dead Four box Hit 'em the ox to the grill Eh, ah, kill kill Yet still don't know I'ma rob That DMX is a motherfucking problem