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When I creep
is see through
Just like (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin there ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert Eagle packin the (What?)
Metal slabs with tags on toes it's
happens to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you right up in a new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two vests couldn't this nigga (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
Played nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in (Uh!)
They found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But thats just how be
I know one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You stoppin shit
And a motherfucker droppin' shit

DMX

If it ain't ruff it me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down the door
Fuck around on my name be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
even up north I put niggas to waste
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole before hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got shit to do, rules to break, to break
Before the news to break, I got to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And cards are I pull
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when it's time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in (Aight!)
And the bitches all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about niggas
And they be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you what fuckin with these streets would be
The Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)