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When I creep
Niggaz is see
Just negligee (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there much that the dead can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes
What happens to 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!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
seen what I gave this nigga
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played nigga
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas like (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies a nigga caught
Or should I say a bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
And ain't a motherfucker shit

DMX

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

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the
Fuck around on my will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When even up I put niggas to waste
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And are what I pull
Infra red with the full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the comin' all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll about them niggas
And they wives'll be them niggas
of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw joints up, scrap, bitch (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 Professional 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ryders! Word up!)