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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Eagle packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on it's
What happens to that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for shit to go (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two vests couldn't save this (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
this nigga
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing 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 ain't shit
And ain't a motherfucker droppin'

DMX

If it ain't it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all 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 none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down the door
Fuck around on my name will be
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When even up north I put niggas to
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole peeps hit the board off
is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And cards are I pull
Infra red with the full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

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

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz won't creep in the with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what fuckin with these streets be
The Professional 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)