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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow 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 of time we're facing 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, the door down
Know you so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
Played nigga
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
niggas like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then pour in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of
You ain't shit
And ain't a motherfucker shit

DMX

If it ruff it ain't 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 know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't none of muh'fuckers 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 to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put niggas to
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole before hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are what I
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

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

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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