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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause ain't much that the dead can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Eagle packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow on toes it's
What to those 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 longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen I gave this nigga
Two vests save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
Played this
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then pour in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga
Or should I say a bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day gon' try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of
You ain't shit
And ain't a 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
Most y'all niggas is sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

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

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

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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