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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin there ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert 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 get stronger (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
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I this nigga
Two vests save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
this nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
niggas like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But thats just how be
I know one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of
You stoppin shit
And ain't a droppin' shit

DMX

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

2: DMX

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

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the 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 move and their moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin
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 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 Ruff Ryders! up!)