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When I through
is see through
Just like (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no cause there ain't 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 tags on toes it's
What happens to those (Uh!)
to be foes 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!) It's for shit to go down (Uh!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
Know you so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I this nigga
Two vests couldn't save nigga (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
Played this
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 bitches (Uh!)
Then pour in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga
Or should I say a nigga
Cause nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't shit
And ain't a droppin' shit

DMX

If it ain't ruff it 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 niggaz dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the
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 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 shit to do, rules to break, to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke cause is cards
And cards are I pull
Infra red with the clip
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a stick (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 crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe 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 without niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know 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!)