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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
Eagle packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on it's
What happens to those (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a brand new
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
this 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!)
Cripple niggas like (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga (Aight!)
Triple a nigga thought
But just how shit be
I know that one day they try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of
You stoppin 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 know 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 spray down the
Fuck around on my name will be
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
even up north I put niggas to waste
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
before 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 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 shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when it's time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, 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 moms'll about them niggas
And they wives'll be without niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of money
Throw your up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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