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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin there ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert Eagle the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with tags on toes it's
What to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
for the show 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 gave nigga
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
this nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas bitches (Uh!)
Then pour in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a sport (Aight!)
Triple a nigga thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't shit
And ain't a droppin' shit

DMX

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

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down the door
Fuck around on my will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put to waste
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't cause Jokers is cards
And cards are what I
red with the clip full
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches all out them niggaz
One false and their moms'll read about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
of fact, I'm tired 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!)
you know what fuckin with these streets would be
The Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)