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When I through
Niggaz is see
like negligee (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Eagle packin 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 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 down
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two vests couldn't save this (Uh!)
The way I laid this
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 niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try 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 ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down 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, to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke cause is cards
And cards are what I
red with the clip full
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to shit (C'mon!)

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