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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there much that the dead can say
Long as I'm I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert Eagle packin the (What?)
Metal with yellow tags on toes it's
What to those that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (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
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen I gave this nigga
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played this
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas like (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in (Uh!)
They ain't found half the that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But just 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 stoppin
And ain't a motherfucker shit

DMX

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

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers 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 three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When even up I put niggas to waste
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 to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And cards are I pull
Infra red with the full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in (Aight!)
And the comin' all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about them
And they be without them niggas
of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw joints 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 Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ryders! Word up!)