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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't that the dead can say
Long as I'm I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert Eagle packin the (What?)
slabs with yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
Played this
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas like (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the that a nigga caught
Or should I say a bought
ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple a nigga thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that 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 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 niggaz dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down the door
around 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!
before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't cause Jokers is cards
And are what I pull
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out them
One false move and moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be without niggas
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin money
your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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