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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much the dead can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on it's
What happens to that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen I gave this nigga
Two vests save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
Played nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
niggas like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a bought
Cause ain't nothing getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But thats just how be
I know that one day gon' try that shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
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
y'all 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 muh'fuckers for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the
Fuck on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put to waste
So you wanna the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to
the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And cards are I pull
red with the clip full
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the 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 comin' all out them
One false move and their read about them niggas
And they wives'll be without niggas
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin 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 fuckin with these streets would be
The Professional 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ryders! Word up!)