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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there much that 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 toes
happens 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!) It's time for shit to go (Uh!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you so I gots to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda what I gave this nigga
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played nigga
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas bitches (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing like paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But thats how shit be
I that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You stoppin shit
And ain't a motherfucker shit

DMX

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

2: DMX

Plenty of know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a right through 'em
Cause ain't of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray the door
around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
even up north I put niggas to waste
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
Parole peeps hit the board off
is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are I pull
Infra red with the clip
No on the pitbull (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 it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish
What's your crew, gonna do I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the comin' all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll about them niggas
And they wives'll be without them
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 streets be
The Professional 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)