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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to those (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 time for shit to go (Uh!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
this nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the that a nigga caught
Or should I say a bought
Cause ain't nothing like paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple a nigga 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 ain't stoppin
And ain't a droppin' shit

DMX

If it ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all 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 muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
I spray down the door
Fuck around on my name will be
(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 with the off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke Jokers is cards
And cards are I pull
red with the clip full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when it's Spinach (Clue!)
Runnin' through two like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches 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 talkin
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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