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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert Eagle the morgues (What?)
Metal with yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to 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!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the 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 nigga
Two vests couldn't save nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played nigga
But thats what I'm 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!)
Then pour niggas in (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 just how be
I that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
And ain't a droppin' shit

DMX

If it ain't ruff it me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most 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 none of y'all muh'fuckers built 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 to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't cause Jokers is cards
And are what I pull
Infra red with the full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when it's time (Clue!)
through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do I put the pressure on
And it hurts, gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about niggas
And they wives'll be them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of money
your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
you know what fuckin with these streets would be
The Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ryders! Word up!)