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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin there 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 with yellow tags on toes
What happens to that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played this
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing like paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You stoppin shit
And ain't a droppin' shit

DMX

If it ain't ruff it 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, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray the door
Fuck around on my name 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!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke Jokers is cards
And cards are what I
Infra red with the full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz 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 comin' all out them
One false move and moms'll read about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin money
Throw your up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

DMX & DJ Clue

(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz 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 Ruff Ryders! up!)