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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert Eagle the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow on toes it's
What to those 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 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 schemin' so I to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played this
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then pour in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
And ain't a motherfucker droppin'

DMX

If it ruff 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 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!)
When I down 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 niggas to
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, to break
Before the news to break, I got to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
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 handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye it's 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 moms'll about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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