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When I through
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 I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow 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 facing is only longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (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
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I this nigga
Two vests couldn't this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played this
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing like paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But thats just how be
I know that one day they try that shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
And a motherfucker 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
Most y'all 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 down the
around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When up north I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to
Before the news to break, I got to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And are what I pull
Infra red with the clip
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the on
And it hurts, wannabe in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches all out them niggaz
One false move and their read about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw your up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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