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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there much that the dead can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Eagle packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to those (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 only gettin
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the down
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't this nigga (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
this nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga
Or I say a nigga bought
ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin
And ain't a motherfucker 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 y'all niggas is sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
I spray down the door
Fuck around on my name be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a to seven (C'mon!)
When even up I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And cards are what I
Infra red with the full
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two like the tape at the finish line
What's crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe 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 them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of money
Throw joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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