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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause 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 it's
What happens to that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of we're facing is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for 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 up in a brand new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave nigga
Two vests couldn't save nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' 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 bought
Cause nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day they try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of
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 niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of know dirty 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 spray the door
Fuck around on my name be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
even up north I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the off
I got shit to do, to break, crews to break
the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And are what I pull
red with the clip full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when it's Spinach (Clue!)
Runnin' two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, do when 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 about them niggas
And they wives'll be without them
of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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