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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
the hogs
Desert packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes
happens to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time facing is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for shit to go (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave nigga
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played nigga
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
niggas 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 ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But thats how shit 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 ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of know dirty 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 on my name will 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 hit the board off
Bitches is but I sleep with the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the 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 leash on the (Ha ha!)
shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish
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 read about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of money
Throw your joints up, scrap, (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what fuckin 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!)