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When I creep
Niggaz is see
like negligee (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the 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 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!)
for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you
Put you right up in a new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave nigga
Two vests couldn't save this (Uh!)
The way I this nigga
Played nigga
But what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas bitches (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the that a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
what a nigga thought
But thats how shit be
I know that one day gon' try that shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You ain't shit
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 niggaz know is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a right through 'em
Cause ain't of y'all muh'fuckers 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 three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When even up north I put to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
Bitches is fuckin but I sleep 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 cause Jokers is cards
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 shit (C'mon!)

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

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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