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When I creep
Niggaz is see
Just like (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
Desert Eagle the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes
What happens to those (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the of time we're facing is only gettin longer
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
you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you up in a brand new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played this
But thats what I'm at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on like bitches (Uh!)
pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing like paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple a nigga thought
But thats how shit be
I know one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as as I'm on top of shit
You stoppin 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
y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a right through 'em
ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray the door
around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a to seven (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, to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke Jokers is cards
And cards are I pull
Infra red the clip full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to shit (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when it's time (Clue!)
through two niggaz like the tape at the finish 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 they wives'll be without them
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin
your joints up, scrap, bitch (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 Ruff Ryders! up!)