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(DMX)
(wispers) Ruff ryders ride or die get down or lay down motha fucka (growls) Get em' boy 3x (barking) Get that mother fucking boy (barking)get em' boy (growls) (barking) Boy!!barking)(Background)Now you got to fight my brotha you want one there you go It is not a fucking game! |
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| 2. |
| 4:20 |
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Uhh.. this is life (this is life)
This is what I know (this what I know) So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life) *One more road to cross One more risk to take Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there," but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North and you out a week later? That's bullshit! I bust off, I need this dough Fuck you think I'm here for my health? I need this wealth, because I feed myself You play with my life, when you play with my money Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny * Repeat Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask for the dough they know that we takin all three bags Now see that? You gotta hear em shoot that nigga Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga Hardhead motherfuckers always get it I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans Couldn't control what was in his hands I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there * Repeat Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs Somethin little becomes somethin major Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt? I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten? I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head * Repeat 2X |
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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niggas won't creep these streets with me
cuz you know fuckin what these streets'll be make you wanna...then i'm gonna... cuz i gotta...POP POP, POP, POP i look through the 11th floor window, take one last puff of the indo (what?) look through the scope, and let like ten go break it down, back in the briefcase (uh huh) wipe the sweat off my face so i can leave safe (uh) outside i breathe safe (uh) nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (what?) never even thought of runnin, cuz a nigga plotted (what?) smart niggas get niggas killed for real i know, they make a deal, i'm comin with the steel (aight) it's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uh) stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga, drop you (uh) get rid of all the clothes (uh huh), dump the gun i hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run but i'm on the job and right now there's more niggas that need to be left with a head full of lead, restin easily (woo) and that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use the only excuse i have for what i do is, love of abuse (c'mon!) i can catch you in the very building that you live in (uh) wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight?) now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?) i was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (aight?) i can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh) make a noise, you turn around and i put one in your dome (BOOM!) last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uh) i blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (uh, uh, c'mon!) i could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!) then make a call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb i could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat with some fuckin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet i jump up like jack-in-the-box strangle the shit out yo' ass ehleeh , clean up the mess and, get away from the cops i could be the UPS delivery boy (uh huh) or the man workin at Toys'R'Us handin yo' kid a brand new toy (true) i could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "yo, where the weed at?" (damn) i could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in (uh huh) except that, i don't like to involve, women and children (aight) a nigga got feelings, i just put 'em aside but when it's time for me to do my job, i just ride i don't get much sleep (uh), my soul's tormented (uh) i wish it was a lie but everything i said, i meant it (uh) i know i'm doin wrong and everyday i beg the Lord to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword (uh) shit ain't goin too well, but that's my life i know i'm goin to hell, that's my life sometimes i think, "what will i do, with my life?" kill, nigga, kill, this is my life niggas won't creep these streets wit me cuz you know fuckin wit these..., |
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| 4. |
| 3:37 |
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Uh-huh (Y'KNOW?)
.. ARF! Uhh.. Take it for what it's worth, my birth was a blessing Sent to live and die, on earth as a lesson We each have a star, all we have to do is find it Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded (WHAT?) They'll tell you that you're bright, and say you have a future When you turn your back, same cats'll try to shoot ya Niggaz ain't shit, I can live on both sides of the fence Forget what you do, when you talk, see what you really meant (aight?) That's what I thought, them niggaz was bluffin (uh) They talk all day but say, nothin (uh) It gets so dark (what?) the pain's so intense Since this first rain it's like it's rained ever since (WHAT?) Never got paid for a rhyme but I flow (whoo) Never got a plate on time but I grow (whoo) Live your life, STAY on the line but I go (UHH) Went from doin crime to bein kind cause I know *I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry Shit I tell y'all niggaz straight cause I'm never gon' lie (x2) What is about who I am that makes me unforgettable (HMM) What it is about what I've done that makes it so incredible (uhh) "More money, more problems" -- well the fame was worse (uh-huh) I reached out for love and what came back was thirst (WHAT?) Blessed with the curse (uh) niggaz don't hear me Niggaz don't hear me, Y'ALL NIGGAZ, don't hear me (uh) What'd I just say? "Niggaz don't hear you!" See that? You gots to FEEL ME to catch what I'm sayin, BELIEVE THAT (UHH!) But leave that, alone (WHAT?) We gon' make a nigga wanna be at, your home (WHAT?) Oh you kinda quiet with the heat at, your dome (UHH!) If the dog got he's gonna bring back a bone cause we got the chrome (C'MON!) This is what I live for, or die for I'm the nigga with the high score, you try for What you niggaz wanna lie for? It changes nothin I'm true for cats, yet some strangers bluffin * Repeat Now if I take what he gave me and I, use it right (uh-huh) In other words if I listen and, use the light (uh-huh) Then what I say will remain here, after I'm gone Still here, on the strength of a song, I live on (HMM) No second-guessin on what I stood for, I was good for stoppin niggaz from killin each other in the hood war (UHH) Comin through showin love, throwin up (UHH) Them cats not throwin love, you know whassup (WHAT?) Dark Man baby, that's my name and I gots to be the realest nigga (UHH) up in this game Cause ain't no shame, they don't make em like, this no more Real to the core, big heart but built for war I stand for what I believe in Even if what I believe in stops me from breathin Relatives grievin, but I ain't went nowhere Listen to the song (C'MON) I'm right there * Repeat |
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| 5. |
| 0:40 |
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Kid: yo, yo, let me hit that. Let me hit that yo.
DMX: yo what's up shorty? Here. Kid: yo. DMX: yeah? Kid: yo man I'm tryin to get this money man. DMX: but dog you gotta think about loyalty first, ya know what I'm sayin? You got loyalty, money will come. Ya know what I'm sayin, keep it real with ya niggaz. Kid: na, na, f**k that man, I'm tryin to eat yo, f**k them yo. I'm ready to do anything for this money man. Do shit by myself, do anything for this money. DMX: give me my motherf**kin blunt back. You got a lot to learn dog. |
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| 6. |
| 3:53 |
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Same old shit dog, just a different day
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play IT IS NOT, A FUCKING GAME! A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do If it's fuck me nigga, you know it's fuck you I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand (uhh) Hit him with work, cause yo, that's my little man (uh-huh) He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him (yeh) So when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him (aight) Never told him nuttin wrong, kept it fair Didn't listen, so I might as well have been talkin to the air (damn) Everybody makes mistakes, a mistake is aight But if it ain't, I'ma tell you straight, time to say goodnight Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship but shorty's fuckin up big time, I HATE THIS SHIT I'm caught in the middle of, havin love for a lil nigga knowin what's expected of me as a, real nigga (damn) My next move is crucial, what do I do? How do I keep it real with shorty in my crew? Didn't want to kill him, so instead of puttin the Mac on him I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him (aight?) *Here we go again.. Same old shit dog, just a different day Here we go again.. You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play Here we go again.. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Here we go again.. So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you Niggaz that I fuck wit, wanna get him dead But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man but I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand (ooh) Go about your business (uh-huh) do what you gonna do (uh) Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through (aight?) I can forgive I just can't forget You're on your own lil' man don't ask me for shit (no) If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good (uhh) If I see you again, GET IT, understood? Go 'head before I change my mind cause you know you should be dead "I just wanted to say --" AIGHT?!!!! GO 'HEAD! Instinct told me to kill him but the saviour is I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor (hmm) But I also knew, the decision I just made (yeah) went against the rules of the game that we played (damn) * Repeat I should have, followed my first instinct, cause I knew Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do Now this nigga's fuckin with the competition (WHAT?) Ungrateful motherfucker, shoulda got him missin (WHAT?) This nigga got the nerve, to take my kindness, for a weakness Gotsta get back on some street shit so I can creep this rat, when I act, take one, set him up, to take two get him there, take three, get him done Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him {*barrel spins*} BZZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them Feelin lucky? CLICK, looks like you are CLICK CLICK CLICK, luck ain't goin too far What you did was put on another pair of shoes and they just happened to be too big What you did was stupid (damn) real fuckin stupid (aight?) Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do? Threw it back in my fuckin face so FUCK YOU TOO *BLAM* aight? * Repeat (x2) |
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| 7. |
| 4:29 |
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Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
*Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts * Repeat Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN * Repeat I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest * Repeat Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} |
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| 8. |
| 3:34 |
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Grrrrrrrrrrrrr..
mm.. *I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh I gots to take a block and make it boom {*BOOM*} I take the car and hit it with this boom Now come on, let's get that money! It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated I hate it, seein crab niggaz that made it And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth? Not in New York, cause niggaz talk about goin out of state Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew Niggaz that ain't never had, and doin bad Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad Grab your bags, it's about to go down We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down * Repeat 2X I gots to make a move and make it soon Gots to take a block and make it boom we comin through so make some room Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up The purple top ?thirty-five smalls a ring of games? but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's I send two niggaz back up top, and come back we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop It's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six then I don't trust ya And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollars Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!") You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow and fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo' * Repeat 2X I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich and a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin and we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts and when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff But I ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit Ain't tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun Got bitches to transport without an escort I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why nigga?) Cause I'm a hustlin motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down * Repeat 2X |
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| 9. |
| 4:13 |
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DMX] Uhh..
[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo [DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin? [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Break em off, some.. [DMX] Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?) Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH) I fuck with these hoes from a distance The instant they start to catch feelings I start to stealin they shit then I'm out just like a thief in the night I sink my teeth in to bite You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight? Come on ma, you know I got a wife and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?) So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?) I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon) Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)" Chorus: Sisqo What these bitches want from a nigga? What you want.. (what you want) What these bitches want from a nigga? Really want.. What these bitches want from a nigga? I've been keepin you up on it Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it What these bitches want from a nigga? Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me Baby tell me what you want from me! (So what you want?) [DMX] There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay) Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh) Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh) Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn) Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?) Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay) Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh) About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!) Shelley, Bridget, Cathy, Rasheeda (uh-huh) Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!) Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?) Donna, Yolanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?) were all treated fairly but yet and still bitches is on some other shit now that I'm fuckin wit Dru Hill But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) Chorus (w/ minor variations) [DMX] Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH) and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh See now I do the math, I see if you got this and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?) And that's all they fuckin with, but see these bitches don't know If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep [Sisqo - singing over dub chorus] X let me talk to em for a minute Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be a victim of my reality Heard you callin me names, said I was trife One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs) |
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| 10. |
| 3:52 |
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This is the fuckin shit I be talkin about
Half rappin' ass mothafuckers You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin GAME? Come on, uh, uh, uh Come on, uh, uh?What'cha really want What'cha really want, what D-M-X, uh, uh?Come on, Ryde or die Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo What's my name? DMX and I be the best You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit That's gon get at you be fuckin with your mind, stop talkin shit Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth And really don't know who you fuckin with Here we go again How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas? I have no friends you still actin up Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get fucked The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through Whenever you try to creep through *D-M-X If you want it we got it Come and get it nigga we wit it All you gotta do is set it baby Ryde or die What'cha niggas want, uh, uh What'cha niggas want (x2) You still playin games You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name That's how we do 멷m Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through em Never comin' back Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga (alright) No more deaths Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left Bust my gun If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one Dog for life We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night Stop drop Open up shop (what?) Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops Ryde or die What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye * Repeat x2 Look at all these off brand niggas Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's That's that bullshit Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit I'm not a nice person I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start cursin' I stay flippin' One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin' That's my style I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile Suck my dick And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick Let's get it on baby I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy? I've lost my mind And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time * Repeat x4 D-M-X! * Repeat D-M-X! |
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| 11. |
| 3:42 |
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More to a niggaz life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know And if you think you know then I don't think you know Niggaz walk around frontin (frontin) talkin bout jewels (jewels) how much you bust tools y'all niggaz sounds like fools (woo) Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost? (mm-hmm) How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost (aight) If you flashin it, you must not want it See I fuck with real niggaz that done it You know what time it is, run it! Niggaz got more important shit to deal with Talkin about some 4 wheel shit but my man here is about to kill shit (UH!) Keep playin niggaz pussy, and you will get fucked Why don't you cop some more ice dog; then you will get stuck and fucked Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street and see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo) It want be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the shitty life (aight?) Ain't a fuckin thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care Niggaz walk around frontin (frontin) talkin bout jewels (jewels) how much you bust tools y'all niggaz sounds like fools (woo) Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost? (mm-hmm) How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost (aight) If you flashin it, you must not want it See I fuck with real niggaz that done it You know what time it is, run it! Niggaz got more important shit to deal with Talkin about some 4 wheel shit but my man here is about to kill shit (UH!) Keep playin niggaz pussy, and you will get fucked Why don't you cop some more ice dog; then you will get stuck and fucked Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street and see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo) It want be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the shitty life (aight?) Ain't a fuckin thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care Born and raisesd in the projects and can't forget it And all that grimmy shit niggaz do, I done did it (uhh) And I'm still wit it, nigga I stay in the hood But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood You keep bringin them fake bitches through You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (WHAT?) We take bitches too (aight?) An if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last stop We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box (c'mon!) Big ass rocks, I want that! Fuck the blood All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?" Flossin yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit? (uhh, uhh) Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do For me them niggaz'll hide you, where nobody'll find you If you eatin motherfucker, then your dogs should be eatin too Not just four or five niggaz Cause you know what the streets'll do Born and raisesd in the projects and can't forget it And all that grimmy shit niggaz do, I done did it (uhh) And I'm still wit it, nigga I stay in the hood But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood You keep bringin them fake bitches through You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (WHAT?) We take bitches too (aight?) An if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last stop We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box (c'mon!) Big ass rocks, I want that! Fuck the blood All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?" Flossin yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit? (uhh, uhh) Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do For me them niggaz'll hide you, where nobody'll find you If you eatin motherfucker, then your dogs should be eatin too Not just four or five niggaz Cause you know what the streets'll do I will be the voice of the street til I die (die) Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly (fly) Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then get it now, cause it's all that's left And this will be the last breath (uh) provokin my niggaz (uh) to start choking y'all niggaz (WHAT?) and smokin y'all niggaz A nigga would never have to say, "X feed me!" You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy!" Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!" Get up, cocksuckin motherfucker, shut up Shut up {*"pop pop"*} Fuck you nigga From the hood to the wood, fuck you nigga This for my dogs, til death do us part I'm still here, cause I been here from the start (aight?) If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly (WHAT?) The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me (grrrrrrrrr) I will be the voice of the street til I die (die) Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly (fly) Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then get it now, cause it's all that's left And this will be the last breath (uh) provokin my niggaz (uh) to start choking y'all niggaz (WHAT?) and smokin y'all niggaz A nigga would never have to say, "X feed me!" You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy!" Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!" Get up, cocksuckin motherfucker, shut up Shut up {*"pop pop"*} Fuck you nigga From the hood to the wood, fuck you nigga This for my dogs, til death do us part I'm still here, cause I been here from the start (aight?) If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly (WHAT?) The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me (grrrrrrrrr) Dog.. Jewelry and clothes.. Money and hoes.. Think you know? I don't think you know |
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| 3:48 |
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Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it
Uhh.. grrrrrr.. what the fuck have they done? Arf! Arf! *Now don't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) Nigga don't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) Aiyyo I got a mean flow that'll drown niggaz, put down niggaz Can't stand to be around niggaz if they clown niggaz How many times must I break the same niggaz off somethin dumb so we know, where the fuck I'm comin from? Gun and ones, watch a black nigga turn purple with this fo'-pound, I bust mo' rounds, in the circle The nigga that tried is the same nigga that fried So he'll never rest in peace cause of the way that he died I'm Evil, like Kneival, faggot I'll leave you like I shoulda did your peoples before they could conceive you How's a buck-fifty sound, for a quick ass cut? Here's a flasback, I fuckin blow your bitch-ass up And it's no problem, handlin a nigga with a death wish Leave him breatheless, and hit his wife with a dead fish Must I show this nigga, I can throw this nigga, I'll blow this nigga You can get it too, because you know this nigga * Repeat I get pumped, just like a bodybuilder And it's been more than a couple of times my pump shottie spilt a nigga's guts on the door, because he wanted more than he could stand, now him and his man is on the floor That's what you get for talkin shit you shouldn'ta got me started You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin, but you got it I shit on niggaz like a toilet, cause all it, takes is a second for it to get hectic so call it How you want it? Punk bitch talkin junk bitch Fuck around and you'll be found in a trunk bitch Niggaz is off-brand like no frills And I got mo' skills to show my fo' kills, my fuckin fo' thrills Got some cold shit, have you like - "Oh shit!" Don't laugh money When I'm done with this nigga, I'm gettin in yo' shit Break niggaz, especially fake niggaz over dumb shit with one hit, watch the dum-dum split this bum's shit * Repeat Fuckin see some cats thinkin the worst Dumb cats, them cats sleep in a hearse Where yo' guns at? Run that, see a nigga thirst Been there, done that, and did it first Nigga can't tell me shit about this And I keep somethin that'll hit if I miss One thing a nigga stay with is hot shit Got this, what you cats want? Not this I constantly gots to remind young niggaz Uh-uhh, don't do that, some niggaz think cause I ain't killed a nigga this week that shit is sweet Fuck around, you'll be dead in the street Red with a sheet, over the corpse Shit is deep, so I shed a tear, over the loss If you creep, then you niggaz'll roll with the force Shoulda paid that money that you owed to the boss * Repeat Uh-huh Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it Please heh, for your sake, hehehe Y'know? C'mon! |
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Yo, yo, yo. Alright, alright.
Get the fuck over here. Don't you know X yo? Fuck you. I know I know you from somewhere. Get the fuck outta here with that X shit. You got X on you, yo. Give me this. Yeah okay. You can have my jacket. You can have it. You can have my jacket. Yo give me the watch motherfucker. No yo don't take my watch from me that was a present to me yo. Shut the fuck up. Okay yo. Alright alright. You can have everything. Give me the boots. Alright you can have my boots. Let me take everyhing off. Okay. What's my name? What's my name? Okay. Don't you know you're proud of this shit? I'm not fucking around. Okay. Please, please. And I fucked your bitch. What? |
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| 4:22 |
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F/ the lox, mase
[sheek] Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with holes up in skyscrapers In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers New york city, know only way to play is gritty I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 My whole commity like to puff l's and look jiggy Who wan' test this? my semi leave you chestless And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young, but I done did shit that you won't do So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? protectin you? But they'll murder you, playa Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis [mase] Ayo, mase and the lox We takin knots from the out of state spots Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot You don't really wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye The rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and, have a explanation You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum Then I'm puttin two in em You can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent Chorus(x2): [styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it [dmx] Niggaz done started somethin [styles] You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it [dmx] Niggaz done started somethin [jadakiss] Yo, check out the kid that get coke like sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the costa Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my army Whenever the lox find rippy blocks, we kill em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like ramello's pops from sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face We started from the bottom You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever We can do it at the garden Word life, this shit is real big I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty [styles] I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy Official lock family, grants niggaz handin me I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like pesci And if rap was hockey, I be gretzky, puffin nestle Any ya niggaz done started somethin Actin invincible like you God or somethin If you god, then i'ma makes a lot til you rot And if you a playa, then play for everything you got And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark Chorus [dmx] Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood A positive I'd is impossible, so you know John doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen So you got whatchu came for [sheek] What's that? [dmx] Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets Cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz That come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz And scary niggaz get it all the time Cause what they got is all of mine |
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| 4:02 |
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Hey Mimi
Word? {*dogs barking*} Get em boy.. get em boy! Get em boy! Get em boy! Boyyyyyyy! ("There's nothin you can do..." *repeats in background*) *X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin for ya Cause X is comin' for ya Run, hide, duck, duck We don't give a fuck, fuck (x2) Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five times Turn out the lights (WHAT?) then I done crooked nine lives Don't get scared now nigga, finish it cause you started it Watch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon) Nigga, where yo' heart at? Tell me what you made of Already lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid of We both know you pussy, but I ain't gonna say nuttin Just hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uhh) I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what?) Plus, give the Feds a real good place to point (what?) and laced the joint, I ain't gonna front I had my hands full Glad to be alive, but you like, that's that bull (grrrrr) But now you know, what you get, when you fuckin wit cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit Duckin shit, til that headpiece gets BLAZED Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave Its over, at least for you it is It don't think the coroner, to see how true it is I knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screamin IT WAS ALL FOR THE MONEY, while I'm hittin and splittin him down from his nose to his nuts (what?) Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?) Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh) And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr) * Repeat My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry That nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his ass Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?) Another nigga split; there go white meat - another nigga takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet (c'mon) That's what you get for tryin to take it there (uhh) But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth you cryin bout let's make it fair (uhh) Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh) When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh- huh) Part of the game is niggaz wanna become fam-ous and doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh) I want house money, Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money I ain't laughin, but yo it's mad funny (c'mon) I used to talk about that shit you got but you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot! Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz from Israel Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel? knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo' eyes and see a bitch Wasn't surprised to see a switch (c'mon) Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I'ma smack his man (uhh) Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggaz I'd rather be eatin of a plate with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?) Cause I done took about as much I can stand A nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse (WHAT?) that says, the reward for bein real, is a hearse before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did (uhh) catches up and get you right when you thought you slid It's gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk, for real * Repeat |
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| 2:00 |
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Let us pray
Lord Jesus it is you, who wakes me up every day And I am forever grateful for your love.. .. this is why I pray You let me touch so many people, and it's all for the good I influenced so many children, I never thought that I would And I couldn't take credit for the love they get because it all comes from you Lord; I'm just the one that's givin it And when it seems like the pressure gets to be too much I take time out and pray, and ask that you be my crutch Lord I am not perfect by a longshot -- I confess to you daily But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me In my heart I mean well, but if you'll help me to grow then what I have in my heart, will begin to show And when I get goin, I'm not lookin back for NOTHIN Cause I will know where I'm headed, cause I'm so tired of the sufferin I stand before you, a weakened version of, your reflection Beggin for direction, for my soul needs resurrection I don't deserve what you've given me, but you never took it from me because I am grateful, and I use it, and I do not, worship money If what you want from me is to bring your children to you my regret is only having one life to do it, instead of two Amen |
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DMX with Regina Bell (Harmonizing and singing)
What good is it, for a man to, gain the world... Yet lose his own soul, in the process? God loves you, yes he does Said you're alright with him I wonder... I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him I'm callin' out to you Lord, because I need your help See once again I'm havin' difficulty, savin' myself Behavin' myself, you told me what to do and I do it But every and now and then, gets a little harder to go through it Losin' friends, day by day I'm in so much pain when I'm here Lord, please take me away I put you here to do a job, and your work ain't done To live is to suffer, but you're still my son And there will be a time when you shine as bright as the stars But there won't be a, his or hers, just ours Then you'll see what I've been tryin' to show you, all these years Do the right thing; cause after the tears, come the cheers I will, my Lord, with my heart, and my soul That's gonna be how I roll, from now until I'm old Lead and I'll follow, you take away the sorrow I'ma sleep on what you said, and holla back tomorrow I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him I want you to know Lord, that for what you've given me I'm thankful Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I'm grateful You gave us power in our words, so I think before I speak And that way when I speak, they know I'm here to teach Can't tell 'em nothin' wrong, cause I love em too much I reach a lot of people, and Lord I'm lovin' the touch But deep inside, I've got somethin' that's workin' against Everything I know is right, what I know makes sense That's when you must fight harder, than you've ever fought before 'Cause what you've got goin' on inside you is a war Between good and evil, be careful of those who wanna be you They smile, but are not really happy when they see you Be careful of the ones that always wanna get you high 'Cause when the time comes, that one'll let you die Listen to me, I'm here, but I can only help you If you want me to help, what do you want for yourself I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him My Lord, my savior, don't judge my behavior But instead, take what's in my heart, and put it in my head See I guess I really never knew, how proud I made you My life is yours, my soul I gave you I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side) And we both know the hood is rough (right by your side) Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes) But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright) You keep givin' me the word, and I'll put it to song Talk to me I'll talk to them, and we can't go wrong This is the start of somethin' strong, and this is just the start of it Praises to you my Lord, for lettin' me be a part of it I was that kid that, been there, did that Became ashamed so I hid that But, ain't no longer with that Use me as an example, if I can do it, then they can too With the Lord behind us, there ain't nothin' that we can't do I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him He's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes 'Cause it'll be alright Yeah, he's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes Cause, it's gonna be alright Yeah yeah, yes it is |
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Why do good girls
like bad guys Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo who would ever think that the two would go good Midtown honey nigga from the hood But knock on wood I got this bitch excuse me She don't like to be called a bitch try not to lose The rules we go by where I'm from she don't know When I say I'm goin around the way she won't go c'mon baby you aight with me Tryin to get you to spend the whole night with me uhh that's why I like her Couldn't treat like her a hoodrat didn' bite her Turn a church girl to a straight ruff ryder Take her to the ramada make it an all nighter Fuckin with me I have you in the back of the chevelle Like what hittin it raw dogg in the butt You was good this mornin but tonight you a slut Why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo i'm diggin you cause you make me wanna do All them things I was taught I wasn't supposed to I'm secure keep it tight while you on tour you fuckin wit a dog that's why I'm feelin you more Attractive to me wit yo' tactics Hit it like ahhh make me backflip you been tryin to act rich that's why I taxed you And I just got married hell but I ain't even ask you I'm just tellin you cause nowadays bitches be flippin One more bitch I'm skippin damn girl Cause you be actin like listen I ain't always talkin money But I will keep you wit a smile and walkin funny So what's it gon' be yo what you mean what to do You want the nigga wit the slacks or the jeans and the boots You wanna be safe or be laced 'cause you can be replaced Yeah you can be erased don't get slapped babyface like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Man I got shorty stayin out late well i keep him wit a cut and his nails stay clean at least I get a nut And I got honey rebellin and I stopped him from sellin I be gettin away with murder right shit I ain't tellin Straight out the hood yeah nigga you get mushy I got honey suckin dick and I got you eatin pussy I can be good in a bad way I can be bad in a good way Girl you ain't the same dog that's what them rats in the hood say Or would say if you was around them more often I got honey smokin weed it be havin me coughin She keep the dog on the leash when we walk in the streets And if y'all think it's sweet then the dog's off the leash I don't want no drama wit no baby's mama I might be a good girl but I keeps the armor Girl you off the hook but at least now I know why Good girls like bad guys Why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Uhh uhh |
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