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[DMX talking]
Now i gotta deal with this shit Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz Fuck is y'all niggaz... Y'all niggaz just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin? Oh my God, y'all niggaz can't be serious [Chorus: DMX - repeat 2X] Where da hood, where da hood, where da hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where da wood at? All them niggaz actin up?!? Where da wolves at? You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that [DMX] Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X Last I heard, y'all niggaz was havin sex, with the SAME sex I show no love, to homo thugs Empty out, reloaded and throw more slugs How you gonna explain fuckin a man? Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touchin ya hand I don't fuck with chumps, for those to been to jail That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads Only know how to be ONE WAY, that's the dog I know how to get down, know how to BITE Bark very little, but I know HOW TO FIGHT I know how to chase a cat up in the tree MAN, I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME, IS YOU CRAZY?!? [Chorus] [DMX] Once a song, I come though, guns is drawn BLAM BLAM, lungs are gone, sons will mourn From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog when the street passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue Don't play with these cats cuz I ain't got nothin to say to these cats For the mothers that really do love em, please pray for these cats Cuz I know niggaz is hardheaded but I ain't got the patience Don't want me havin no patience turn into more patience More trips to ICU cuz I see you Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do Where my dogs at? (RIGHT HERE) See them niggaz? (RIGHT WHERE?!?) GET EM BOY! (RIGHT THERE) That's how we do... (AIIGHT THEN) This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs YO, WHERE WE AT BABY?!? (CREEPIN THROUGH THE FOG) From then till now, don't ask me how Know that we gon roll like them niggaz and hit every block on the job [Chorus] [DMX] I did tapes doin crimes, stomp niggaz like grapes makin wine Five CD's with mad rhymes Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin You really wanna stop niggaz from dyin? Stop niggaz from tryin I cuz I ain't really got that time to waste and I thought I told you to get these fuckin bums out my face Lookin atchu in your grill, I might be nice to cut Once I split ya ass in two, you'll be twice as butt Yeah, you right, I know ya style - PUSSY cuz I'm fuckin it Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he suckin it MOTHERFUCKER, don't you know you'll never come near me Shove ya head up ya ass, have you seein shit clearly Never heard that D be runnin, cuz D be gunnin I beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me comin/cumin Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind and if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine [Chorus] [DMX talking] WHERE THE FUCKIN HOOD AT?!? (It's all good, the dog is the hood) NO ONES' FUCKIN WITH ME NIGGA, FO REAL (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I AM THE HOOD, I AM THE STREETS (It's all good, the dog is the hood) YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA (It's all good, the dog is the hood) TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT, MOTHERFUCKER (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I'M IN THE HOOD ALL DAY (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I THINK I'M LIKE THE ONLY NIGGA, DOG (It's all good, the dog is the hood) THAT CAN GO TO THE PROJECTS (SCHOOL STREET, HOME OF THE BRAVE) BY HIS FUCKIN SELF AND BE GOOD YEAH NIGGA, ASK NIGGAZ ON Y.O. (MY PROJECTS, Y.O.) WHEN THE LAST TIME THEY SEEN DOG (Not too long ago baby) MOTHERFUCKER.. DEE, WAAH, UGH... (Y'all niggaz is homeless) KATO... (Where the hood at?) |
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| 2. |
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Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? Chorus It's all good It's alright Fuck all day Fuck all night Call my bitches, cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches East to the west coast, all my bitches Yo Chickens is good for plucking So I'm stickin' bitches, fuckin' Got 'em trickin' while they suckin' Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin' I've done it all From mackin' 2 hoes, on a three-way Dominican hoes on B day Country hoes in V-A And they all say The same about my game It's tight Thats why every night A different group of bitches start a fight Over some dick that they don't even own All I'm givin' them is the bone Blowin' up a niggaz phone But ain't nobody home I'm in a zone Tryin' to do things But turns into a cruel thing Whats up girlfriend, you game? No wonder why When I leave at night It's cause I theive at night I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right I fuck they head up with some slick shit Hit 'em off with some long dick shit Make it some quick shit, but rip shit Then I'm out, just like the trash on a thursday Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day chorus Flocks of bitches by the dozens From sisters to cousins Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't Ever gonna do Like knowin' I'd fuck the bitch that she was close to Still gave up the ass and dough She was supposed to Pictures of bitches And flicks of chicks Videos with the baddest hoes, sucking dick It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong and honeys can't help but get strong Cause the game is too strong I like 'em greedy Black like edi Eyes beady Willin' to give to the needy I done ran through 'em all From around the way bitches Outta state hoes And even hitting gay bitches All I tell 'em is "let me get that" Then it's on Knock her mothafuckin' boots And then I'm gone I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing" Cause I leave that hoe with no dough And plenty back pain chorus Bitches who get props Cause they know who can get got And they can get shot By the way ya niggaz flip drop Walk up in the spot Knowin' what she want Strictly When hun wants the dickly Hun comes and gets me It's amazing Does it get crazy Known to be swayze Cause thats daddy's baby i keep them hoes in check Like the government Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick Snd they lovin' it Huggin' it Like it's they best friend Cause it is Word to mix Fuckin' with tricks is just biz I deal with strictly dimes Got 'em commitin' they first crimes Cause she suckin' dick for the first time And ain't no secret 'Bout how i freak it When it's sleek it Never knew how I peeped it Then creeped it That's how I know this must be that shit I tell them bitches "i'll be back" And they believe that shit chorus x4 Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches? (repeat x4) |
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| 3. |
| 4:12 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:06 |
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[DMX, (Sheek)]
(Yea I'm right here dog) Where my dogs at (We right here dog) Where my dogs at (I'm right here dog) [DMX] What must I go through to show you shit is real And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggaz feel Rob then I steal, not cause I want to cause I have to And don't make me show you what the Mack do If you don't know by now then you slippin I'm on some bullshit thats got me jackin, niggaz flippin I got my man and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty Crimey it's all for the money is you wit me Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime And when it's on we transform like Optimus Prime I'll form the head, roll out let's make it happen If we ain't gonna get it wit them we'll take the cap down Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's off this nigga A novice nigga never made a sound Breath too fuckin hard like you gettin bust down [Hook x2] Yo, yo ya n...az wanna be killers (get at me dog) Ya n...az wanna feel us (get at me dog) Ya n...az want the real (Get at me dog) Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal [DMX] (Nowadays, it aint) lookin' too good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin niggaz What you doin? Robbin niggaz, jerkin niggaz, stickin niggaz Cause they deserve it; with money got murdered They know he died slow cause they heard it The nigga aint blew up the spot in a while and the motherfucker ain't got shot in a while (you know?) Just takes the light up, to fuck the night up blow everything in sight up fuck around and I'll have your ass right up What makes you some shit you wasn't able to stand I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of the hand The days are longer and seems like I'm facing time I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin mine I soak it all up like a sicka fly Cause nowadays gettin' by, catchin mall, an occasional meal and gettin high, I live to die, that's where I'm headed let your man hold somthin, now it's all about you can get it [Hook] Yo, yo ya n...az wanna be killers (get at me dog) Ya n...az wanna feel us (get at me dog) Ya n...az want the real (Get at me dog) Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal [DMX] One in the back wit ya faggot ass face down Lucky that you breathin but you dead from the waist down The fuck is on your mind? Talkin that shit that you be talkin And I bet you wish you never got hit cause you be walkin But shit happens and fuck it, you done did ya dirt niggaz is wonderin how the fuck you hid your skirt Right under they eyes, like a surprise to the guys that one of their mans was a bitch in disguise uh, fuckin with cats and order more hits and slaughter more kids Let me hollar at you young'un for the wrong shit Knahmean? I'm just robbin to eat And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin the street When we starve and we eat, whatever's there Come on you know the code in the street, whatever's fair Blood stains and chalk, cause yo man couldn't walk after the talk about him knockin at 11, 33 to New York Transformin us niggaz so get it quick You know for real that nigga can fuckin suck my dick And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game to barely move me cause when I blow shit up I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in the Scary Movie Ah, you know I don't know how to act Get too close to niggaz, it's like: "Protected by Viper, stand back" What's this?? I thought you niggaz you was killas! Demented! The fuck you want me to do with this coward? Finish him, it's ended |
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| 3:32 |
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Somethin' new
(Chorus 2x) Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders roll [DMX] Niggaz wanna try(what), niggaz wanna lie(what) Then niggaz wonder why(what), niggaz wanna die (what) All I know is pain(what) All I feel is rain (what) How can I maintain(what), with mad shit on my brain(what) I resort to violence(what), my niggaz move in silence(what) Like you don't know what are style is (what) New York niggaz the wildest(what) My niggaz is wit' it (what) You want it? come and get it (what) Took it then we split it (what) You fuckin' right we did it (what) What the fuck you gonna do (what) when we run up on you (what) fuckin' wit' the wrong crew (what) don't know what we goin' thru (what) I'ma have ta show niggaz (what) how easily we blow niggaz (what) When you find out there's somemore niggas (what) that's runnin with your niggaz (what) Nothin' we can't handle (what) break it up and dismantle (what) light it up like a candle (what) just cause I can't stand you (what) Put my shit on tapes(what) like you bussin' grapes (what) Think you holdin weight? (what) Then you haven't met the Apes (what) (Chorus 2x) [DMX] Is ya'll niggaz crazy? (what) I'll buss you and be swazy (what) Stop actin' like a baby, (what) mind your business lady (what) Nosy people get it too(what), when you see me spit at you (what) you know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you (what) Yeah I know it's pitiful (what) That's how niggaz get down (what) Watch why niggaz spit round (what) Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground (what) just for talkin' shit clown (what) Oh you think it's funny (what) then you don't know me money (what) It's about to get ugly (what) fuck it dog I'm hungry (what) I guess you know what that mean (what) come up off that green (what) Five niggaz or a fiend (what) don't make it a murder scene (what) Give a dog a bone (what) leave a dog alone (what) let a dog roam and he'll find his way home (what) Home of the brave, my home is a cage(what) and yo I'ma slave til' my home is a grave (what) I'm a pull capers, it's all about the papers(what) Bitches talkin' paper, then how they wanna rape us (what) (Chorus 2x) [DMX] Look what you done started (uh) Asked for it, you got it (what) had it, should have shot it (what) Now your dearly departed (what) Get at me dog, (what) did I rip shit (what) with this one here I flip shit (what) Niggaz know when I kick shit (what) it's gonna be some slick shit (what) What was that look for (what) when I walked in the door(what) Oh you thought you was raw (what) BOOM! Not anymore! (what) Cause now you on the floor (what) wishin you never saw (what) me walk through that door, with that 4 4 (what) Now it's time for bed (what) Two more to the head(what), got the floor red (what) Yeah that nigga's dead (what) Another unsolved mystery, (what) It's goin' down in history (what) Niggaz ain't never did shit to me (what) Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me (what) Gots to make the move, (what) got a point to prove (what) Got a make'em grove(what), got'em all like ooh (what) So to the next time(what), you hear this nigga rhyme (what) try to keep your mind(what), on gettin pussy and crime (what) (Chorus 1x) (GUNFIRE!) TALK IS CHEAP MUTHAFUCKA! |
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| 6. |
| 3:53 |
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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 [CHORUS] x2 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 repeat 1X You still playin games You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name That's how we do 'em 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 (aight) 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 [CHORUS] 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 [CHORUS] x4 D-M-X! [CHORUS] D-M-X! |
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| 7. |
| 4:32 |
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[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX 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 [DMX] 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 Chorus [DMX] 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 Chorus [DMX] 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 Chorus [DMX] 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. |
| 3:38 |
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Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, Yo don't get it twisted This rap shit, is mine Motherfucker, it's not, a fuckin, game Fuck what you heard It's what you hearin (what you hearin) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) X gon give it to ya Fuck waitin for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real With the non-stop pop pop of stainless steel Go hard gettin busy with it But I got such a good heart That I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again Cuz I am right so I gots to win Break bread wit the enemy But no matter how many cats I break bread with I'll break who you sendin' me You motherfuckers never wanted nothin But your life saved, bitch, that's on a light day I'm gettin down, down Make a nigga set free But i won't be the one endin up on his knees, bitch please If the only thing you cats did was came out to play Stay out my way Motherfucker [Chorus] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, DON'T LET IT GO YO X gon give it to ya(uh) He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya(uh) He gon give it to ya [2X] Ain't never gave nothin' to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands out wantin' somethin' from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Let's leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it with full strength I'm a jail nigga So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you Whatever, whenever Nigga fuck you gon do? I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears I put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is They don't know who we be Lookin', but they don't know who they see Nigga [Chorus] ey yo, where my niggaz at? I know I got them down in the streets Give em love and they give it back Talk to much for to long Don't give up your too strong (What?!) Love to da wild wild hunters Shout-out to niggas that done it And it ain't even about the dough It's about gettin' down for what you stand for, yo Fo' real [Chorus] |
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| 4:29 |
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[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] Bring it! What? We right here We're not goin anywhere We right here This is ours and we don't share We right here Bring your crew cuz we don't care We right here Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1] One mo' time, I gots to hit the streets off, make the streets talk Let 'em know it ain't a sweet walk This gon' be The only joint made this year that'll knock 'til 2003 And y'all gon' see That the hottest nigga out there, was, is, and will be me Just like that I can go away for a minute, do some other shit, but bounce right back And when it's on I'm comin strapped, with some shit that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn And when you gone Ain't no comin back in the morning, like that shit was a dream Nigga you gone That's for real Creep niggas like a seal, totin steel, stick a nigga make him squeal Oh my God Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard Come on! [Chorus] [Verse 2] Here we go again How many million did my last one sell? Fuck it, I'm goin for ten This never gon' stop; and every fuckin time I hit you it's goin straight to the top of the charts The champion I'm a thoroughbred, my blood is strong, and I scratch 'til you done Cross the line And ain't no more scratches after that, straight up, niggas is dyin Yo, what the fuck Is you cats doin runnin around like this, like you won't get stuck Yo, that's my word I stay givin it to niggas, and I stay not really being heard But, y'all gone see That the same things thou done to them, will be done to thee And then you'll know That sometimes though you come thru the front, you leavin out the backdo' Come on! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Bring the noise And you better come with niggas you don't give a fuck about, Cuz you gone lose your boys Cuz we don't play And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin to say Dog for life Whether I'm on or off the leash I bite, streets are my life Click click boom {*gunshot*} Another life taken too soon, another mother had a funeral Still waters run deep And the pain is forever alive inside, makes it hard to sleep But I keep goin, goin Shit I'm always careful when I walk, I'm always seein, knowin The dog gone live Stay walkin the wire, over the fire, when I can I give The dog is good And how it's stayin dog gone fuck with the hood The dog fuck with the wood [Chorus] 2x [DMX] We right here Uh, uh, uh [Repeat until fade] |
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| 10. |
| 4:04 |
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Phone rings
Guy: Whose dick you sucking? Girl: Don't call me with that bullshit, alright Guy: You lying, you lying to me, Di Girl: Yeah exactly Guy: Whose dick you sucking? C'mon Di, I just heard some shit about you, some foul shit. The fuck is the deal? Girl: Suck my fucking dick you bitchass nigga! I don't Guy: No you explain it to me bitch. You know what I'm talking about. Girl: I don't know nobody up here! I don't fuck with nobody up here and I ain't been fucking with nobody up here! I don't know nobody in fucking Yonkers! Guy: Lying ass bitch. You ain't shit. Do I got to hollar his name too? Girl: Who the fuck is he!? Guy: Bitch you fuckin up! hangs up Chorus: "All I want is you, all I want" (Background) What type of games is being played, how's it going down? If it's on till it's gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit me or what, they gon try to give me a nutt Just honeys wanna give me the butt, wha.. I'm politicking with this chick and wondering if I'ma creep her Little hoodrat bitch from 25th named Tenika Coming through, like I do, you know Getting my bark on Knew she was a thug because when I met her she had a scarf on 5411, size 7 in girls Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls Girlfriend,(what?), remember me, from way back, I'm the same cat With the wave cap the motherfucker that tnt used to blaze at Still here so it's all good Oh you know my niggas Rich and them doing they thing on 35th Damn It's a small hood, and it's all wood, so let me get that number I get up, aight Hit you on da track later on, see wassup Talking to shorty made me wanna do something nice Looking at that ass made me wanna do something tonight And I know right when I see right, shorty looking like she tight She bite, let her give a nigga the green light, we might.. Chorus - 2x I'm getting at shorty like what you need, what you want Offer nothing, cuz I got you, must you front? I see you with your baby father but it don't matter Since you gave me the pussy, that ass is getting fatter Let that nigga play daddy, make moves with me I done kept it more than real boo, can't lose with me Heard he smacked you 'cuz you said my name while y'all was sexin' Ran up on this cat, thought was me, and started flexin' You know I ain't even with that So he gon' have to get that just on TP Try to creep me, what? Leave that nigga sleepy On the strength of you, that's your kid's daddy I ain't gon' send him on his way, put him up in that big caddy But let him know Never mind yo, I need you to go Take this snow up to 150, see Joe Get that, come back with that We can split that, sit back Fuck, puff a L, forget that You wit dat? Chorus - 2x Aiyyo this chicken got me digging her moves, 'cuz she smooth Win or lose, whoever she choose, it's the dues Respect is not expected but it's given 'cuz it's real Being neglected the norm, expect it, the deal Lie, cheat, and steal for me Putting something in a nigga's wig if you squeal for me Kill for me, you still with me 'Cuz we get down like what Told you from the door, it ain't all about a nutt I'm gon' be fair, try to be there We gon' see then, hit me with the question boo That answer gon' be yeah See there, something can go wrong, it does Love'd it, Let it go but it came back, that's how strong it was But you belonged to Cuz, couldn't belong to me You had two kids by this nigga, it was wrong for me But we gon' always be, best of friends haha Mad love, Boo, to the end haha Chorus to Fade |
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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Uh.. uh.. uh, uh, uh [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain It's not that we gotta do what we do It's what we know, so to me it ain't nuttin but bein true but [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain It doesn't have to be the way it is, you say it is Just because for the past 20 years, every day it is [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain I wanna be able to walk out my front door Without worryin about comin in conflict with the law, cause [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain If I follow Him, they'll follow me And I'll speak life into the word that you can see [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain We get away with everyday shit, but everyday shit catches up to you and when it does you can't say shit! [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain If I don't, you will, when I won't, you steal What makes it feel like we gots to kill? [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain How many more lives must we lose? How many more times must we choose to trust these fools? [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain If it ain't broke, don't fix it I gave it to you straight don't mix it twist it up on some slick shit [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain I don't have to talk to it any more I don't have to walk to it any more, I'm out the door [SLAM] [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain I wanna find peace with the Lord I don't wanna find a beast with the sword, I can't afford to [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain When every day of my life Is a constant fight between wrong and right [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain I thank you Lord for my life Thank you Lord for keepin it loose when things got tight [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain Only I can stop the rain Only I can stop the pain, yeahh [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain Only I can stop, the rain, stop, the rain, yeahh - WHAT? ... GRRRR, only I (only I) can stop (can stop) the rain (the rain) Only I can stop the rain, cause the rain falls on me [singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain Only I can stop the rain [thunderclap] |
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| 12. |
| 4:20 |
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[DMX]
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) Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) One more road to cross One more risk to take Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make [DMX] 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 Chorus [DMX] 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 Chorus [DMX] 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 wouldn't 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 Chorus 2X |
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| 13. |
| 5:07 |
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive well that's to find meaning in the suffering. Chorus Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up! (Repeat) -1- I been through mad different phases like Mazes to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids doing something more constructive with they time than bids I know because I been there now I'm in there (uhh) sit back & look at what it took for me to get there (uhh) First came the bullshit the drama with my mama she got on some fly shit so I split and said that I'ma be (whooh) that seed that doesn't need much to succeed (Uhh) strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed (what) I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was baggin' niggas when I caught a buzz for thinking about how short I was (c抦on) Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail (uh-huh) They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man when I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid? (uhh) Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme (uhh) to get more green than I'd ever seen in a dream (uhh) and by all means I will be living high off the hog (what) and I never gave a fuck about much but my dog (what) That's the only muthafucka I had offered my last Just another little nigga headed nowhere fast Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up! -2- That ain't the half (uh) shit get's worse as I get older (uh-huh) actions become bolder heart got colder (uh-huh) chip on my shoulder that I dared a nigga to touch didn't need a click cause I scared a nigga that much (c抦on) One deep with a bitch, startin shit for kicks catchin' vicks throwin' bricks (uh) gettin by bein' slick (uh) used to get high just to get by (what) used to have to puff my L in the morning before I could fly (what) I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin' (uh-huh) I did some coke now I'm ready to take something (uhh) 3 years later showing signs of stress didn't keep my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed (ohhh) I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife (c抦on) wanna make records but I'm fuckin it up (why) I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up! -3- Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom (uh) Niggas talking shit like damn look how that rock got him (uh) Open like a window no more Indo look at a video (uh) sayin' to myself that could've been yo ass on the TV believe me it could be done somethin's got to give it's got to change cause now I've got a son (yes) I've got to do the right thing for shorty and that means no more getting high drinking forties (c抦on) So I get back lookin' type slick again (uh) Fake niggas jump back on my dick again (uh-huh) Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel & much respect to all my niggas that kept it real Kept a nigga strong (uh) kept a nigga from doin' wrong (uh) niggas know who they is and this is yo fuckin song (uh) and to my boo who stuck with a nigga through all the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due (c抦on c抦on) Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up! See, this is that shit This is that shit That all real niggas can relate to This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted Ahh X BABY!!!!! |
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| 14. |
| 4:23 |
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[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!! We don't give a what what!! (shiet) [Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)] Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (uh) Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (that's right) [Verse - DMX] Once again it's the darker nigga Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, I'll get up Hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B. And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter kid Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1 But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night To make moves again, stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for [Chorus - repeat 2x] [Outro - Swizz Beatz] Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Yo yo CMON! |
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| 15. |
| 3:53 |
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[DMX]
Same old shit dog, just a different day You know how niggas 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, then you know it's fuck you I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand (uuh) Hit him with work cause yo, that's my little man (uh-uhh) He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him And when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him (aight) Never told nutting wrong, I kept it fair He didn't listen , so I might as well have been talking to the air (damn) Everybody makes mistakes, and mistakes is aight But if it ain't,Ima tell you straight time to say goodnight Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship But shorty's fucking up big time, I HATE THIS SHIT I'm caught in the middle of having love for a lil' nigga Knowing what's expected of me as a real nigga (damn) My next move is crucial, wat do I do? How do I keep real to my shorty and my crew? Didn't want to kill him, so instead of putting the Mac on him I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him Chorus:DMX Here we go again Same old shit dog, just a different day Here we go again You know how niggas 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 now it's fuck you [DMX] Niggas 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-uuh) do what you gonna do (uh) Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through (aight?) I can forgive you, 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 (uuh) If I see you again, GET IT, understood? Go ahead 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) Chorus: [DMX] I should have followed my 1st instinct cause I knew Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do Now this niggas fucking wit the competition (WHAT?) Ungrateful motherfucker, shoulda got him missing (WHAT?) This nigga got the nerve to take my kindness, for a weakness Gotsa get back on some street shit so i can creep this Rat, When I act, Take one, set im 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*} BZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them Feeling lucky? CLICK! Looks like you are CLICK!CLICK!CLICK, luck ain't goin too far What you did was put a another pair of shoes And they happened to be too big What you did was stupid (damn) real fucking stupid (aight) Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do? Threw it back in my fucking face, so FUCK YOU TOO! *BLAM* aight Chorus x2 |
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| 16. |
| 3:42 |
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[Intro]
UH Def Jam Uh Ruff Ryders (The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog, how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog) My nigga TP creep with me (The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog, how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog) [Verse 1] [DMX] Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one Where's my gaurdian angel Need one, wish I had one [Damien] I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down And tryin' to fuck all these bitches I'ma show you how [DMX] But who? [Damien] My name D like you but my friends call me Damien And I'ma put you into somethin' about this game we in You and me could take it there And you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin' [DMX] That's a givin' [Damien] You'll see [DMX] Hmmm thats what I've been wantin' all my life Thinkin' 'bout my little man so I call my wife Well your dada is about to make it happen [Damien] What you mean my nigga? [DMX] I'm about to make it rappin' Today I met this cat He said his name was Damien He thinks that we're alot alike and wants to be my friend [Damien] You mean like Chuckie? [DMX] HaHa yeah just like Chuckie [Damien] Dada looks like we both lucky [DMX] Yeah [Chorus] The Snake, the rat, the cat, the dog How you gon' see them if you livin in the fog (4x) [Verse 2] [Damien] Hey yo D [DMX] What up D [Damien] You a smooth nigga, I seen you But nobody knew who pulled the trigger [DMX] Yeah, you know it's always over doe [Damien] You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe [DMX] Na, na that ain't my style [Damien] May you stay frontin' but you still my man and I ain't goin' say nothin', got yo weed go 'head smoke it<whaa?>, go 'head drink it, go 'head 'n fuck shorty you know I can keep a secret I'm about to have you drivin' probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends Blood out, blood in [DMX] Sounds good to me, fuck it, what I got to lose Hmm nothin' I can think of, ANY NIGGA WOULD CHOOSE Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas Pockets stay laced, nigga I push G's For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand Now that I think about it yo, that's my man [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Damien] You like how everything is goin' You like what I gave you<yeah> You know if you was goin' down I'd be the one to save you<true> But yo I need a favor, these cat's across town hate me Plus they behave, they haven't been to good lately [DMX] What!?! anything for you dog Where them niggas at [Damien] 38th and Broadway [DMX] Let me get the Gat Run up on 'em strapped Bust off caps on four niggas Laid low for 'bout a month and killed two more niggas Now I'm ready to chill but you still want me to kill [Damien] Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real [DMX] Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time [Damien] Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in 89 [DMX] Naw, that's my man [Damien] I thought I was your man [DMX] But yo, that's my nigga [Damien] Hey who's your biggest fan, either do it or give me your right hand That's what you said [DMX] I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead [Chorus] In the fog, the fog livin' in the fog How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog To be continued motherfuckers Haaaaaahahaha |
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| 17. |
| 3:36 |
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[DMX]
uh-huh, uh-huh (x4) [Hook] Y'all been eatin long enough now stop bein greedy Just keep it real partner give to the needy Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait fuck around and I'm go'a bite you and snatch the plate [DMX] I could flip that flow, I could stick that hoe I could get that dough, you know I'm with that yo Ain't a thing about the shit I can't do, I haven't seen But when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin dreams All nightmares, the light dares to desert me Got me like everybody wants to hurt me Paranoid, so I strike out at what ever The closest thing to me is gonna get it but, never Will I, can I think death is wrong So I'ma keep holdin on til, what's left is gone You could put that on my nigga Boom These other rap cats will give a nigga room But if it calls for me to force my way in the door Headhuntin mother fuckers,so stay on the floor 4-4, that's what I get sick wit rrrrrrr Four more, now all this is liquid rrrrrr [Hook x2] [DMX] I thank the lord everyday that I'm blessed with a gift I'm The best, so, unless you wanna rest with the stiff Don't touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone When you walk pass the dog house leave it a bone Dogs bite, dogs fight, dogs knife Scratch, shank, and hold all night So when you hear the arf arf, start runnin Cause when you hear the arf arf, I'm comin But I don’t like drama so I say to myself, "Keep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth I want the money and give me the honeys with big asses The most expensive champagne you got in big glasses" I'm broke so I'ma bash his head wide open Beggin me to stop but at least he died hopin Didn't get his wish,now he's a dish for the pack Two glowin red eyes, everything else is black [Hook x2] [DMX] When the sun is up the gun is up on the shelf And all the runners up are thankin me for their help Hopin that they not around when it gets dark outside Sun's goin down you hear the bark outside Locks off the cage, gauge, With the buck shots, faggot You've been lucky all day thats when your luck stops One drops, and another and another Gun pops, goin' through you hittin' your mother When does it all end, I found a friend in a dog Cause fuckin wit these cats will send a friend to the morgue Many questions, no answers, just stress Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed If you curse and it gets worse as time goes by Can't see straight cause I'm so high, Why ask why when you know Nigga when its your time to go, roll [Hook x4] |
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| 18. |
| 4:49 |
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[DMX]
Uhh, yeah Another one of those - this is for my nigga Q - down to earth joints Rest in peace baby, you're not for me dawg [Chorus] They don't knooow, who we beee They don't knooow, who we beee [DMX over Chorus] That's how many that don't know, they knew I could do it! This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby They still ain't ready... [DMX] What they don't know is! The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (what?) The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!) The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs (uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!) The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!) The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!) The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!) Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!) The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!) The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!) The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!) The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!) The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!) The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!) The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!) [Chorus 2X] [DMX] What we seeing is! The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh) The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh) The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!) The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!) The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!) The cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh) The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!) The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!) The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!) The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not (uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!) The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you (damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer [Chorus 2X] [DMX] This here is all about! My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh) Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did (uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh) My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh) My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!) Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!) The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!) The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's (damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge (aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me (what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh) The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight? [Chorus 4X] [DMX over Chorus] Man listen These motherfuckers don't know, who we are! They don't know They couldn't possibly fuckin know dawg That's from the heart |
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| 4:37 |
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DMX - dialogue I ain't goin back to jail Next time, the County or the State see me it's gonna be in a bag UHH! This is it baby! End of the road, ha hah! When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
Method Man Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me Cause we family for better or worse, you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer for deceased peers, holdin fort Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked Homicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale movie dialogue Who wan' test me, c'mon! Me shot pussy-hole fi fun Nas Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, liqueur pourin' My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and only five in, the Belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth We slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street huh Ja Rule Chorus: (repeat 2X) When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life) Method Man - dialogue There's mad money out here dawg Mad money out here What you tryin to get it? (Word up) You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo) I hear you I hear you DMX Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D The dawg come and getcha outside The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED? Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine, c'mon cry nigga It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall Chorus |
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| 4:00 |
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[swizz beatz]
Keep yo hands in the air, cause we gon take you there And I know it aint fair, but we just dont care.. Uh-huh, uh, what Chorus: dmx (repeat 2x) Aint no other cats got love for me Aint no cats gon bust THUGS WIT me Aint no cats gon shed blood for me But my dogs, is gon be a thug for me [dmx] Uhh, uhh If Im gonna rob, ima rob all night If Im lookin for somethin its probably a fight If Im goin fuck bitches then they better be tight If thats dead, then the head better be right If I gots to play ima play til I win Since I gots to be here cant wait to begin Wanna fuck shorty cant stand shorty friend Cause honey friend fuck many many men Stay wit the rats cause the rats is real Wanna fuck, then we fuck, already know the deal Shit, fuck what you look like, just show the real And I keep A spot that we can go to chill I love my, get down for the hoes Only reason I come around is for the hoes Pipework - I lay it down for the hoes Hit em off with that dark brown, you know? Chorus [drag-on] Yknow fuckin wit me, aint keepin your health right Cause me and my rolls, we keep it jail tight The shit I pack is heavy, but the shell is light When they drop the same time, you drop without a fight Burnin anything that Im puttin my name on You might take a drag, but you cant flame on I know yall niggaz to homey, wit a chain on When it come to the fire Im the kid they blame it on When you see like eight cars then yall know who we are Niggaz spittin mean bars off the green jar Never drunk but you see me leaned at the bar Spittin fire thatll melt the ice on your arm You had that but for now dog give me that Cause dog you dont wanna see how my semi act Fake hustlin niggaz youll pump any pack When it come to this shit, I done laid plenty flat (cmon!) Chorus [dmx] Do you hear what I tell you? understand what you hear Dont let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear Do you hear what I tell you? understand what you hear Dont let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear Uhh, uhh What you niggaz want? cause I got it right here Yall niggaz front, then I hit you right there Not really impressed by what niggaz wear Faggots talk shit but I really dont care Im the type of nigga thatll die for the cause Fuck what you heard, I will die for my dogs Aint scared of shit - will ride in the fog Same thing but a bigger size than yours I fuck with drag-on, cause he spits the flame Drag-on motherfucker dont forget the name And we all takin over aint shit the same If you aint out that mob nigga quit the game And aint no other cats got love for me Aint no other cats gon bust THUGS WIT me Aint no other cats gon shed blood FOR me But my dogs, is gon be a thug wit me, cmon! Chorus [dmx] Do you hear what I tell you? understand what you hear Dont let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear Do you hear what I tell you? understand what you hear Dont let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear [swizz beatz] Uh-huh, uh Uh.. drag-on My man Swizz beatz Uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Double-r, uh |
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Jay! Fuck that
This is it right here baby! You know what it is [Jadakiss] Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck Double R T with the matchin bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss Cuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon And you know I'm still right in the main Light in the green I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me you probably don't want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip Usually a good nigga even though I'm able to flip You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X> And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet A zebu's my pet And get in the bed and with the legs then that [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swanson and New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson I put fear in y'all heads Sheek Louch type a nigga that gasoline yall beds And that's warning If you all alive in the morning, that's fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine I want PC, see me tuck in your chains I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain't changed It's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fitted And I don't need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't fuck with shoes And from a nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine Don't make me mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your spine Fuck with me, you be a was nigga Nigga was dope Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke What, you crazy? [Styles] Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shells In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of L's Blow, stay on the low Get a Henney and swig I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y'all niggaz is sonned out, let me speak to your father Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit You hold your nine if you holdin a brick Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live all y'all niggaz eager to die I tell all my niggaz ride You won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6's and Hummers Bitches among us Try not to let this bullshit become us This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane Now bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done change You dead bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppin Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT I just circle around the block in a drop Tell them to jump through the top Where the sun roof used to be I could see y'all not used to me Nigga flows like none other I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butt ya You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers [DMX] I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn't come to my face So what that mean you cats is playin games again So what I do start namin names again(what!) All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart(uh!) Play like you dunno and L.O.X. is gonna bark We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz(aight!) Y'all niggaz besta stop playin It'd be the ones you forgotten about That'll get you shot in your mouth *ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs covered Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered It's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot |
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