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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
[DMX]
You got a minute for yo' son father, I need to talk I'm so tired of tryin to run father, let's take a walk I'm so sorry for what I done father, it ain't my fault But the devil's been on my back lately, he's like a hawk You never give us more than we can handle, but it's gettin hard And I'm a strong individual, but I need you God Lot of things that I used to, I don't wanna run the streets like I used to, I know I'm gonna speak the word for you one day Up in there like, "Hallelujah!" on Sunday I thank you Lord for the blessings that you gave me And for my life with the blessings you have saved me And for my wife you have carried me enough times - and that's the truth Married me to rough times, throughout my youth And through it all I saw that you was still with me I was that one lost sheep and you was comin to get me [Chorus] Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. [DMX] I look at life a little different now, since you hugged me And I always loved my peoples, but now they love me Thank you for the love Lord, we praise ya Jacob's descendants, from Africa to Asia Pleadin the blood of Christ over our life Wrong or right, just help us make it through the night and we'll shout yo' name in times of need And times of joy, and, when we bleed And, when we are overcome with greed You ain't gon' half to tell me twice, I'ma take heed And because of what you've given me, I know you'll deliver me And I won't drown no matter how deep the river be You are the strength I, never knew I had Kept the heart good when they told me it was bad All praises due to ya That's why I had to dedicate somethin new to ya, thank you father [Chorus] [DMX] Uhh.. I never knew a love like, this before Messin with the thug life I, missed it all You opened the doors and, let me in I'm down for the cause so, let's begin Prayers that you give to me I give to them Same way you live in me I live in them Life is a blessing now You got me smilin from inside of my heart, when inside it was dark And it doesn't rain anymore Only sunshine, no pain anymore, I really love my You washed away the tears with the fears I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, the whole thirty years You know that! one day I'll speak the word You know that! when I do I will be heard You know that! you gave me a permanent smile And you know this father because I'm yo' child, what? [Chorus] [Chorus] - (minus second half of each line) [Chorus] - repeat 2X Artist: (DMX f/) Bloodline, DJ Kay Slay Album: The Great Depression Song: Next Out the Kennel (Bonus Track) [DJ Kay Slay] Aiyyo, this is DJ Kay Slay from around the way And my dog DMX is puttin it down with the Bloodline family And the Bloodline kennels THE GREAT DEPRESSION! FOURTH TIME! X keeps it gutta and his dogs are no different You gotta respect the line... First out the kennel, Jynx reppin straight from Y.O. kennel Holdin it down... [Jynx] Let it be known, bring it to me Break the fingers that you write with Mouth that you recite with, real life shit Niggaz call me God on beats, cuz I light shit Quicker than those, shootin big holes, rippin your clothes Play games and have a thug nigga sittin at your home See you walkin with that bitch when he spit at yo dome Damn, ya brains all over the place Bitch cryin and screamin, cuz your brains is all over her face I got love for street thugs and killers, with deep mugs Who bust they guns first then they start to cuss Shook niggaz hold they guns till they start to rust Bitch niggaz don't want no parts of us, we dangerous Tripped a few of angel dust One shot turn yo brains to slush Yeah, niggaz don't learn shit till the lights is off It's too late, now your life is lost, motherfucker... [beat changes to "Bring Ya Whole Crew"] [DJ Kay Slay] DAMN! See what I'm sayin, this shit is real Next out the kennel, barkin from Dirty Jerz is that nigga Loose [Loose] Let me Loose nigga, get the fuck off me I can't believe my ears, hot, these niggaz is barely warm In fact they wack, they just got a hot song Fuckin up the game is catz like you That make wack niggaz think they can rap too But Loose at the door now, so come with me I'ma make sure no more rappers like you get in You want it? We can go hard with the beats Or hard to the body or hard to the teeth Yeah, I was on Universal, they couldn't have me They kept me on the hush, like Whitney drug habit Got drafted, then made it to the front line A year later, got traded to Bloodline Now it's hard for catz to keep they spot He rock too much ice, he can't keep it hot And when all the ice melt, they all want it down Loose, fuck that, the streets is mines now... [beat changes to "D-X-L Hard White"] [DJ Kay Slay] FIRE! Only stray kills, yaknowhatimsayin? Next out the kennel, my nigga Big Stan from Harlem Get at em dog... [Big Stan] Uh-oh, who's next? That would be me, BS, ya know? Uh, y'all niggaz ain't ready, uh I'm like a thieve in the night, I creep in your life One day when you nice, high off the henny Catch you while you partyin right With the semi, put your body on ice, for a price Make a bastard of your son as well as widow your wife My struggle was tight, love inside my heart has limits Like anything outside of Bloodline, bound to get it We bound to win it, niggaz want, we bound to give it And anything you catz start, you know we bound to finish Can you see the cage is open? Muzzle is off The nine is sick, the silencer will muffle the cough The Line is thick, Stan stay solo on cost My shoulder will frost on any nigga other than dog I'm the one ya moms would hate you to cross If you the only child, would be replacing the lost Please think before you go against the B dot S And no it's not a game, I'm one of Bloodline's best, nigga... [beat changes to "Make a Move"] [DJ Kay Slay] Whoa, whoa, whoa, they just keep bitin The last to bite, that bitch, the bitch of the litter Crazy Kash, Kasmir, get at em girl... [Kashmir] What the fuck ya niggaz know about grease? I got enough to put in ya piece, bust bust ten in piece Make ya back bend in a crease, that's what you get offend a beast You hatin me like I was a friend of Kelis Load, cock back and release Bad bitch crackin ya piece, bulletholes in the back of your peeps Always catch niggaz comin from the back with the heat Love to watch they knees buckle when they smack the concrete You ain't gotta love me just respect the bitch Scared to fight me, get your girls, so I can wet the bitch Who gives a FUCK who ya old lady be I put holes in ya old lady tee if she fuckin with me You know my niggaz Stan, Jynx, Loose, Berg and X Ya niggaz switchin occupations, cuz they heard we next No niggaz above mine, cuz no niggaz above mine And that shit's in my heart, cuz it's in my fuckin Bloodline... Artist: DMX f/ Drag-On, Mysonne Album: The Great Depression Song: Problem Child {Mysonne} (DMX) {Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {Problem Children, y'all niggaz got problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) [Chorus] {But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby) {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems} {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems} (No problems I'm telling you baby) [Mysonne] Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they guns Before I come it's tolate y'all had your fun It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run When we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocks Right in front of precents fuck cops niggaz want pops then they die for them Kiss the barrel, cry for them Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them Fuck voltron see what me and mines form In the nine storm, death times gone I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes on Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom niggaz wanna talk but they don't want no problems [Chorus] [DMX] All y'all niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussy Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down You cowards know it now i'ma hold it down When I'm done close it down It's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit where Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like that I been seen through they bullshit I'm real like that I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back I know how to flip on a nigga split him with the bat I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch You motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving them One by one until it's all of them Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga [Chorus] [Drag-On] Well it's the kid that a Crush your head into a cake batter Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit Guns I should've been arrested for Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw Don't you test me boy Don't fuck with X or Drag to the dash Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash Dumpster amoung the rest of them fags My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it off Just relax take you last breath and die it off Nothing but love I spread But if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head You sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of me It's fun to me, nitches [Chorus] Artist: DMX f/ Big Stan, Mic Geronimo Album: The Great Depression Song: Usual Suspects (Part 2) * * bonus track, continues on track #17 at 12:53 [Mic Geronimo] YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G Know the G, hah hah, know the face Hah hah, know the name nigga, hah C'mon, yeah, yeah Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all niggaz ain't about this life Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice White wraps for these niggaz who scrap and gun clap Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back Once you bitch-made niggaz started doin the rap Seven figure shit really started ruinin rap Take it back to hood shit bulletproof and biscuits Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight 'til we screamin all of us hate [Chorus: Mic Geronimo] You see shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel and shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel, yeah [Big Stan] Y'all niggaz better get the guns Fuck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it That's the fake shit, argue and just make shit hot And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make shit pop Nigga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves I'm ambidextrous, sold with the glock and the snub But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot then one big shot, and one kid drops Head shot, closed lid over one big box And a preacher left prayin over one big plot Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world And I'ma do it, wanna know how? Fuckin with Earl He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck B.S., Bloodline, what the fuck you expect nigga? [Chorus] [DMX - overlapping Chorus] Uhh, WHAT?! Uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh [DMX] It's time to take out the garbage, y'all niggaz want the hard shit I got shit that'll start shit, rip apart shit and disregard shit Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more? "Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins the bullshit we both went through form trusted friends Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel) Fuck what you heard baby! Shit's still real Y'all niggaz think your shit don't stink, cause it don't think Hit a motherfuckin iceberg your ship won't sink Bitch don't blink, cause I'ma hit you with somethin I'ma hit you for frontin, I'ma hit you for nuttin? You buggin I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you Fuck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
Huh This go out to my dog Kato rest in peace baby Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Started off two dogs with the same goal Nothing but two dogs walkin the same road Two different cultures but had the same heart Enjoyed seeing the light but lived in the dark 5th Avenue bumped heads in the parking lot aight Was a quiet brother didn't like to bark a lot Came direct when he came gave respect so I gave respect we shared the same respect To name regret in our own circles Two brothers with good heart's but if you start Two brothers that'll hurt you Know how that dirt do Hittin four corners arf arf arf ARF Right back upon us God tried to warn us but sometimes we don't see When I first heard I'm like THIS CAN'T BE Y'all niggaz is bugging Got the wrong information or something Please tell me these niggaz is frontin God know Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO let me kick it wid you for a minute There was things left unsaid dog we wasn't finished Never got to say THANKYOU for being a friend DOGS FOR LIFE and you rode to the end Held dog down didn't let a day go by Everytime dog came to the shy I was good trips out to Phoenix with the scrambler squad Now I come back to Phoenix and like damn it's hard To accept the fact that you won't be coming back But I hope you coming back cos I won't accept the fact When you came to New York you had to come to the crib And vice versa thats just how we did Remote control cars we would race all day It was adventure we would chase all day So I'm not gonna say goodbye my nigga Instead I would rather Focus on the time we spent together that's what matters Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO save me a spot next to you and the lord I don't know when I'm coming but keep checking the door But while I'm here knock on wood I'll make sure that your kids remember who their father was And Val is good understood how real niggaz move We don't part but ya gonna always have family in New York Believe that where you at you can see that We dogs for life and to death and I mean that vato Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Yo Where The Hood At is banging right now man That was your favourite choice We miss you Kato It's going just like we thought it would baby We miss you Kato Aight We miss you Kato I'll always love you K |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
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Swiss beats (Uhh uhh) Nigga, ryde or die (uhh uhh uhh) DMX what what (uhh uhh uhh) Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow Ain't no way ya niggaz you just don't know But niggaz is about to go oh no oh no Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine Ain't n |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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 Uhh, you're alright with him I said you're alright with him (x2) 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 * Repeat 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? * Repeat My Lord, my saviour, don't judge my behaviour 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, then they can too With the Lord behind us, there ain't nothin that we can't do * Repeat 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'ssssssssss gonna be alright Yeah yeah, yes it isssssssssss |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Got me on the run
Uh, uh BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, open the door, ATF To late to send my girl downstairs to say he left To the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, wit' a taste for war You know I laced the four, wit' the hallows Crack the safe, got the bottles Whatchu want me to do? Beep Carlos! Two houses over by the tall black fence I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this There go a Priest, yo, get in, you drive What the fuck you doin nigga? Tryin to stay alive Cops on every corner, I lay back and try to cruise by Who the fuck could'a snitched? Must'a been a new guy (Siren)Damn, in back on our ass Put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast Tryin' to pull up on the side, but I'm packin' to blast Tryin' to take the niggaz heads off, fuck crackin' the glass (Gunshots)Hey, look out, (bark), damn Came so close, you almost hit that bitch Like you said nigga, almost Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't gon' leave her Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather (breathing sounds) Drop it on the floor, BOOM Got it through the door, peddle to the floor, an office line Death is in the air, and I don't know if it's mine But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is And all I can think of is what about my kids Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 more clips Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout Run through the fire, pull a gun from my boot out Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm goin' out fast and the last thing I hear is BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, open the door, ATF |
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from Dmx - Year Of The Dog...Again (2006)
[Reporter]
Rapper and actor DMX along with wife pregnant wife Tashera Showed up at the federal court in Queens Wednesday To accept a plea agreement Inside the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face As well as the fans caught off guard By this star's appearances [Chorus: DMX] My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door Got me like "I ain't f**kin with that bitch no more" Don't even like her so I can't f**k with her Thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her, nah (Repeat) [DMX] My baby's motha be buggin, she wanna blast stick bitches One of them talk shit, and then get they ass kicked bitches Once upon a story, yall niggas know the story And that everything is lovely when it's all about the glory But soon as shit hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man From the time I wake up and get dressed I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest It's oh-five, so I'm on some different shit cousin She ain't gon have me listen to that riffin shit buggin I got moves to make and mad shit to do Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew It's like one and two that might get a nigga that big and happy And I know them bitches will f**k me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin at me You listenin thinkin that's a crazy brother But I'm gon have to be a father who ain't f**kin with his baby motha [Chorus: 2X] Bitches be callin the cops, thinkin they callin the shots Takin the good with the bad baby it's all in the pops so do yo thing, cause I'm doin mine boo A nigga just been chillin, I been just fine, and you? I kicked it with my honey and she put me on to something You gon think until you really see me gon, I'm frontin Maybe if you kept your friends of respectable distance Out of our business, I wouldn't have to come and visit I thought you knew, that the shit you like you do switchin clothes When them bitches through, ain't to kosher when they home But that ain't never stopped yo ass from passin on the Guess Askin for that Cougie sweater, patten up the breast Patten up the butt, but you think niggas is stupid Last week yo shit was like the dog, look at it now, too big I ain't gon blow yo shit no more, I shouldn't be even did that Cause you my baby motha, and I'ma always hit that [Hook: Janyce] (DMX) Give a hell what you say (You don't) I ain't never gon go away (You won't) I'ma stalk you till I find you (Been there) Turn around and be right behind you (Still there) Be in the bushes outside yo house Just waitin for you to come out Cause I'm a stupid bitch (I know) A real f**kin stupid bitch (I know) Ain't nothing but a stupid bitch [Chorus: 2X] [DMX] My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door Got me like "I ain't f**kin with this bitch no more" Give me a Puerto Rican honey that cook rice and beans And hair down to her ass, who looks nice in them jeans So I can be like "Damn, you looking good and I wanna f**k" But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got a duck Plus, you don't wanna be around and see what honey do And plenty comin through, she comin through with that twenty-two Trust me, you don't need that in your life Oh yall bitches already know, I got a wife You'se a stupid bitch, a real f**kin stupid bitch You ain't nothing but a stupid bitch. Bitch! [Bridge] [Chorus until fade] |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Featuring Lox Jay! Fuck that This is it right here baby! You know what it is YoI 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 ha |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
[Chorus]
Believe me! It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know (WHAT?!) It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know Believe me! It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know (WHAT?!) It's our TIIIIME now.. [DMX] I like my blunts heavily hashed, bitches heavily assed Joints ready to stash, got 'em ready to blast (WHAT?!) Give 'em plenty and pass, the thing off (woo!) toss that Get pulled over, we already lost that, of course black (uh!) Floss that, lose that, get that? Come up off that You ain't choose that, but you with that, now spit back (c'mon) Y'all niggaz got me all wrong (WHAT?!) I'm still a grimy nigga (WHAT?!) and I still give it to you, on your song (WHAT?!) I let you niggaz live for a minute, you get goofy Told you go 'head, drop a few albums, I'll do a movie (aight) But when I come back, c'mon dog, respect my slot (UHH) Ain't no get in where I fit in, bitch I'm straight to the top (aight) And whoever don't like it, FUCK YOU FAGGOT, bring it! (WHAT?!) Nigga don't wanna walk it but, stay tryin to sing it What I gotta start smackin you guys around again? Don't make no motherfuckin sense, y'all some grown ass men! [Chorus] [DMX] I don't play with you cats like I used to Cause well I ain't your father (uh-huh) This time it's gon' be a little harder Told niggaz to "Do You", courtesy of Flex Put out "... And Then There Was X" and then there was X And then there was X again, ain't my next of kin Just some hardheaded dickridin grown-ass men (uhh, uhh) C'mon with the bullshit (WHAT?!) please, don't touch that You might, bust yo' gun dog but we bust back (aight) And what's that, a lot of dead homies That ain't yours (UHH) leave it alone, you don't know me Respect the nine or catch a wreckless twenty-nine (ahh) For every bone in your spine (ahh) make a nigga recline (ahh) This whole rap shit is mine (WHAT?!) and I'm not sharin (uhh) Niggaz gettin popped every day, not carin (woo!) Peep niggaz starin, but they don't want NUTTIN Nowadays niggaz get it for frontin, motherfucker! Cocksuckin-ass niggaz! [Chorus] [DMX] Now there's a lot of - bitch niggaz that's rich niggaz I stick niggaz (uhh) Pick niggaz and hit niggaz I lift niggaz (uhh, uhh) Wannabe player, stay in the park Cause the grownups is over here, and we drinkin (WHAT?!) Fuck is you thinkin? (WHAT?!) X ain't changed, still with the same shit (uhh) Ain't with the game shit (uhh) bust leave a stain shit (uhh) Watch the game change quick (WHAT?!) Some niggaz married to the game Nigga like me? Married to the same bitch (c'mon!) I'm a dog from the hood, so I gotta rap from the hood Put a snake and a cat to the wood MAN!! if you, only knew WHAT IT IS!! that I'm, goin through WHEN IT IS!! that I'm, goin through it You ain't gon let me get ahold of that thing, cause I'ma do it! (woo!) Pop, stop drop watch and roll niggaz (uhh) Hold niggaz dog I can't control niggaz! (c'mon!) [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Dmx - Year Of The Dog...Again (2006)
[singing] (DMX)
Like the wind (like the wind) God will take (god will take) All my sins (all of my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (yes) Like the wind blow [DMX] Yea, uh From 80 school street to way across town Cats knew how I got down cause word got around I was that robbery kid with no gun and no mask Catch a nigga out the door slippin' that's yo ass Didn't laugh much cause I didn't have much Life was like a stick half gas half clutch Meaning half good and half bad What was good if I caught a good vic if I didn't I was bad Took it out on my regulars I come through and if niggaz was broke I took watches and sneakers Went to jail a few times but that didn't stop me All it taught me was how not to be sloppy An older cat robbed me when I was like 10 If anybody wanted to help they should've did it then But they didn't and all it did was release the beast So I'm a feast on whatever I come across in the streets [Chorus- Janyce] (DMX) Like the wind (like the wind) God will take (god will take) All my sins (all of my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (like the wind) Like the wind (like the wind) blooooooooooooooown [DMX] I had a "S" on my chest fuck the vest Did robberies with some cats and robbed the rest Other time I came thought with just me and my dog And clear out the whole fuck block cause we when hard I bag some niggaz I knew and some niggaz I didn't I ain't a fuck either way it was no bullshiting I'm a cruddy niggaz out to get money And a couple of slugs is the only thing anybody took from me Run up on a cat smooth like put it in his left ear Give up the money the jewelry or get left here Keep thinking it's a game and play let's get popped See how much fun you having when your heart be stopped Shut 'em down open up shop oh-oh no-oh blow off a nigga top Somebody call the cops but it's to late Cause I'm a hit you in the face and what will kill you will be something that you ate [Chorus- Janyce] (DMX) Like the wind (like the wind) God will take (god will take) All my sins (all of my sins) Blown away (will be blown away) Like the wind (like the wind) Like the wind (like the wind) Blooooooooooooooown [Jinx] If pain is love why hide my pain with drugs Choke off haze and sell attics coke for days Same clothes and no soup to shave And I still got a gun on my hip for your open grave We used to get robbery vics until my man got killed for his whip on some robbery shit Then I switched to the weed and start selling crack But I will pull a steel and put a shell up in ya back I feel like all my life I was held up in a trap like if I go to heaven maybe hell will want me back But all I really want is sperwells up an a lap And a model bitch sitting with a head in my lap But since no doe don't spin and my pant hole got hole within I got to fold ya men It's obvious I live in a house of sin I wish I could open up the door and let 'em blow at the wind [Janyce] Like the wind God will take All my sins Blown away Like the wind Like the wind blooooooooooooooown |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
I'mma take it back to the shit talkin' slick talkin' Slap a nigga call him my bitch and keep walkin' HALF Y'ALL niggaz is pussy The other half of y'all niggaz is fake thugs so please don't push me we was in jail you'll be in the pool playin' in the air pressure Leave your not on the stretcher nigga I'm gon test you try your hand When they carry you out I'ma tie your man But these cats ain't built like your killed like Blood gets spilled like poke a nigga tonight Bang bang HA It hurts fuck you screemin' on me for I'm puttin' in work We leave more bodies then the bloods and the crips is how it's goin' down nigga thuggin' a bitch Fuck a nigga wit we on the same bullshit y'all niggaz on lets get it on You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours No matter how many cats he brought wit'um I'ma split'um Hair raised on my back get low and hit'um Stoped him dead in his tracks Known damn well you ain't me what you said in the past Dogs don't know nothin' but bust that nigga Dogs don't nothin' but fuck that nigga Dogs don't know nothin' but suck my dick When it comes to what happened dogs don't know shit Did two years in one night I popped two pills in one flight Two ears in one light That's what it is FOLLOW Too many thick live niggaz wanna SWALLOW Follow the mans and them And get popped with yo mans and them is what Im handin' them It's hot thing got thing stop things drop things Lookin' nigga like hot wings You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours Been around the block did my dirt Earl stiral put in work till it hurt I've seen less pussy in a stripe club fuckin' with y'all niggaz That means all y'all niggaz cats don't know what ruthless means Will you be able survive the truth I've seen Cats would'nt be alive if you was on my team But the truth is the ride is rough ya mean Got me like GOD what the fuck Dog gon bang somebodys getting' stuck Back up the truck jump right the fuck out on niggaz Empty the five out on niggaz Hush muthafuckas don't you cry Dog gon make sure that you die Point blank range so the slug go through Then I'ma hit yo crib and pop yo family to NIGGA You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Ughhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Come on Ugghhh
Ahhhhh but they don't hear me though I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked the corpse I'm a nasty nigga when you pass me nigga look me in my eye tell me to my fuc |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Featuring Mary J. Blige] Believe mewhen I say Before lightthere was dark Where you goingwhere you going? Where you goingwhere you going? Where you going? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Mnn
Man, uh Shit stay happen Ya know Its crazy dog Its off the hook But you know Real niggas survive No regardless Them heartless Who is this I see, comin' through, its like 3 On the a.m., I'ma rob this nigga An when I'm done, I'ma slay him For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2 And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to Yeah, that one'll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em Like Jigga said, niggas test you When your gun goes warm So I keep 'em scattering Like roaches, when the light turns off From night to dawn Right from wrong Hope no way 3-57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight Settin' all you bitches straight (what) Squashin' all beefs To the point where the police Be blockin' all streets Got me trapped up in the building But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats And I run up in the rab hole Run through the hallway See police, face to face And bein' I'm tellin' you this story Means I caught another case Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight? Feel me O Day 2 of the saga This fuckin' drama continues Wakin' up like every 2 hours, lookin' out my window Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them And I'm gunnin' for the face "What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me "You can always get a job" and cheap shit they tried to sell me Got me no where but broke and fucked up in the game But now I got a name, and niggas know my name Knock of the door "police, we lookin' for a man Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand" I play like a bitch "Its just me here, and I'm not dressed And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest" That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city Cuz I know I'm hotter than lave, I'm holla the mouth Got my dog on the horn, he like "Fuck, you done did it They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid" (dial tone) Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons Murder's on my mind, no half steppin' Motherfuckers want war, you can get it, Cuz I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin' Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest They can keep theirs, cuz it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em It'll be the raw of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building When I go, taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me I ain't sittin around waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me I bring it to 'em, service with a smile What nigga? Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga? Now that you finally findin' out what this shit means I'm at the precinct, 116th Run up in there Open up my jacket "You muthafuckers lookin' for me?" Well here I am "Now you comin' with me" (Explosion) Man, that shit is crazy baby Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it Its off the hook y'all |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
[Styles P] Holiday Styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill I don't give a fuck, never have, never will If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin to die I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what) You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast [Sheik] Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is cool And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in school No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye? I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT? [Jadakiss] Yo, yo, yo, yo All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip Bet you never even felt the heat til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease Streets help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh) All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh) Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh) Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh) It's Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh) Uh [Drag-On] Creep through the streets For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off And take casket naps, fuck that You shoulda never let this bastard rap All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale from my horror's no morals Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance So you dyin? It's no problem, no lyin Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em Drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well I don't brag I let the streets tell Po'-po' now you see he fell [DMX] {*overlapping last line*} Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?) You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh) What the science behind that son? (I don't know) A lot of easy walkin I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh) Ain't tryin to talk about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?) I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon) And for talkin too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh) It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know that (uh-huh)
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
UH
DefJam Uh RuffRyders (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) Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one Where's my guardian angel need one, wish I had one (I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down and tryin' to fuck all these bitches I'ma show you how) But who? (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') That's a givin' (You'll see) 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 <What you mean my nigga> 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 <You mean like Chuckie?> HaHa yeah just like Chuckie <Dada looks like we both lucky> Yeah *The Snake, the rat, the cat, the dog How you gon' see them if you livin in the fog (x4) (Hey yo D) What up D (You a smooth nigga, I seen you but nobody knew who pulled the trigger) Yeah, you know it's always over doe (You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe) Na, na that ain't my style (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) 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 floss G's For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand Now that I think about it yo, that's my man *Repeat (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 their behaviour hasn't been too good lately) What!?! anything for you dog Where them niggas at (38th and Broadway) 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 (Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real) Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time (Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in 89) Naw, that's my man (I thought I was your man) But yo, that's my nigga (Hey who's your biggest fan, either do it or give me your right hand That's what you said) I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead *Repeat 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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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
Hey yo D, it's your nigga D
Uh-huh What the fuck, you forgot about me? You've been eatin real good lately Didn't get a shout out on your last album, what you hate me? Arrrf Said I was your dog Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog Arrrf Said I was your mans and them And any problem that you had I would handle them Aiyyo dog it's like this, I fuck with you lightly (uh-huh) Cause I knew if I fucked with you too deep you'd bite me (uhh) Get mad at me, send niggaz wantin to fight me (uhh) Whole time you fucked with me you didn't like me Oh where you hear that? Pssh, niggaz talk Plus you know how shit flow in New York Walls have ears, buildings heard Supposed to be shhhhhh but spill the word *Everywhere that I go, everything that I see Every place that I touch I feel him fuckin with me I'm gonna fly.. arrrf Why you lie? Told me it was Ryde or Die I'm gonna fly.. arrrf Eye for an eye - what happened to my piece of the pie? Now dog, you know me better than that I could put you ahead of the pack, instead of the back I could have niggaz sellin tapes, instead of the crack Could have niggaz fallin down, with lead in they back Ain't much that I can't do when I want to I don't really need you, nigga fuck you WHAT?! Nah I'm just playin, got a wife and kids Little Dame ain't come across dem triflin kid Yo what you mean by that? Mean by what? Youse a grimy nigga f'real, I see whassup I don't even know why I fucked with you from the door Cause you know I can give you what you wanted and more I coulda got it from him But you woulda hate to wait But I wouldn't have the weight C'mon, don't hate What happened to the right hand, Light Man? Nah that's Dark Man Well let's get it right then *Repeat Now I see for who you are, it's like I know you (uh-huh) So I can't trust you as far as I can throw you (uhh) Oh you, don't know you are the reason that I go through what I go through, let me show you Didn't I promise you a Benz, lots of friends Countless pairs of Timbs, these endless ends? But what did it cost me? (c'mon) My life to be taken softly, man BACK THE FUCK UP OFF ME Don't fuck with me like that when I fuck witchu like this Don't come at me like that when you know that you might miss Go on about your business If any cat you send me way, ain't gon' be no witness LORD JESUS C'mon dog, look who you're fuckin PLEASE HELP ME Whassup dog? Man you buggin KEEP THE DEVIL Thug life, thought we were tight OUT OF MY LIFE I'll be back aight? Psych *Repeat (x2) |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[DJ Envy] + (DMX) Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party (Uhh, yeah! WHAT?!) New DMX! (Grrrrr..) [DMX] Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog cause I'm shady {Yeah!} You remember that kid from runnin up and down from Buildin 80? (UHH!) Highs are extreme (uh-huh) lows are suicidal Got me reachin for the Bible cause I, think I'm genocidal (yeah) Fakers think I'm bluffin but I'm not (not) Say that I be buggin cause I be makin it hot (whoo!) Knowin all I got is my, nuts and my word (aight?) Though I'm never seen, the Dark is always heard (uh-huh) I speak for those who speak with glocks (UHH) from frequent blocks (UHH) Where the objective is to put in twelve, stay alive and leave in knots (UHH) From little rocks bein sold Then motherfucker, if you LIVE to see 40 then you old (damn) And me bein the way I am, if the Devil close to me That's the reason why I'm never I'm supposed to be I chose to be, on some Dark shit (uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh) Rip apart shit and start shit until whenever I depart bitch (UHH, WHAT!) The hard shit, will leave yo' ass stretched laid the fuck out (whoo!) I'm on the edge, WHAT! (UHH!) Life is played out I made out, kinda good with the last couple of runs Up the, coast with it; couple of keys, couple of guns (uh-huh) The funds wasn't the issue, it was OTHER shit (uhh) that had me flippin on my brother's shit, stealin from my mother's shit (UHH) Cry by myself, I couldn't hide form myself And if I push my wig back, then I die by myself Cause it gets.. [Chorus 2X: DMX - singing] Deeper and deeper With every move I make I'm fallin Deeper and deeper These souls from underground keep callin [DMX] Why is it that I do what I do? (WHAT!) Why is it that, only to these streets can I be true? (UHH) I ain't never been shit, my peoples been told me so Hold me yo; niggaz don't, know me yo! Cause they ain't out that mob that's out to get niggaz (UHH!) Rip niggaz, split niggaz when you hit niggaz (UHH!) Long as there's bodies to be caught, there's shotties to be bought (YEAH) Hired that transport, fake Gotti's to extort I cry for help but niggaz don't, hear me (AHHHH!) Niggaz don't understand me! That's why niggaz fear me (whoo) Hit the old neighborhood cause I'm bout to end it (damn) Stressin shit that I went through and what I BEEN did Niggaz I offended, will have to take it as a loss Cause in a minute, what I'm THINKIN is about to look like sauce (BOOM!) Gots to pay the cost and this time it's gon' cost you my life My love to my children and my, wife (peace) Step to the last - would I, could I, should I? (uhh, uhh) Really understand with, seein with my good eye (uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!) The hood I, came up in showed no mercy Unforgiven of the many plagues that cursed me (damn) The worst we went through would make a, grown man fumble (aight?) Learnin to walk, and it HURTS when you stumble (yeah!) Figure out the jumble and you live, if not you DIE On my knees, hands up to the sky, WHY? [Chorus] [DJ Envy - over Chorus] Yeah, it's the People's Choice, DJ Envy Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1, Blok Party [DJ Envy] + (DMX) Yeah! (The Dark) What you know about, two 24 verses? (The life) DMX.. (to fight, goin on right now) Heh.. (tonight, f'real) fat shout Whole Bloodline, Jazz, DMX, Uncle Ray |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
Ruff Ryders
Ride or die Get at these niggaz dog Spoken: Yep yep yup, I don't really trust humans that much these days. Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans. Shit, nothin' like that dog love I tell ya. Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull, yep, that's the only dog for me. You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them, boy. They make good companions, but even worse enemies, it's all on how you take it. Nothin' goes down I don't get a small piece of Get the picture see the beauty in the beast of The mad man, Mr. bad man is here 'Cause a nigga like me smells wreck in the air Test they fear shit that I be doing to niggaz Get away with the same shit ruining niggaz Cover all ground and I roll thick like the fog Only motha fuckin' friend I ever had was a dog Never ate the hog but glad to say I smoked plenty of 'em The fifth precinct to name one of many In one verse I beat you worse than your momma I fuck around and eat you first like Dahmer I'ma, play that ass out like a bomber Killed a nigga once for looking like he wanted drama I'm buggin, the pain it hurts I gotta scream Ahh, lettin' off a little steam Society was just too much, I couldn't hack it Six motha fuckin' years in a straight jacket Yo black it wasn't wise for them to let me out the joint I never really got better, so I'm not on point I just might flip, quick, but it's too late to be bitchin' Got more loose screws than the table in your kitchen I'm itchin', just hope you ain't around when I scratch 'Cause like I said before, I eats what I catch Searchin' shit will have a nigga hurt and sick The dirt you kick, will get you in the dirt and quick World premier, you niggaz is kids, don't play I'm too old for the jokes you'll get smoked, I don't play I'm gon' say what's gon' happen if you force my hand Someone somewhere will be like "I lost my man" Take it to heart it's about to get dark so run that All that shit niggaz talkin' been there done that What black think it's an act, let me know But he liked what I'm sayin' so shut the fuck up and let me flow Yo you think it's a game, keep playin' They gon' find your ass somewhere in a creek layin' It's over, you just ain't laid down yet And in a minute you gon' be that motherfucka' that ain't found yet Hold off from makin' movies and make moves Stop talkin' about shit that you can't prove I'm the mountain you can't move, so why you tryin' Lookin' at me stupid wonderin' why you dyin' While you flyin', through the air, with a big ass hole in your chest Wishin' you was holdin' a vest But it's too late for wishin', so you gettin' this rest Go to sleep, pop-pop will take care of the stress God bless and may He have mercy on your soul Pop-pop, take these two more with you on your stroll, nigga Spoken: Yep yep yup, I don't really trust humans that much these days. Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans. Shit, nothin' like that dog love I tell ya. Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull, yep, that's the only dog for me. You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them, boy. They make good companions, but even worse enemies, it's all on how you take it. You know how we do baby, aight, Grand Champ. You know how we do, scratch all day, match our weight, fuck nigga. You can't be fuckin' serious. A raccoon ain't nothing but a big cat. |
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from Dmx - Year Of The Dog...Again (2006)
[DMX] {Americe and Janice harmonizing}
Uh (Owww) uh oh It's for the ladies (Ha ha) Strickly for the ladies (One more time) Hey, that's all this is Uh uh (Uh uh) [DMX] She was five seven one twenty-five Man, loose lips with those thighs (Uh) Couldn't just let her walk by (right), I ain't a thirsty nigga But right about now my throat was gettin real dry Shoo this shit, had to be the cutest bitch I seen in a long time and I don't do this shit, like Runnin up on hoes, what up ma, I'm X Cause you know how this goes, come on ma, I'm X We just chill, sat and talk to the first light And for the first time I didn't fuck on the first night And it was aight, shorty was a thorobred Like "Belly", we ain't fuck, she just gave me head, for real [Chorus] (Janice) From the time that the sun is up Till the stars show up It really doesn't matter to me It doesn't matter babe There's no love like the dog love There's no love, it's dog love (Amerie) No matter what, I'll hold you down Nobody else will come around Don't even matter cause There's no love like the dog love I got my dog love, got my dog love baby (There's no love, it's dog love) [DMX] I run with shorty, pass off the gun to shorty Do whatever gots to be done with shorty, straight like that When I hit her like "I'll be right back" Yo, I'll be right back, ain't no bullshittin, I'll be right back She got a nigga catchin feelings, I'm a street nigga hard body But, she got me catchin feelings Man, those eyes, those lips Be like damn, those thighs, those hips She like "blam", make a nigga have to touch somethin (For real) Not necessarily fuck somethin, as long as I touch somethin (For real) A nigga blood boil when I see another nigga holla (WHAT) Don't make me have to pop a nigga in his fuckin collar [Chorus] [DMX] Aiyyo, shit is goin to smooth (Uh) Since Stella got a new groove (Yeah) it's like we got somethin to prove We gon' make it, rain or shine My heart is yours and yours is mine Like Eve said, "Love Is Blind" (Come on), right about now I can't see shit cause you always on my mind Been like that, since I met her, had to have her so I went to get her But I'm a dog so I didn't sweat her And it wasn't bout the cheddar, I don't trick I got two things for bitches, couple of jokes and some dick Yeah the kid talk slick but that's not what I'm about We got dog love and me and shorty ridin it out, we out [Chorus] [Janice and Amerie] All I want is you in my life All I got is you in my life All I need is you in my life So I know I'm gonna be all right (Repeat) |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Gotta have that.....uh,uh,uh
chours: I will rob and steal witcha' , dog nigga what ride till we die, on till it's up thick like blood, where's my dogs ,uh, there's my dogs (1x)Now who I am is who I'll be until I die either accept it or don't fuc |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to The streets, this is dedicated to [Chorus] And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf It's just D And the dog is out [DMX] Started gettin a little too big for the cage that I been trapped in Cats new it was a problem, went from robbin to rappin Guns got the clappin, another trip to the morgue We all know why it's happenin, another bit by the dog When there's nothin left to eat, I ate away at my soul Felt destructive cause I don't give a fuck if I go I know y'all been told I don't give a fuck about livin Killin other dogs got you cats chasin bitches Got me itchin to bring back the beast from within What I catch I'ma eat, in the streets I'ma win I've been top dog and I'ma stay top dog So what the fuck you got to say dog? You cats play games that dog ain't with Suck my dick, behind my back dog ain't shit Well this is it, from now on if you ain't out the camp We out to clamp, put 'em up against the champ You bitch [Chorus x2] And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf It's just D And the dog is out, c'mon c'mon [DMX] I don't think you cats see too clearly If it ain't that you must be deaf, cause y'all niggaz don't hear me But I know I got you scared to death How many other niggaz you know when you see 'em make you hold your breath? All a nigga did was take a pause Did a couple of movies and you thought this whole rap shit was yours? Stop being greedy, when was the last time you gave to the needy Believe me, I run through niggaz like hallways with the cops behind Give it to a nigga all day cause I pops the nine Man listen, if you don't wanna see your man missin, man listen I get dough like a nigga in a up north flick And still roll like a nigga on some up north shit The way dog flip out, cats'll never understand Niggaz be like "X I thought I was your man!" Not! [Chorus] This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to The streets, this is dedicated to [DMX] My dogs is dogs that love to brawl Bring as many as you got cause we gon fuck 'em all Dicksucked in the hall The same shorty thats puttin any work on her knees I'm duckin her call A dog is a dog is a dog for life, dog been a dog, dog in your wife I got kids this age But let 'em keep talkin slick and I'm gon put somethin hot up in his ribcage [Chorus] When the dog is out, bitch ass niggaz get bit or fucked One or the two, and I'm not Ja Rule Feel me? Aight |
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from Monica - After The Storm (2002)
X:Ain't no sense in whining bout it now
i mean we knew what it was when we became apart of it feel me (yeah) Its like Mo: There's something on your mind I can see right through you I know your girl been treating you wrong but she ain't know good for you why do u hold it inside boy you should let me know i just wanna make it right wanna be the one you can cry on X: Baby its like i love my wife but we going through things and i ain't going home tonight you got time for a nigga or is he still with you wanna meet at the same spot or should i come and get you aiight i'll be there in 10 be in the front i been gettting what i need so i'mma give you want one on one you know how to talk the dog you bark the dog and understand new york is hard chorus:(so you) you ain't gotta go home tonight you can stay right here with me X: I ain't goin nowhere, when you wake up i'm gonna be right there don't you worry bout a thing(i ain't worried bout...) your here with me X:Look its like i love my wife we going through things and i ain't going home tonight Mo:Its kinda strange that when you call she's never home, and your there all alone and you deserve so much more baby i can treat you better than she can it doesn't make sense to keep on lovin' and keep on trustin when in return all you get is nothing X:Damn you got me f'ed up and i'm feelin it more never had a mistress this stressed before C'mon ma, like it ain't that deep like there ain't no love there, like i don't hate that i gotta creep we go to sleep in eachothers arms(yeah) and i feel like this is where i belong if loving you is right then i ain't wrong its the same ol' song life and fam' gotta be a father and a husband but i'm still your man chorus: Mo:The situations getting critical I watch so many tears fall I know she ain't what you want So why you keep on holding on when i'm right here All you need to do is call Don't be afraid Cuz she won't kno at all Chorus:2x |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[Intro: DMX + (Monica)] GRRRRRRRRRRR.. yeah I mean we all men, we all men We know how the shit go.. love one, fuck another I mean, it is what it is, it is what it is I mean, we knew what it was, when we became a part of it (yeahh) Ain't no sense whinin about it now, feel me? It's like.. [Monica + (DMX)] There's something on your mind (WHAT!) I can see right through you I know your girl been treatin you wrong (YEA!) But she ain't no good for you Why do you hold it inside (UHH!) Boy you should let me know I just want to make you right Wanna be the one you could cry on [DMX] Baby, it's like I love my wife But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight You got time for a nigga, or is he still with you? Wanna meet at the same spot, or should I come and get you? Aight, I'll be there in 10, be in the front I been gettin what I need so I'ma give you what you want One-on-one, cause you know how to talk to Dog You walk the dog and understand New York is hard, baby [Chorus: Monica and DMX] [M] So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight [M] You can stay right here with me [D] Uhh.. I ain't goin nowhere [D] When you wake up I'm gon' be right there [M] Don't you worry 'bout a thing [D] I ain't worried about SHIT! [M] You're here with me [D] Look, it's like I love my wife [D] But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight, AIGHT? [Monica + (DMX)] It's kinda strange, that when you call (mmm) She's never home Now you're there all alone And, you deserve so much more baby (WHAT!) I can treat you better than she can (WHAT!) It doesn't make sense To keep on loving, and keep on trusting When, in return all you get is nothing [DMX] Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin it more Never had a mis-tress dis-tressed before Oh come on ma, like it ain't that deep Like ain't no love there, like I don't hate that I gotta creep We go to sleep in each others arms (YEA!) And I feel like this is where I belong If lovin you is right then I ain't wrong This is the same ol' song, wife and fam Gotta be a father and husband but I'm still yo' man, baby [Chorus] [Monica + (DMX)] This situation's getting critical (uh-huh!) I watch so many tears fall (uh-huh!) I know she's not what you want (uh-huh!) So why you keep on holding on? (GRRRRR) When I'm right here (WHAT!) All you need to do is call (WHAT!) Don't be afraid (YEA!) Cause she won't know at, ALLLLLLLLL [Chorus - repeat 2X w/ ad libs] |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[Chorus] Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz (Man fuck you too) Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz (Man fuck you too) It's big dog baby Gettin down like what See I'm a thorough bread I don't fuck wit much Bloodline is Where the pups at They off the Grand Champ Yea what black Don't nothin move less Dog say so Cats clueless About the way it go Off the chain I got At least 3 kills Even though my last album only did 3 mil I still give em chill Cuz they feel dog I can't help what it is Shit is real dog You must have thought that It was a joke or somethin Now you done fucked around And got your man choked for frontin Now hold up playa Cuz I don't play those games And don't ask me shit Cuz I don't say no names See what I know I'm taking To the fuckin grave So keep knockin cuz you ain't gettin a fuckin thing [Chorus x4] Ay yo Who we be was off the last joint But now it's who we see And we forget the last joint Cats ain't never walked like X Even before coochie rapper talked like sex I've been around since at least 83 So ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hatin me Cuz I'm gon be here when you cats is gone And other cats is on Another batch is born Don't give a fuck Bout none of y'all Fuck each and every one of y'all Cuz I done done it all Been where ya at Been where ya goin Then brought it back I tried to tell ya bout it But you wouldn't listen Now I'm gonna take you to the hood Cuz the hood will listen I wish you woulda listened Cuz then you woulda known That it's only right To give a dog a bone Bitch [Chorus x2] Aw Man There are some things I can't stand When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand When a nigga follow cuz he actin like my man Nigga might as well swallow cuz he actin like a fan And I got balls like you do Man I got paul to pull through you Stan don't they know how we do In to the streets with our hearts to the people Gots to give a little to get somethin back And what you usually give see you ain't nothin black But when you don't give then it won't last His shit will disappear like wit a nigga that smoked fast You'll get broke fast That's the lord's will Hold up I think somebody's a the door Shhh chill You sit right there I'm gonna answer that Cuz when I finish poppin ain't nobody answerin back [Chorus x4] Fuck it |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!! *Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood All my niggaz get down like what *Repeat My dogs is dogs, with official bloodlines I say "Stop Being Greedy," get a plate if you want mine Why do niggaz always force you take it back to the streets? (c'mon!) Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat? (uh-huh) Motherfuckers think it's sweet until you get yo' chest messed up (uhh) Two days later he's dressed up -- let him rest up (WHAT?) He ain't goin nowhere, no time soon Remember "High Noon"? Last thing he heard was BOOM! (boom!) Can I get some room or do I gots to, make me a path? (uhh, uhh) Break you in half -- fake niggaz make me laugh (uhh) Y'all niggaz is funny, still talkin bout money and ain't got none -- get the shotgun cause you hungry (woo) It's about to get ugly when the, lights is out One, two, three -- hoe that's three strikes you out! (uhh) His knife was out -- I think they found it still in his hand He in a bag, and I'm over here, killin his man! (c'mon!) *Repeat (x2) I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong (uhh) And I'm startin to get that same feelin that kept me wrong (uh-huh) Can't afford to trust niggaz cause niggaz lust figures (UHH) Plus niggaz is scared to bust niggaz, rush niggaz (WHAT?) Duelin with the heat, and ain't killin nuttin but time Fuckin with the street, but you ain't feelin nuttin but mine (c'mon!) Tired of hearin niggaz rhyme that don't say shit (c'mon!) Fuck is on them niggaz minds, why don't they quit? (c'mon!) Suckin my dick lookin for somethin new (UH) Let your man hold somethin witcho' hold somethin crew (UH) You know how niggaz do -- we don't forget SHIT If you was there when it's thin then you there when it's thick (c'mon!) No hitchhikers, fuck that, the Ryde was Ruff (WHAT?) And every nigga that was wit us, that died was Ruff (WHAT?) A lot of niggaz that are wit us, ain't cried enough (WHAT?) So now when niggaz come and get us, we fires em up! (c'mon!) *Repeat (x2) Mother..fuckers, thought that the, X would stop But I got niggaz like, "Yo, who's the next to drop?" From his camp, get the stamp, grand champ, it's official Think when you die how many's gon' miss you (c'mon!) Lean over in your casket and kiss you (UH) Send you on your way with a blessin; and pray that another learned a lesson Smith and Wessun ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow (WHAT?) (Gave it to him full blast?) Nah dog, just a little Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves (uh-huh) I'll murder, ten of you fools before you're ready to choose (uh-huh) You either, win or you lose, and I, love to win Even if it means I gotta shed blood again (c'mon!) Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me Really thought that what you said would either, make me or break me? (WHAT?) Knowin it don't take me, long to write Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another, song tonight! (c'mon!) *Repeat (x2) |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
My niggaz this is for my dogs, this is for my dogs
This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs my niggaz My dogs the beginning of this bloodline of mine That spark this in a niggaz heart and cause him to shine Before the rhyme lessons that I keep in my mind I owe you and I give my right hand to show you Whether its fist or guns whatever it go to Its me they go through if ever they want to I'd light the flame, dead game and trying to scratch K-A-S I know where my dogs is at And I뭢 gonna be the one behind just to keep you on your toes I be your extra eyes and hold you down around your foes I be your extra gun you need me let me know For my dogs I be the first to cock it back and let it go They do it for the dough me I do it for the love You my nigga to the death so I treat you like my blood If push comes to shove and they try to send you back to the street I give my last to put you back on your feet, feel me Chorus: This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs?my niggaz (Repeat 1X) You my dog nigga I die for Shit bust a five for see the judge and lie for You the type of nigga I throw weight up on the block for Just go ahead and lock jaws and your half I got yours Send in the dog I smell it all night I told niggaz to shut up and write X barks with a hell of a bite For the love they always will be till they kill me I put my thugs on it and slide till I die on it And to my motherfuckin dogs big ups to your first share Niggaz know the deal just waitin for them plaques to get shipped Do your thing nigga you know we got your back Cause real dogs always return with food for the pack Why these wack niggaz swingin when they gonna miss Take it from me he was nice before all this Yo X rain on em cause after that comes the blood Ruff Ryders feed all they dogs wit raw blood Chorus My people show love (what!) and haven뭪 left me stranded yet Though I have a death wish it ain뭪 been granted yet So until then I뭢 gonna be that nigga all up in your chest (come on!) Until the lord decides to lay my ass down to rest Bless my body at the funeral and hope I don뭪 burn Was a hard headed nigga and nope I don뭪 learn Saw the truth but chose to ignore it wasn뭪 goin for it My nigga had to give it to me (AHH!) then I saw it This is clear as day I know here뭩 the day I뭢 gonna be on my way nothin more to say But take me lord make me lord what you will Really wanted to chill but learned how to kill Been downhill from then on cause I been on Some shit hit on every move to get ten on The next sac but you know thats how X act Thats why these street niggaz is waitin for the next track Chorus (Until fade) |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
-gun fire-
TALK IS CHEAP MUTHAFUCKA!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........... What's on y'all niggaz minds fuckin' wit' me, y'all know somebody has told you about fuckin' wit' D, stuck in a tree is what you will be, like a cat and I'm the dog at the bottom, lookin' up what's that. Your worst nightmare is I take it right there, you got niggaz comin' where they at, right where? I make 'em like air, floatin' away, wouldn't tell what he was thinkin' so I opened a way, Went from broken away, you know he hurt before he died, makes you wonder if he lost his shirt before he died, only two knew the answer and one of us is dead, so anyone who seeks the truth can get it straight to head! Than you andf him can discuss what I did, yeah it was wrong dog but I slid, i'll repent one day, just not right now, you hear my shit all on the street i'm kinda hot right now! Come on! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! I wanna break bread wit' da' katz that I starve with, wanna hit the malls with the same dogz I rob wit', wanna be able to laugh with the niggaz that I cried with, when it's over be like these is tha niggaz that I died wit'. What do you do when you find out in the hall there's a rat, what do you do when you find out that your dog is a cat, Shit, on niggaz back, can't hold but two so while you gettin' more gatz i'm puttin wholes in you, snubnose will do, break 'em off real proppa', need to keep it' spittin' but I ain't gonna stoppa', cocka, unlocka, let 'em go, give it to his man just to let him know, All things considered it was real for' a minute, got what was yourz and tried to steal sometin' wit it, now feel sometin' hit it, your chest that is, the best that is, is probaly the best that slid, yo stress that kid! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! When Niggaz hear that dog bark, they betta run, when police hear that dog bark they betta come, they expect tha same thing that's live, and they lives will be lost, there is a price to pay, how many lives will be lost, COME ON! Since I run with the devil i'm one with the devil, I stay doin' dirt so I'm gonna come with the shovel, Hit chyou on a level of a madman who's mind's twisted, Made niggaz dreams caught the last train, mines missed it, Listed as a manic depressin' with extreme paranoya! and dog I got sometin' for ya! hear my name, feel my pain, niggaz wanna steal my fame, but first feel my reign, know what it's like to suffer, never have enough of shit, startin' off hard than only gettin' rougher! tougher, but than came the greese, so if you wanna say peace, tame the beast!..... |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
(Yea I'm right here dog) Where my dogs at
(We right here dog) Where my dogs at (I'm right here dog) 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 with the Magnum 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 rob this nigga A novice nigga never made a sound Breath too fuckin hard like you gettin bust down *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 *Repeat Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal Nowadays, Don't get to 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 we died slow if they heard it The nigga there blew up the spot a while and the mother fucker ain't got shot in a while And the stacks will light up, will fuck the night up blow everything in sight up fuck around and I'll have your ass right up What makes you think, you wasn't able to stand I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand The days are longer and seems like I'm wastin time I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin mine I suck it all up like a sicka fly Cause nowadays gettin' by, nothing more than an occasional meal and gettin high, I live to die, That's where I'm headed Let your man hold somethin, now it's all about you can get it *Repeat Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal Well in the back wit ya faggot ass face down Lucky that you breathin but you dead from the waste 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 would of did ya dirt niggaz is wonderin how the fuck you hid your skirt Right under they eyes like a surprise to the guys just one of their mans was a bitch in disguise fuckin with cats in order heads and slaughter more kids Let me hollar at you all that wanna borrow the raw shit (ah-oh!) 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, heard him out at 1133 of New York Transformin us niggaz so get it quick You know for real that nigga can't fuckin suck my dick And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game to barely move me, cause when I blow s..t up I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in a 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 that, a bunch of niggaz you was killas demented fuck y'all what me with this coward finish him descend it |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[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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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
[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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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)
*To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right x2 First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouch An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about I'm from the South, ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas Live lavish From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice Livin the life, that y'all dream of Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega You seen us, the green stuff An nuttin' else that's all I collect I got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect An' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin) Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J. It's all pimp play, when it comes to me An' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets down An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town Feel me now *Repeat (x2) Yo, let me tell you were I'm at y'all Shits kinda sad y'all If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya'll Who think he stallin? I still ain't ballin An' I got wild bills An' a crowd that keeps callin My dogs wanna hang (bark) My bitches wanna bang But it don't mean a thang When all you got is change That's why my women ain't dimes Not even close to nines Sorta like fives and sixes Wit scars and stiches Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars Which one of ya'll come on, test me now Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now So next time you see me up in them clubs I'm probably scemin' While you at the bar Brick hard and fiendin' I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin' Cause I paid to get in An' now I gotta pray teethin' *Repeat (x2) Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit What you thought Cause you bought A joint You might be able to creep a nigga When he ain't on point An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' An' I don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs Hoodrats and hoes, an' I'm good Cause motherfucker I'm stayin in the hood An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood You wishin' that you could Keep it as real as me An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch *Repeat (x4) |
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from Dmx - Year Of The Dog...Again (2006)
Give 'Em What They Wnat
[Chorus] {2X} Give 'em what they want [c'mon] Give 'em what they want [c'mon] Give 'em what they want They all can't get it Give 'em what they want [c'mon] Give 'em what they want [c'mon] [give it to 'em!!] [owwwww!] [verse #1] Cats slide to the hood, but I walk through it Holdin' my fuckin' dick and that's all to it This ain't no new shit, told you when I met cha Show some fuckin' respect, knock before ya enter Bet cha, if its me that's comin' to get cha Its gonna be a back down on that stretcher For real, ya'll niggas don't know pain Cause ya'll niggas don't know me And well that's my name Ain't a fuckin' thing changed still the same y'all got dope but rob niggas so be mob niggas Y.O be hard niggas School street I rep that , beat and scar niggas Respect that and step back Come at me sideways and get laid down where you stand [gun load]**bla-dow!** with the cannons So stop all the dirty fuckin' looks Cause y'all niggas ain't fuckin' crooks fuck around and get took [Chorus] I make moves, I break rules Pistol whip Niggas if they got fake jewels I take tools [get money with 'em] I make rules [get bloody in 'em] Fuckin' with that nigga Earl Simmons Will have you in the middle a The ocean...swimming Up to creek with no paddle, y'all niggas fuck Right when u should of bucked, y'all niggas ducked Stuck 'em down that's your muthafuckin' luck [what!?] Clown! what now!? keep fuckin' playin' I'm gonna keep a nigga 6 feet deep layin' Shit keeps sprayin' what y'all sayin? Don't want nothing'...[c'mon] y'all niggas known for frontin' Stop.. black! we don't take the kindly to them acts please don't remind me a That [Chorus]{2X} |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep 난 먹지도, 자지도 않을 거야 Ain't gonna breathe, 'til I see what I wanna see 내가 보고 싶은 걸 보기 전까진 숨쉬지도 않을거야 And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt 그리고 내가 보고 싶은 건, 니가 영원히 흙 속에 파묻혀 Permanently, you just bein hurt, this ain't gonna work 잠을 자는 거야, 고통스럽기만 하다니, 제대로 안 풀리는군 For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough 나에게는, 그런 것따윈, 충분하질 않아 Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies 왜냐하면 우린, 결국 서로 적이 될거거든 As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us 우리가 숨쉬는 한 말야, 절대로 우리 둘이서 Comin to terms, where we can agree 같은 의견에 도달할 거라고 믿지 않아 There ain't gonna be, no reasonin, speakin wit me 나랑 타협하려고 하지만 그럴 이유가 없잖아 You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles 내 자식에 대해 얘기하면, 난, 더 이상 영어로도 말하지 않아 So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless 우린 서로 싸울거야, 계속해서 말이지 You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh 니가 나랑 직접 대면하자는 데 찬성하지 않는 한 And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see 그렇게 우리가 서로 만나면, 넌 보게 될거야 A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen 한 번도 보지 못한, 악마가 내 안에서 풀려나오는 걸 And you're gonna see, this gangster pee on himself 그리고 알게 될거야, 이 갱스터는 자기에게 오줌을 눈다는 걸 I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help D-12가 보이는 군, 고마워, 하지만 도움은 필요없어 Me do this one all by my lonely 난 이걸 혼자서 해낼테니까 I don't need fifteen of my homies 내 친구 15명이나 필요하지 않아 When I see you, I'm seein you, me and you only 내가 널 볼 땐, 널 보는 거야, 나와 너 단 둘이 We never met, but best believe you gon' know me 한번도 만난적은 없지만, 날 알게 될거라고 믿는게 좋아 When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony 조금만 있으면, 네가 가짜 녀석이란 걸 보여주겠어 Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me 이리와 개년아, 보여줘, 내 몸을 잡아 던져줘 Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me 날 들어, 날 잡어, 마치 니가 내게 말했던 것처럼 You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful 그럴려고 했지, 내 생각대로군, 넌 정말 불쌍해 I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! 널 없애버리겠어, 모두다, Ja Rule 너도 그렇게 될거야! [Chorus] Now go to sleep bitch! 이제 잠이나 자 개년아! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes 죽어 개자식아 죽어! 어, 시간 끝이야 개년아, 눈을 감아 Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) 이제 잠이나 자 개년아!(뭐?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? 왜 아직도 살아있는 거야? 몇번이나 더 말해야 겠어, 눈 감으라니까? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) 그리고 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! 죽어라 개자식아 죽어, 안녕 개자식아 작별이다! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... 왜 아직도 살아있어? 왜, 죽어 개자식아, 아, 아, 아.. ...Go to sleep bitch! 잠이나 자 개년아! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous 우린 너네들을 긴장케하지 On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless 의도적으로, 너의 초점을 흐려, 넌 MC가 아니야, 넌 가치없는 인간 You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please 넌 갱스터가 아냐, 넌 서커스지, 넌 매력이 없어, 제발 You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third 넌 커튼이야, 넌 말을 하고, 멋있게 들리지, 2003년 속에 더럽혀진 말들 You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? 넌 잘난척만 해, 하나도 안 무서워, 누굴 받들지? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when 난 널 흙 아래로 가사로 묻어줘야 겠어 You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth 지구를 넘보면서 레이블 가지고 장난칠 때 Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth Shady다 개자식아, O. Trice의 탄생 And as I mold, I become a curse 그렇게 태어나면서, 난 저주가 되지 So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf 그리고 노래로 만들어, 거리로 가져나와 Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who 장전하고 당겨, 관에 도착하게 되는 그 녀석은 Depicts fiction in his verse 그의 노래에 픽션을 담지 And as I breathe, and you be deceased 내가 숨쉬면, 넌 죽어버리게 될거야 The world believe you deceived just to speak 이 세계는 너의 말이 거짓말이라고 믿고 있지 You'se not the streets, you'se the desk 넌 스트리트도 아니고, 넌 책상이야 Use not your chest nigga, use a vest 가슴을 쓰지마 임마, 방탄조끼를 써 Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death 우리 둘이 널 쉬게 해주마, 죽음을 선택하는 거야 Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt 6피트 아래로 깊이, 니가 진 빚이다 [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets 이봐 모두, 난 야수처럼 걷고, 거리처럼 말을 해 I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat 난 뉴욕에서 열기를 내며 불타올라 Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet 비트를 따라가, 내 발로 걸어가 Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet 내 고통을 이해해봐, 비는 진눈깨비가 아니지 Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going 내가 어떻게 움직이는지, 어디로 가는지 봐 Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin 새어나오지 않아, 자는 동안에는 몰라 But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life 하지만 난 계속 자라, 이 삶 속에서 커져가 Easy-going with the same one that started the fight 싸움을 시작했던 이유에 대해서는 느긋하게 대처해 He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite 그러면 그는 개가, 깨물기 시작하면 어떤지 알게 될거야 Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life 난 그걸 보여주려고 했지, 삶 속의 한 마리 개 Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 그랜드 챔피언, 내 핏줄도 타이트해 Cuz it's all good, it's all right 모두다 괜찮아, 모두다 좋아 Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back 녀석들은 소리칠려 하지만, 대답을 못했어 Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac 이제 그들은 여기 속에 있는 모든 것을 삼켜야 해 Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Blood Line, 그리고, 우린 여러 노래를 거쳐가 Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? 빌어먹을 임마, 왜 그런 식으로 행동해야 하는 건데? [Chorus] [Eminem] All you motherfuckers, take that! 모든 개자식들아, 받아라! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo 이봐, 이것도 먹어, 개년아! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you 너네 개자식들 모두 다 죽여버리겠어, 모두다 Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! 가짜 갱스터들! 언론은 없어! 언론은 없어! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! 썩어라, 개자식들, 썩어라! 흙 속에서 부패해라, 빌어먹을 흙 속에서! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! 이름도 남기지 말고, 죽어, 그대로! 유명함도 없어! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha 이봐 X, 이리 와봐, Obie, 가자고 하하 |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from Dmx - Year Of The Dog...Again (2006)
[Intro: DMX]
Let us pray for those that we've lost We know that we miss them for selfish reasons Oh Lord my God, indeed you I put my trust Save me, from all them that persocute me And deliver me, in Jesus name, GRRRRR [Chorus: DMX - singing] Cause we all go anyway, I'ma say goodbye today Cause it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today We've grown in so many ways, but I'ma say goodbye today Cause it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today-ayayyyy [Verse One] I'ma say goodbye today, cause I don't know when we gon' cross paths again, until then I'ma be that, and see that, speaks the truth Believe that, I'ma see that, to reach the youth My sufferin will not be in vain (NOT) Neither will yo' pain ever since you passed to hear yo' name Rest in peace to Autumn - we all know cancer cells kill, but if they caught 'em, they could afford 'em If you'd still be here, right here with us We'd have plenty time before death came to get us BUT, what is death like? Should I really care? After lookin at it, was life really fair? Did you burn any bridges? Did you make amends? Did you ask God for forgiveness for your sins? What is Heaven like? If you could come back, should you? If you could communicate for a moment there, would you? ... Just questions that we ask ourselves, every day (wanna know) [Chorus] [Verse Two] So young, so gifted Direction of life was uplifted, when the wind shifted And took a turn for the worse, with the blessing come the curse A nigga stressin took the dog into the hearse My nigga Divine was way too young to die Fell out the nest and was way too young to fly But that didn't stop fate from happenin Idle time make the Devil HATE WHAT'S HAPPENING! God no! Why did it go that way? Comin from his fans away, why did he go that day? Lightly, I dare say, life goes on Donuts, Trey and Jerz I say, please be strong He was supposed to be on the road with me I wish somebody WOULDA came to get me and niggaz woulda had to hit ME But until then, MY FRIEND I'ma say goodbye today, cause you never know when [Chorus w/ minor variation] [Outro: DMX] Goodbye today, I'ma say goodbye today Goin away hey (uhh) goodbye today, I'ma say goodbye today (It's okay) And I say (let us pray) Goodbye today (and I say) say goodbye today Go on your way (and I say when you're, gone) I'ma say goodbye today I'ma say goodbye today (gotta say before you move on) HEY! Yes (yeah!) I mean, this is life (yeah, say goodbye) We are born, to die, so LET ME FLY! (know what I mean) Let me fly, we are born, to die (be good) {"Sometimes the pain is too much to bear" - [repeat to end of Outro]} Cause I'm in a better place ('til we meet again) I'm in a better place (I don't know what form) See you soon baby! (we'll meet again) Ha ha! .. (But we will meet again) ... Spread your wings (they gon' shed a tear on this one!) Fly, I'll try not to cry, it'll be hard I just, miss, not havin you here Even though I know you're in a better place! I just miss not havin you here Kinda selfish when you think about it That's nature, that's life Spirit, never dies, as lessons begin |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Heat
Uh yeah yeah [gunshots] Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot! Uh..arf arf arf.. The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is oonnnnn Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on high The heat is on, you know what's my next move Do I stick with the score, or get with the door Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul Snipers on the roof chance of getting away too small Tell'em like this look, it's gonna be a shoot out Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck If I don't see you again peace Let's handle our business with these government police You and you go out the front you take the back You cover the first two and I'll take the sack Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan Now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight) We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it Most times you make it one time you won't All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on) Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand For a scam they don't get the condo in the sand And chances of gettin' caught slim next to none Now we like three deep need that extra gun Bump into my man, I remember from up North I remember he had principles and wasn't nothin soft Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy Everybody got it aight let's get busy Run up in the bank bitch (woman screams)hit the deck Yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here) We on the clock, three mintues until we finished Feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach In and out duffle bag across the back Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out High speed chasin, racin through the streets Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with his half But that's the type of nigga I am this ain't just rappin I made it, he didn't but ain't shit happens What can I do, but go on livin' Fleein' from the condo, I go on a ribbon Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy We all live by the rules of the game we play Day to day, death is a possibility The way I play is a fist stops you from killin' me It's too hot to be in the heat cuz it's on Too hot to be in the streets so I'm gone Go back to being discreet live long Til one day, either me or the heat is gone Come On! |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
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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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
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 *"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 trick 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, remember me, (what?), 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 Ave It's a small hood, and it's all wood, so let me get that number Hook it up, aight Hit you on da track later on, say 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, better give a nigga the green light, we might.. *Repeat (x2) 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 You gave me the pussy, that ass is getting fatter Let that nigga play daddy, make moves with me I'da 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 tv 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? *Repeat (x2) Aiyyo this chicken got me digging her moves, 'cuz she smooth Wanna lose, whoever she choose, it's the dues Respect is not expected but it's given 'cuz it's real Being neglected and all, 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 start, 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 *Repeat |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
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Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that's all *(I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold onnnn I've been waitin for this moment for all my life hold onnn, hold onnnnnn) The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin' under And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you an I hope you can take it Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you When you stand up an see that I'm just showin' love to you Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends Caps I fucked with are real, but hey Those are your friends Its just what you got comin' sometimes you don't know What you askin' for, did you ask for more? Should the casket door swing here, it is done An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster It is comin' in the air? Yeah its getting' closer *Repeat I see life through many shades of grays and blacks I could take that an him 'em with the blazin' tracks When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion some of us may do the winnin' But we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin' Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'? Jus that you were fuckin' ground Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it An I know that deep down you really don't want it I woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when its harder My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night Come on! *Repeat There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans An a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog Families by the truckload, feedin' them to the morgue Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', errrrrrr an growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin' Don't know love, can't show love That means you gonna need more love than on old thug, but hold up, roll up Talkin' out the side of your mouth is what's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse Told her it was suicide, but you an I Both knew the truth, for we'd never die Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there This is hell an we both here Can you feel it? Tell me yeah *Repeat Afr, afr Haha Aroo, arro Whoo, whoo, whoooo |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
I know that my savior lives
And at the end, he will stand on this earth My flesh may be destroyed, yet from this body, I will see God Yes, I will see him for myself - and I long for that moment Grandma, I really miss you and it ain't been the same I drop a tear when I, hear yo' name Mariella Holloway, why you gotta be so far away? Used to say, "Don't worry, it's gon' be okay" But it ain't - it's like when you left, you took the Lord witchu Why couldn't I come when he came to get you? Damn I really miss you - I had to say it again I remember the time when I was like ten Crept up in the neighbor's yard, yeah, bein hard headed You told me I would get it - you said it! And boy did I get it, but after you spanked me, you hugged me Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me I thought - how bad could this hurt be? I know now That's why it's only done out of love What I wouldn't give for one mo' hug, from grandma *Baby it's gon' be okay (she used to tell me that) Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin) Baby it's gon' be okay (she used to tell me that) Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin) What I'm about to say a couple of family members is gon' hate me But I'ma let you know what's been goin on lately Now you know since you left, a lot of things witcho kids done changed Yeah Jackie's still crazy, don't know what's up with James Ain't seen Jerry in a while, you know he walk like you And Renee's back in jail, you know she talk like you Riculah's(?) doin real good now, she workin Rhonda's still runnin around, trickin, jerkin Buckeye's buggin, he done lost his mind And Jarvis? Back out of jail, doin fine Kylie? He done changed, it ain't all about self As for my father.. well, that's somethin else But that's my dog, he hold his grandmother down My great grandmother, makin a lot of trips out of town But that's a good thing, and if I could only hear you sing once more, oh Lord, the comfort it would bring *Repeat You left behind a mother (and) eleven kids (and) eleven grandkids And since then, two of yo' grandkids done had kids They had a boy named Tacoma, Xavier's brother, that's right Xavier's made you a great grandmother I thank you for the best times of my life I thank you for when you first met her, accepted and lovin my wife I thank you for those Sunday dinners, they were vital I thank you for my - life, I thank you for the bible I thank you for the songs that you sing in the mornin (Amazing Grace..) while I'm yawnin I thank you for the two beatings you gave me Cause I know somewhere along the line the lesson I learned from the two beatings saved me And when you died I cried like a baby, I begged the Lord to take me Cause no one else could give me what you gave me But life like everything comes to an end I pray I go to heaven to see you again - amen *Repeat (x2) Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I'm found Was blind, but now I see, yeahhh |
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from Nutty Professor II (너티 프로페서 2) by David Newman [ost] (2000)
(feat. Dyme)
Uh Live and learn Life's a lesson (life is a lesson) And I'm the teacher CHORUS: Dyme enters chorus after first verse First I'm gonna crawl, uh (crawl) Then I'm gonna walk, uh huh (walk) Then I'm gonna stand, uh huh (stand) Then I'm gonna talk, uh (talk) Then I gotta learn, what (learn) In order to teach, (teach) Then I gotta burn (burn) In order to reach (reach), my niggas [Verse 1] Yo, I see what I see, day by day Hopin that the Lord can, pave my way Have I been forgotten, have I forsaken Or maybe I'm just wrong with the moves that I've been makin Hatin others cuz they hate me, over envy Wanna send me, when we used to be friendly Think I started off on top? With multi platinum albums? Naw dog, I started off on the block I just did shit to get shit Niggas always knew I was down to hit shit That's why I stay wit shit Played with shit, but it wasn't a game First time locked down, wasn't the same A whole new world, nothin but close to steel Niggas gettin split for real, miss a good deal They aint call nobody, cuz don't nobody care They got my back against the wall, fuck it I'm just here CHORUS 2X [Verse 2] Dog it's like this, when the fog is type thick A nigga might flip, and a nigga bite quick But I stay focused on what's important Supportin my family, fuckin with my dogs and reportin According to the man upstairs, we all got our own problems So why the fuck you worryin about theirs It was a long time ago, look awake, cuz he'll leave you I hear none, speak none, see none, evil All I can do is teach you, what I know How I flow, how I get down, where I go Maybe what I been through, will send you Somewhere, other then where, dreams all out the window I love my people, all of my people And God gon keep me callin my people You gots to live life to the fullest It aint always about the size of the gun, sometimes it's the bullet CHORUS 2X [Verse 3] Every day we live and learn, take it step by step And we create our own path, until there's no life left I hold my death, off for as long as I can Knowin my man, is plottin with the chrome in his hand Supposed to be fam, but niggas get shady over money My nigga, pull out the 380 over money Crazy over money, can't do without it I got other shit to deal with, I'm like forget about it It's the one I don't know but must teach that comes first Because he comes with the thirst of a nigga that tatted the worst It's like a curse that's to be lifted, he was there but he gripped it Got a call and he shifted, once he found out he was gifted Gotta kick it from the heart, and I hope you got it It was there from the start, I just hope you spot it Cuz it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper Words to live by will leave a hole in the paper CHORUS |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
Let's knock it out....that's all, oh we gon' do it
(Another one of these, huh) Knock it the fuck out (One of those joints)Put it down (okay) But it gotta bang (I see what's goin' on here) It has to bang! Ya Know? Uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus 2x] I'ma Bang! Hit the block pitchin slang Bang! Hit the rock spit the game Bang! Get the glock spit the flame Do my motherfuckin thing! I speak for the meak and the lonely (uhh), weak and the hungry (uhh) Speak for the part of the street that keep it ugly (aight) And niggaz couldn't wear my shoes 'Cause the places that I walk, most catz couldn't bear my dues (uhh) Or pay the tolls of the roads I done kept on, crept on (what) Walk 'til I got tired then curled up and slept on (whoo) My journey has earned me the right to reach I burned so I earned the right to teach, what to eat (c'mon) What niggaz been gettin' fed is pork (uhh) What you niggaz been gettin' fed, shouldn't be even on your fork Let's talk (aight), about this, and about that (uh-huh) Yeah, we like this or we can do it out back (aight) Keep the bullshit for the rodeo 'Cause on the real, you cocksuckers don't know me yo Hit you wit' something for frontin' that'll end your life Then hit your crib and bend your wife (c'mon) Grrrrrrrrr [Chorus 2x] It upsets me to see niggaz that's flossin too much Wearing shit that's costin too much (uhh), how often I touch I like to break fake niggaz (what), rape snake niggaz (what) I take weight nigga (what), you fake hate nigga (c'mon) And niggaz and ain't got the balls to say to my face what you think behind my back Suck my dick! How's about that? (aight) Loose lifts is loose clips and crews hit I run wit' niggaz from Israel to hijack crew ships (uhh) Watch the news at 6 (whoo), that's how I'm gettin' down Feds lookin for the dog, oh that nigga outta town This is a grown-up game, thinkin 'cause you got a blown-up name (what) You won't get a blown-up frame I ain't playin wit' you niggaz no more, them are old I be layin when you hit the door, you hit it cold Be like "Oh no!", see what I'm sayin I told Money to stop playin, now he layin, we prayin (aight) Grrrrrrrrr [Chorus 2x] Oh my God! Yah niggaz done lost yo mind Toss the nine (uhh), this nigga done cross the line Disrespectful shit will get you hit, bitch (what) Fuck who you wit', you niggaz get what you get (uhh) Five to the spine, ride now niggaz is dying Money pulled out he was trying, yet to slow wit the iron (uhh) Nuttin but gun firing, blap blap blap blap Cocksucka where it at (what) Open up your back now I can see through your stomach Told stupid muthafucka to stop runnin (uhh, or run in (uhh) To a buck shot, can't duck off shot It's that click click boom you outta luck shot (whoo) Now don't fall to pieces on me, because the piece is on me (uh-huh) He thought the leash was on me, but dog the streets are hungry (uh-huh) And I'ma feed 'em everytime I sing, do my thing Dog gon' bang, bang, bang! Grrrrrrrrr [Chorus 4x] |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Interviewer: Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas.
DMX: Dog Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real DMX: Dog. That's my man and them Interviewer: But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down the industry on some shit, on some power shit. DMX: Dog that's my mans and them Interviewer: Eh DMX: So what I'm doin' Interviewer: right, right DMX: my mans and them is doin, because Interviewer: right. DMX: that's my mans and them, ya know Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: Now ya feel me? Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: So you know when you fuckin with me Interveiwer: right, right DMX: you fuckin wit Interveiwer: oh oh, what are ya doin now? DMX: Told y'all niggaz Ya just don't listen Why must you be hard headed Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though Ya know, grrrrrr Uh One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don뭪 know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I뭢 the hardest rap artist and I'ma start this Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words I make herbs split up and squeal Ill is all I뭭e been hearin lately Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me put their brains on the wall, when I brawl Too late for that 911 call Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs You think a lot of them tough Not just for frotin When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?' the battle turns into a hunt With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down We all knew that you was pussy but I'm tastin it now And never give a dog blood because raw blood I have a dog like one bitin whatever All up in ya gut Give it to them raw like that and ain't no love I do em all like that Four right up in they back Clak Clak Close your eyes baby, it's over Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but nobody knows who did it What Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Niggas is pussy Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww Howling at the moon on the roof Eh, ah, no, get em Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him Give me the bat, let me split him I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back Trieed to strike back Left him like that, layin up with the white hat Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head Straight to the white meat but the street stay red But this girl gave me head for free Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003 That Nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He went through like 20 G's and thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you get for thinkin and eventually found that's what you get for stinkin Blowin up the spot when you rot plus if it gets hot they know you dipped for four squared blocks Hit em with the ox to the grill Eh, ah, kill nigga kill Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem Aight |
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from Dmx - Year Of The Dog...Again (2006)
Interviewer: Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas.
DMX: Dog Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real DMX: Dog. That's my man and them Interviewer: But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down the industry on some shit, on some power shit. DMX: Dog that's my mans and them Interviewer: Eh DMX: So what I'm doin' Interviewer: right, right DMX: my mans and them is doin, because Interviewer: right. DMX: that's my mans and them, ya know Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: Now ya feel me? Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: So you know when you fuckin with me Interveiwer: right, right DMX: you fuckin wit Interveiwer: oh oh, what are ya doin now? DMX: Told y'all niggaz Ya just don't listen Why must you be hard headed Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though Ya know, grrrrrr Uh One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest rap artist and I'ma start this Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words I make herbs split up and squeal Ill is all I've been hearin lately Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me put their brains on the wall, when I brawl Too late for that 911 call Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs You think a lot of them tough Not just for frotin When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?' the battle turns into a hunt With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down We all knew that you was pussy but I'm tastin it now And never give a dog blood because raw blood I have a dog like one bitin whatever All up in ya gut Give it to them raw like that and ain't no love I do em all like that Four right up in they back Clak Clak Close your eyes baby, it's over Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but nobody knows who did it What Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Niggas is pussy Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww Howling at the moon on the roof Eh, ah, no, get em Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him Give me the bat, let me split him I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back Trieed to strike back Left him like that, layin up with the white hat Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head Straight to the white meat but the street stay red But this girl gave me head for free Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003 That Nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He went through like 20 G's and thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you get for thinkin and eventually found that's what you get for stinkin Blowin up the spot when you rot plus if it gets hot they know you dipped for four squared blocks Hit em with the ox to the grill Eh, ah, kill nigga kill Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem Aight |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
talking) (But I'm sayin' these Ruff Ryder niggaz) dog (I heard these niggaz is for real) Dog (uh huh) that's mymansandem (But I heard these niggaz supposed to be like Lockin' down the industry on some shit On some power shit) dog That's mymansandem (mmm) |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
It's All Good
Love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? I love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? Love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? I love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? It's all good, it's alright Fuck all day, fuck all night Call my bitches, ca |
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from Dmx - Year Of The Dog...Again (2006)
[DMX]
We all got guns, we all got dogs We all gon' make that trip to the morgue We all find it harder to see through the fog We all know the difference between right and wrong We should all live life by one fact Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back I seen cats go out like suckers I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad motherfuckers" I see fake niggaz and the games they play Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing It's that craft for me, the half of me Let through niggaz in the door after me Yo, somebody stop me; please, somebody come and get me If I go, I'm taking niggaz with me! [Hook: Styles P.] - repeat 2X Dog nigga, Ghost nigga Hop the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz [Styles P.] (Dog nigga, what up!) Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant You get a chance, poppin, informing All I need is a glock and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball And then slide the fuck out in the top of the morning If you hear me cockin it on 'em, I'm poppin it on 'em I don't fuck around nigga, better stop it and mourn 'em And who the fuck asked you to rhyme? I'm the Ghost, when I come around, they throwing up the hazardous sign And you ain't around chemicals, just around generals Who spend, passing they time, blasting they nine Rather die with my man then the five for ya livewire Spend half of ya time, smashing ya spine Other half we getting money and more money You think about cars, I got "goin to war" money That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, money And if anybody slip, they getting sent to the morgue, money [Hook w/ Jadakiss adlibs] - repeat 2X [Jadakiss] It's like lately I've been feeling so weak at the knees And speaking to niggaz is just like speaking to thieves So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em Guess already? Then meet 'em I'm fair game, but I'm ready to cheat 'em The streets ain't right now, the Colgate White is light brown These niggaz ain't nice, they nice clowns That's why I'ma start layin them right down And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've been hazed up 'Cause you can see the makeup spots on 'em This is way beyond ya Avion The Golden King, more like Polo Spring And what makes it even worse, aiyyo it's that it's personal Maybe even ya Earth can go I'll make it where they can never find the bitch Right outta the bar, with all kind of shit [Hook] - repeat 2X [Outro: Styles P.] Yeah, y'all niggaz can get caught up in the hype if you want Bodies drop over here, this is not a game man You wanna get caught up in the hype again? Then you can fall in the hype again This is a movement, Double R, nigga you know what's up And if you don't, you gon' get to know what's up Yeah, we ain't playin wit' y'all niggaz this year '06, '07, and on, nigga what's up? Pop off! You know how I work! |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
What y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggaz is ready to start this war that's for sure Nigga come and get it Ride and die why Cause my niggaz is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even half way there |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-10-23
Subject : DMX - Grand Champ (Def Jam,2003)
