Murdergram lyrics - DMX

[Jay-Z:]

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious

What you think is gonna happen

with three of the illest niggas together

Street music and so fourth on one track,huh?

Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart

To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark

Cause whether your for or against this

When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows

The weapons I possess they not for show

And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door

See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash

Or be one shot ass

J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you

Why would you fuck with me

Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha

Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

And promise you only one thing, to not miss you

Jahova know the god that served ya

Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's Murda

[Ja:]

Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now

Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down

Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights

You shot twice god bless to this the night

That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life

And you dead right be in hell looking for ice

Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit

All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich

You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock

Flow semi-hot handling me your not

Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this

Rather beat your dick or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, pray again

Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin

Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light

Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's alright

I let the world know I shine like ice

I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice

Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand

Spin in barrel and put it to your head

Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit

Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit

Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further

Fuckin with I N C is Murda

[DMX:]

I'm a crudy nigga, goin raw-dogin dirty bitches

And if I give birth I'm giving that shit to thirty bitches

You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy

I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it

Get it, Done it, when I'm blunted

However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin

I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin

And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a nigga

Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga

I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit

You can't understand why a man would have to take shit

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit

I hit you in your head you won't feel shit!!!

URRUURRRR.....

Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass

Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast

A fucking snake in the truest form

Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong

Niggas is makin movies so i gots to stop production

I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin

The blocks is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty

Cause you don't need that shorty

you don't know what to do with that shorty

You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor

Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?!

Them niggas did it raw, with no condom

You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them

Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff

Dog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if

Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot faster

But they don't and you can't so don't think about after

Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin

cause you gonna die like a sucker

Murder Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, where my mother fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh

My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam

Where my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at

Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby

Boomer One Love Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..

No Sunshine lyrics - DMX

(from "Exit Wounds" soundtrack)

It's dark, and hell is hot

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

Ya niggas know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

"Who turned out the lights?" is what niggas be sayin

Now you don't wanna fight, but y'all niggas be playin

Thinkin it's alright, keep playin with that role

And you gonna know the night, when you layin in that hole

Dirt gettin tossed in yo' grave, now it's all over

Preacher said "You was brave," but now it's all over

You just one of the many, plenty, I done gave it to

[*boom*] Ain't no savin you

No matter how many tears your moms' cried

Ain't gon bring yo' ass back, plus in hell you gon' fry

Why? But now the only two relative questions

Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?"

Either way, you up out of here for good

Now when niggas mention your name they knockin on wood

Did I, get my, point across?

Another body on the shottie another joint I toss

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

Ya niggas know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

Everytime, cause we don't play...

Everytime, cause we don't play...

It ain't no sunshine when the Dark Man comes out

And I want mine, so I plan to keep my gun out

We got four 9's, so niggas run in and run out

But I bust mine, cause I'd like to hear some shouts

Get at me dog, niggas know how its goin dizzy

When it comes to that flow, I gets busy

Who is he? Dark Man, of the unknown

(GRRR, ARF!) One dog, one bone

Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you

You hear strike one, talkin shit, strike two

Won't be a strike three, cause I don't play fair

I'mma look you in your eye while he hit you from the rear

Be like - yeah, holdin you up cause you fallin (WHAT?)

The Lord ain't comin, 'til niggas stop callin

You was ballin, a minute ago, in it for dough

'Til it was, "Yo, I swear to God, I didn't know"

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

Ya niggas know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

Everytime, cause we don't play...

Everytime, cause we don't play...

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Whatchu think you gon' get, fuck around with my dough

Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my show

One (one) two (two) three, here I go!

Your shit is quick, and your shit is slick, but this shit is thick

Ain't you hear this shit? Damn right, I can finish shit

If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine

But you be blind, I'll do it 360 and come up from behind

Tap you on your shoulder, have you turnin around

Hit you with somethin that'll have you burnin the ground

Be like, "Damn, ain't nuttin left of money, but a pile of ash"

Life is good, so please enjoy it while it lasts

Cause you know ain't got much longer to go

The quicker you go depends on the stronger the flow

And niggas know, I don't give a FUCK, right or wrong

There ain't no sunshine when it's on

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on, cause when it's on

Ya niggas know to be gone, everytime, cause we don't play

Everytime, cause we don't play...

Everytime, cause we don't play...

Nowhere To Run lyrics - DMX

[ODB]

It's that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm a give a shout out to my niggas

I ain't givin' a shout out to no Park, nobody, fuck that

Big Baby Jesus in the mother fucking house

Know what I'm sayin'?

[DMX]

Unh, come on

I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork

Shuttin' down underground streets of New York

Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be

Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G

I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em

Blood bath went I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em

Full clip, but only half did 'em

That's all it took, another crook

Taken out over a dirty look

I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead

You're only taken a piss from me with hot led

You know my style nigga, 'cause I'm always schemin'

In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin'

Police, but you got no peace

Yo, was that you big man, and alot mo' grease

All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this

Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be runnin' this

[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne]

Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be runnin' this)

Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)

Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)

Reaper saved your soul (come on)

[Ozzy Osborune]

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)

Locking open doors again, I'm still afraid of you (straight up, mother fucker)

Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew (come on)

Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)

Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on)

I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme (come on)

If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I'm through (come on)

And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you (Dirt Dog in effect) [Chorus] [ODB]

ahhhh, yi yi yi yi (come on)

[Chorus] [ODB]

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

What you mother fuckers invented

Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented

ha ha ha ha ha

Most know, don't front on Ol' Dity Bastard

ha ha ha ha

I call on Jesus

There's no obstacles that you have to jump

There's no walls that you have to climb

This is real, this is elementary dear

Elementary, Watson, Elementary

ahhhhh

I ain't no pictue on your fore wall, necklace wearin' beard

You don't want this money till it's rich

Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free

Go against the grain, I got the p

I know you don't recognize me now

I dunked your tongue

How many lightening bulbs do it take to light up a fuck mode?

Brothers, people, you'd better get the fuck off of me

We don't need it, it gets more ugly

Fools tryin' to bust their ass

Tryin' to get away from me when I said my real name

I call myself in the niggas butthole

All the same, all the same, all the same

[Ozzy Osborune]

Ain't nowhere to run

Ain't nowhere to hide

Ain't nowhere to go

Reaper saved your soul

[ODB]

ahhh yi yi yi yi

What, mother fucker?

Don't try to psychology my shit, mother fucker

'cause you'll never psychology it, mother fucker

Never, never, never, mother fucker, never

Right / Wrong lyrics - DMX

THIS...IS...MY...LIFE

[Chorus]

(Right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

[Verse 1]

Made me a leader before I was ready to lead

Took away my hunger, but didn't give me greed

Made me successful, when I just wanted to be heard

Give me the light, cause all I need is the word

Give me a life, that I'm responsible for

I'll give him what's right, cause I'm responsible for him

And into the night, I'm gonna be there with him

Facing a fight, I be right there with him

Ready for Heaven, cause I done been through the Hell

And since I was seven, I've had a story to tell

See God is great, and that's why I'm still livin'

He gave to me, so I'ma keep on givin'

The bravery of a man's mind is slavery

Is making me the man I was made to be

I hate to see when cats know but don't spit it

Right is wrong, when it's on you gon' get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I wake up frustrated dog, I'm hurtin' inside

Think about the brothers that put in, work and then died

A certain have tried, a certain have cried

When it didn't go right, you hit me like

You see things ain't always what they seem to be

And the reason I dream of thee is He's with me

And the reason I get through things so easily

Is by the grace of God cause he, see's the need to guide me

Walk right beside me

Because he knows what's going on inside me, he tried me

Knew where my heart was at

Knew what I was thinking

Knew when I was down and out, left there mistaken

Knew when to pick me up, cause it got too hard

Knew when I was gonna scream out "Please God!"

And you already knew that you would be there for me

That's why I bring you together to give you the glory

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Everyday of life is a new chapter

And it's already been foretold, so it's up to the soul to capture

The essence of it all, the meek shall inherit the earth

Destined to ride with the call from birth

The true worth of a man, is not measured by what he does for himself but

What he does for someone else

And if you help another, without concern for a reward of gold

What you give, you shall receive to tenfold

And I, put that on my soul

And, put that on my life

And, everything I own

And, everything I know

And, everything I show is what I was meant to do

Everything I told you is what I've been through

And everywhere I been, I was for a reason

Walk through the desert, ended up freezing

Start there, end up where?

And now they know...whatever which way they go

[Chorus]

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go (right and wrong)

Whatever which way they go

They know they gonna owe

They soul to the road they choose

It don't matter if you win or loose

You still gotta pay them dues

You still gotta pay them dues

You still gotta pay them dues

Rolllin (Urban Assault Vehicle) lyrics - DMX

Play the fucking track!

Play that fucking track!!

Oh there it is

Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man

That's right y'all

We just keep on rollin baby

Are you ready...

Are you ready...

Are you ready!!!

[HOOK:]

Move in now move out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now!

Breathe in, now breathe out!

Hands up, now hands down!

Back up! Back up!

Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!]

Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

[Fred Durst]

Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here

L I M P Bizkit is right here

People in the house put them hands in the air

Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care

See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck

Untouchable, branded unfuckable

So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth

Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out

And then we'll see you slept after one round wit X

And what am I bringin next, just know it's Red and Meth

So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up

And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up

Are you ready...

Are you ready...

Are you ready!!!

[HOOK]

[Method Man]

Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

Check my, dangerous slang atrocious

When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang

What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish

I wave my black flag at the roaches

Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers

Who have poisonous darts for culprits

Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered

You're left buttered up and lightly toasted

So what, I drink and smoke too much

So what I cuss too much, *shut the fuck up!*

[Redman]

Yo, yo, now when we roll

You motherfuckers tuck in your gold

Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin niggas up in limos

It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes

Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose

You bitches, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts

I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up

I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what

In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

[Method Man]

My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco

Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow

Yell if you want money, funny

A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me

Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit

[Redman]

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented

On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes

Smell up, the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it

Endin up, on your back, Wu swords up in it

Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness

Fuck how many thugs, players, and ballers in it

Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners

Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it

PPPPPPP P- P- POW!

[AAAAAAAAAHH!]

Yo we said c'mon!!

[HOOK]

[DMX] It just don't get no darker than that kid with the barker

Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark

I'm a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga

Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare nigga

It'll be like your man tryin to hold your brain to your head

But you'll be shittin on yourslef cuz you already dead

And at the funeral you won't need a casket

Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket

Just get the casket, I really need my ass kicked

My mom never let me forget, that I'm a bastard

I aint never been shit, and aint gon' be shit

That's why I taste shit, whenever I see shit

It's just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do

And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you

And I'll be runnin you and your man straight up out

And y'all niggas aint runnin a fuckin thing but your mouth

[DMX bark]

AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

[HOOK]

[Durst]

You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit [yeah]

You can't mess with Limp Bizkit [why?]

Because we get it on, [when?] every day and every night [oh]

See this platinum thing right here? [uh huh]

Well we doin it all the time [what?]

So you better get some better beats

And uh, get some better rhymes [oooh!]

You really, really, really wanna get shit started

Well people everywhere just get retarded

Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded!

[HOOK]

That's right baby!

Watch out punk!

Limp Bizkit! DMX! Method Man! Redman!

And Swizz Beatz!

Where the fuck you at?! [DMX bark]

Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit!

Ruff Ryders! Punk!

Rudolph The Rednose Reindeer lyrics - DMX (feat. Divine Bars)

You know Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen

Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen

But do you recall (what's that?)

The most famous reindeer of all?

(Come on)

Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer

Had a very shiny nose

And if you ever saw it

You would even say it glows (come on, come on)

All of the other reindeer

Used to laugh and call him names

They never let poor Rudolph

Join in any reindeer games

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Santa came to say (what's that?)

Rudolph with your nose so bright

Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?

Then all the reindeers loved him

As they shouted out with glee

Rudolph, the Rednose Reindeer

You'll go down in history (forever)

You'll go down in history (forever)

You'll go down in histor-

You'll go down in histor-

You'll go down in history (now get it)

(What's that?)

Then all the reindeers loved him

As they shouted out with glee

Rudolph, the Rednose Reindeer

You'll go down in history (forever)

You'll go down in history (forever)

You'll go down in histor-

You'll go down in histor-

You'll go down in history (now get it)

Shut Em Down lyrics - DMX

[Intro:]

Straight up nigga

Motherfuckin' South side nigga

Brooklyn what!

Word up

yeah

Shut 'em down!

yeah

Shut 'em Down

Shut 'em Down

yeah

Onyx featuring DMX

[Hook:]

Shut 'em down

Shut 'em down

Shut 'em down [4x]

[Verse 1:]

Yo shut 'em down start the violence

We wilin' wilin' sling back his body found

Washed up on Coney Island

When I rolled up, this niggas heart slowed up

That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump

Thirty-two shots and ducked out

So look out

Left that cat for dead his body smoked out

Cause when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid

I'm goin' all out

Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it

Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted

Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest

Have you layin' with a dead rest

Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death

And I swore forgiveness when I did this

there was not no witness but he should understand

Cause even God got a shit list

[Verse 2:]

Beat downs anonymous

I spit like a shiny silver nanabus(?)

Niggas fond of us

We the kind that rush, those that hold back

Takin' your whole stack

Grimy street cats

Niggas bald head like Kojak

Go gat for gat

Coat that

You could smoke that

Or cut black dust

Makin' your whole fuckin' stove crack

Betta know me

1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremony

I'l tear you homey

Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down

Shun sees takin' your time

Makin' your mind

Got this nigga on the low

defecatin' with rhymes

Breakin' your spine

Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry

I'ma bury the bullshit

I'ma bury the bullshit

I'ma bury the bullshit

Feel my full clip

[Hook]

[Verse 3: DMX]

Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face

Be on the look out for a basket case

Niggas pumped you up to watch you get beat

Had you thinkin' shits sweet

Now you up shit's creek

Cause your shits weak

How mich is your life worth to someone important

Cause I be extortin'

Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in

From back in the days of Gordon

Niggas was gettin' robbed

The guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job

with his own little mob

Was it worth goin back to the Earth so soon

Worth makin' my shit go boom

To your own doom, from the graveyards

Till there's no room

Fuck you know about a pine box

Money goin' out with nine Glocks

On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shots

Feel like killin' for your crew

I ain't gon' rest

It gonna take a whole lot to put up your best

Then watch your loins spill out your vest

You best get on some act your age shit

you a little kid

That run for faces

More niggas get killed like that

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]

Mad man Sticky F-I-N-G-A-Z

The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and days

grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'

Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'

God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder pound

We gonna shut 'em down

We turn we gonna shut 'em down

We turn we gonna shut 'em down

We turn shit dumb quick gun click

lyin' in the vine

persed the line on your dick

In the morgue admit it dogs

I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holler

Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun powder

So all you real willies throw your Roleys in the sky

And all the crooks rob the place outside

I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right

Fuck my life, I don't need no mic!

The new album

Bring it

Motherfuckin' May

[Hook 2x]

That's that shit

Bring me on point

About to shut down the whole industry

Official nasty

DMX

We wreckin' everything

So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them

Pussy

Sincerity lyrics - DMX

Uh..Uh

Now there's two ways we can do this, keep it real or front

I know you got what I need and I got what you want

And the hunt for soulmates is all over for us

We could go away where nobody would know it was us

Leave behind all the fuss, the studios, the pictures

No autographs, just laughs when I'm wit ya

I know what it's like when they know you now

But bark it at the dog baby, and I'll hold you down

[Mary J. Blige]

Time and time and time again

I knew that our love had to end

But now it's gone so very far

That I can make a brand new start

I thought that we were meant to be

Be one big family

But I was weak and loved you still

No matter what you did, I could forgive

[1] - All I need is sincerity

All I need is sincerity

Thinking 'bout you all the time

Never seemed to cross my mind

How you could take the time to kill

Everything our love had built

I never knew how you could hide

Everytime you told a lie

But now I know why you're so cold

But I don't understand

Now that you set me free

I truly think that we

Could find love seperately

I need sincerity

One thing, I'm not as weak

I'll always stand alone

But my mind is not made of stone

So I'll go on

[Repeat 1]

[Nas]

Chipped tooth don

Nasty, blue ice timbs on

Screw it face, half moon part, my tatoos dark

On a scale of tough criminals, nothin to call me

I'm a rare individual, young and I'm bossy

Guees it come from a rough life, cuffed at night

Lettin' off hot lead that bust from iron pipes

I'm the type that have to shed blood

Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs

Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped

I'm still wit my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock

But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes

Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on

So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole

Like Rod Strickland, it was takin' it's toll

I needed someone I could hold in my darkest hours

A strong couple is a blessing and the heart is the power

Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone

Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?

Let me know so I could cop her the stones

What's clear to me, it's sincerity

Somebody I could call my own, yeah

[Repeat 1]

[Ad lib until fade]

Soldier lyrics - DMX

Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb

Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb

Bitch, rare ti the streets, made it out of NY, come to AZ cowboys tryna end my,

man you cant be serious homie besides mountains ain't a fucking thing you can show me.

Yo cats is playin a dangoures game fuck around get touched just for sayin my name

Theres to much desert and my dudes is in it ones I prove you did it Imma lose you in it

Ones the crew is in it dogs of the chain ER half a mile take of your brain.

Grind niggas up feed them to the outer leeders.

(nightwishing grr?) from the mountain but cant see this

Don't fuck with what you don't know about.

I got some things and its time to bring em out (bring em out bring em out bring em out)

Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb

Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb

Move, bitch get out the way boom boom boom, got lost boys come out and play

See theres home boys and theres cowboys. Fuck it yall lets get it on now boy, Imma show you how boy

Faggots acting like a broke back mountain, faggot, I get your broke back just for doupting.

Niggas roll with an army so you better bring tanks? Just from New York but me in jail you better bring stakes?

Nigga gettin fed up over bullshit weight up. You get wet up over bullshit streight up!

Dog for life bang often. streets is dangerous cats stay of em.

Niggas is ass then smell pussy, this nigga'll blast you really wanna push me (do you) you really wanna push me? I don't think so let that go

Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb

Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb

Nigga, cmon man real talk real talk real talk.

Yknow fuck out here with that fuckin bullshit [continues talkin']

Still Scratching lyrics - DMX (feat. Styles P)

[Intro - Styles P:]

Yeah, X. Dog nigga. What up?! Somebody else sit right here

[Verse 1 - Styles P:]

Keep the boots tight

Two new guns, I'm hoping they shoot right

Life's a dice game, we beatin' the deuce twice

Corner 12 - 05 [?:] brick at the coupe's price

Had to rob mad shit to get me through life

Had to blow mad trees to get me through nights

Coward ass niggas really get me too tight

Load up, let it off, niggas whole head is off

Piss down your neck motherfucker, you was better off

Letting your Beretta off

SP [?] tear your whole sweater off

Wife-beater and your white T

Turn all red when you split to the white meat

Still throw up nigga, what?

DMX and The Ghost, four-four niggas up

I represent the poor niggas, what?

Fully loaded hand gun, we roll in the cut

[Hook - DMX:]

X and The Ghost

Cats feel different when they necks in the toast

Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast

That's what they get fuckin' with X and The Ghost

Come on, come on

X and The Ghost

Cats feel different when they necks in the toast

Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast

That's what they get fuckin' with X and The Ghost

Come on, come on

[Verse 2 - DMX:]

Cats don't know I ain't playin' with this shit

You keep playin' with the kid, is why you starin', gettin' bit

Leave you layin' in a ditch, it's your actions that make me

Ask you 'do you know who the fuck you playin' with?! '

Evidently nah, I rep the R

Prescription, no description of what you saw

Whatever happened happened, it's in the past

That's why these new fake niggas ain't gon' last

Nowadays things feel like they in that movie life

And they names, just can't get right

No matter what they do they fallin' off

Nigga fuck you and your crew, you all soft

Y'all niggas is more pussy, the whole pussy

Think about it, don't please, don't push me

Man, y'all niggas was doin' some shit

That's gon' make it go bad for all niggas

[Hook - DMX:]

X and The Ghost

Cats feel different when they necks in the toast

Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast

That's what they get fuckin' with X and The Ghost

Come on, come on

X and The Ghost

Cats feel different when they necks in the toast

Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast

That's what they get fuckin' with X and The Ghost

Come on, come on

[Bridge - DMX:]

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

Y'all niggas already know what it is!

[Hook - DMX:]

X and The Ghost

Cats feel different when they necks in the toast

Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast

That's what they get fuckin' with X and The Ghost

Come on, come on

X and The Ghost

Cats feel different when they necks in the toast

Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast

That's what they get fuckin' with X and The Ghost

Come on, come on

Sucka 4 Love lyrics - DMX

[Intro]

Doing me like you do, cause I know it’s what you do [x5]

[Chorus]

Never been a sucker for love

So if it come down to you and me you know

I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup

cause at the end of the day

you ain’t never been nothing but a nut

I ain’t never been a sucker for love

so if it come down to you and me you know

I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup

cause at the end of the day

you ain’t never been nothing but a nut

[Verse 1]

Listen boo, you’s a bitch, you been a bitch

you know how niggas do

run up in a bitch, fuck her well

and the bitch will call them bitches

but then in a week or 2, fucking all them bitches

A nigga gotta fall back and take a breather

shawty suck a mean dick but in the morning

gotta leave her, wasn't trying to deceive her

I just wanted my dick suck

cute as a motherfucker

and she got a big butt

now I’m like, what do I do from here

cause she’s acting like she ain’t trying go nowhere

ain't really trying to get attached to this shit

shit its friday, I just want some ass in the bitch

can’t be mad at me, I’m just doing what niggas do

got kids by him, she wanna be the niggas boo? what? really?

oh you think it’s like that, ok! I’ll be right back

[Chorus]

I ain't never been a sucker for love

so if it come down to you and me you know

I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup

cause at the end of the day

you ain’t never been nothing but a nut

I ain’t never been a sucker for love

so if it come down to you and me you know

I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup

cause at the end of the day

you ain’t never been nothing but a nut

[Verse 2]

It was summer time, I was in the slumps

seen that bitch from a far, I was like wassup

remember me? I was that kid

it was him and me, you just did what you did

how you expect me to respect you

when I know a police file of other niggas that you gave your sex to

i ain’t never been a sucker so if you think so

you got the wrong motherfucker

what’s my name? ah ah, bitch! what’s my name?

you know who the fuck it is

I’m a real nigga, that’s about my biz

[Chrous]

[Verse 3]

I like the way you beat head, oooh, that's that street shhh

Shawty can you keep a secret?

Look here, you know what I’m trying to creep with

Ok, come on, cars outside, hotels up the block

Jump in the ride, you and me for the rest of the night

It’s all good, click, turn off the lights

Pack it off like that girl, ooh, damn, that ass fat girl

We almost there baby, oh shit yeah baby, ow!

[Chorus x2]

Take Whats Yours lyrics - DMX

[Mase]

Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough

Down for denaro, hit everything in the Triburo

And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team

And I'mma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M.

With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short

And I'mma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before

You stay a playa'

Since you can't stay up with the Pope

And stick to what you do best, stick to wearin' coke

You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke

Can't keep a whip, cuz you can't pay the note

Fuck the side, I'm waiting for you on top, Mercedes drop

Black 380's cops, 'till the day I get knocked

All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly

And brush my waves so I'm handsome when the bitches greet me

Word from the wise, niggas jerk pies, we hurt them guys

Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised

So how you wanna settle this?

Rappin' or on some ghetto shit

We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit

[1] - [DMX]

Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise

Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws

Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours

Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars

Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise

Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws

Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours

Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars

[Mase]

Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled

We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed

We early inheritors , born into C.R.E.A.M

If a nigga' get sheist then we form as a team

Bullshit if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M.

The weatherman don't even know the storm I'mma bring

But yo, I'm not the man with whom you interact

So before you grab gatts to jack, remember that

You take dough from Mase, you might as well send it back

I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that

When clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fall

Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick at all

No matter how big or small, I get rid of ya'll

And shit I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all

[Repeat 1]

[Mase]

Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet shit

Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit

Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal

Keep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love me

So don't get splashed for the minimal

We never vest up, be in a double breast tux

Plus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuff

I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one do

And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot

You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof

Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one in they sunroof

And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggas head gushin'

You niggas talkin' 'bout guns like you said something

I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em

That's what you faggots get, tryin' to fuck with Mase and 'em

Bad Boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that

And all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap

[Repeat 1 until fade]

Tales From The Darkside lyrics - DMX

And now, the tale from the darkside...

[DMX]

Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas

What the flow is all about

Huh, its about this

Anywhere from forty-eight and up

Straight, you feel me?

Fifty fifty

Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight?

If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet

Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace

A week later them niggas talkin about (Yo, X got me)

I thought he was my man, but he act like he ain't know me

I knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show me

That nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random

Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom

Niggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care

'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there

And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time

Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme

And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had

And I shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad

I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it

And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal it

And that's how real it, GETS, when this shit [hits the fan]

You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man

Then we gon' see what'choo made of

If your shit ain't pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?

The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head

Or ya babies mother missin for a month, found dead

Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in

Maggots got the bitch coverered and the smells sick'nen

Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrong

And so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move on

Keep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo

Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you

Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass

And money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast

Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery

I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN ME

On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin

'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin

You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloody

Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy

Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas

I done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggas

For that shit you did that you wasnt built for

Shit I guess you didnt know you do get killed for

I done filled niggas up with the extended clip

Its like I blew this joint down with the extended rip

Or that non-stop, when the bomb drops

I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block

From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild

?Cell cagers last night from lock out just died?

Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to run

What more can they do to a man that ain't been done

A mind is a terrible thing to waste

Especially if its all over the place, your mind all over his face

How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder

Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder

I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game

'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they sixth train

You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to DIRT

You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth

MOTHERFUCKER...

Tell Me How U Feelin' lyrics - DMX

Yo dog!

Yeah?

Can you hit em with some of that X shit?

Some of that X shit?

Some of that real X shit!

Let's do it, baby

Dog nigga! (what? what?

What? What? What? What?)

Dog nigga!

(Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!) Ruff Ryders!

Volume one (volume one!), Swizz Beats (come on! come on! come on!)

All aboard!

If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama

I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma

I'ma - hit y'all niggaz with somethin that you ain't never felt

Hit y'all niggaz for frontin you caught up in that hell

If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true

I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew

But - if you know a bitch, you don't listen to that bitch

You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is

([Man:] fuck that bitch!)

If I listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin they mouth

I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin up, to run in your house

But - you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward

He'll end up killin these cowards, and I'm not feelin these cowards!

If I let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me

I guess I really, wouldn't be d

But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live it

How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it? come and get it!

Grrr, arf arf, woo woo!

Grrr, arf arf, woo woo!

Tell me how you feelin now (what?!) I know you illin now (what?!)

Tell me how you feelin now (what?!) I know you illin now (what?!)

Grrr, arf arf, woo woo!

Grrr, arf arf, woo woo!

Tell me how you feelin now (what?!) I know you illin now (what?!)

Tell me how you feelin now (what?!) I know you illin now (what?!)

It's not like me...

The Future lyrics - DMX

[Meeno]

They got my back to the wall

Nobody to turn to, nobody I can trust

I used to have friends

But all I could think about was hustlin

That was then, this is now

And this is how I must be

A loose cannon, with a cannon

Nobody can trust me

When half the world is sayin "Fuck Me"

The other half will fear me

Shit both halves will make one whole

But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me

Yeah they hear me, but fuck that

I want them cats to feel me

Cuz to feel me, is to know I'll be a problem till they kill me

It's from sun-up to sun-down

Got my gun up, and I'ma run down

On any ass coward that feelin that I can't get down

I'm a nightmare, the nigga that's always right there

Borderline, with two lines, a little too heavy to fight fair

Unload, reload, cock back, and pop that

And drag to where your top at

And guaranteed that I dropped that

You can't top that

I'm here to put them rumors to rest

Fuck the past

Fuck the present

I'm the future in the flesh

[Chorus x2]

I'm the chrome before the storm

I'm the buzz before the storm

I'm the screech before the crash

I'm the click before the blast

I'm the rise before the fall

I'm the loss before the gain

Vacant Lot will keep it hot

Cuz we the future of this game

[Big Stan]

Coke game to sober

We takin rap over

Either roll with us or you gettin rolled over

But pardon, niggaz is too hard for your squadron

Evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children

No way around it, niggaz comin in thousands

M17s, grenades, and four-pounders

All you grimmy niggaz get the fuck from round us

Y'all the same cock-housers from the blocks to gouchers

Celebratin is the the feelin when I catch a fake vilian

Send him brick style in the ceilin of an abandonded building

Feel me? y'all got to, I'm the voice of theory

My advice? keep rappin you ain't no where near me

Spillin blood for the dead, God bless them dearly

And look straight to the heavens so I know that He hear me

My shit fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight

Up on in corner, with the sweeper I let the body gate

[Chorus x2]

[DMX]

When I do niggaz, it's how I do niggaz

And two niggaz got nothin for me

When they saw me looked the other way and tried to ignore me

I put holes, like foot holes, in niggaz buttholes

Stomp a mudhole, when I cut hoes, the fuckin blood flows

That was bustin niggaz wide, I was 10 when I died

Now I'm walkin dead with the infared by my side

Keepin niggaz in line like a parade

Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid

Like a grenade, playin with spades is the plan

Now what part of suck my dick don't you understand?

Better act like you know or get smacked like your hoe

When you straped, toe to toe, but can't strap with the flow

And I gets down for mine, with the crime

And if I gots to do time, fuck it

I don't mind

I handle my business and I shoot snitches

Cuz I know nowadays niggaz is more ass than loose bitches

It's all good, I'm still out

Knock on wood, robbin niggaz like my last name is Hood

Cuz I could, go with that mob that goes out to rob

That mad scheme to get cream without the job

I house more niggaz than a shelter

And if a nigga ever felt a, heltah skeltah

It'd would melt away, cuz the pain is too much to bear

Let the dead be dark while the Dark is here

[Chorus till fade]

DMX other songs:

 

The Story lyrics - DMX

[DMX]

I'm always talking shit, cause wherever I go I walk in shit

And now they got me on some stalking shit

Broad daylight, niggaz is crying, "But I don't want anyone to blast"

So from the roof I pick em off like a scab

And watch the slug bust a thug like a watermelon

He shoulda thought about that before caught a terror

And now another kid grows up without a daddy or a mommy

Cause at the funeral I hit up the caddy,

it's the army for real niggaz with nothing to lose

Cause when it's time to go you don't get to choose

I make the muthafuckin rules and I enforce it,

shorty's people was loose hand so he lost it

I took the joints and tossed them, in the river,

at the same spot that I dumped

This kid that didn't wanna give a nigga the combo, to the safe in the crib

Look, money, that's why I did what I did

[2 niggaz Talking.....]

[DMX]

Mad stressed and I'm about to have a breakdown

It's time for pops who got the store on the corner to have get a shakedown

He hasn't paid for protection in like two months

So I figured I'd leave him wit like two fronts

I break up shit to let him know that I'm real

Reminder, I know where you live so don't squeal

Told him, next time I come, Have some paper for me

Don't fuck around and turn into another caper for me

Cause though he's cool all that cool shit stops

And I be in the crowd talking bout, "Yo who killed pops?"

It's a shame, he was caught up in the game and couldn't play it

So I smoked him, I asked him "who's the man" and made him say it

Three times, and that's how many times I hit him

A nigga was acting like he didn't have to pay so I did him

Yo I think this shit is going to my head (for real)

But let that be a lesson, don't pay dues and you dead

[2 people Talking.....]

[DMX]

A little birdie told me that the feds were on to me

And they wanted to do something real wrong to me

So I broke out, Blazed the L for a while

Checked my sources and found my name was on file

Under gun for hire and extortion, but yo I never use

The same joint twice as a precaution and I heard this kid tried to set me up

He knew I knew so he tried to wet me up

See he was under investigation for drugs

They set up all types of phone taps and bugs

Then when they bagged him, money went out, reprisent (he was my friend)

Said they'd let him go, all he had to do was snitch

And I know now he wish they would have kept him

Cause it was sweet how I crept him, wet him up then left him

And that's for mufuckas that don't know

Go against the grain and you feel the pain

Aight yo?

The Way It's Gonna Be lyrics - DMX

This is the way it's the way it's supposed to be

This is the way that I say that it's gonna be

This is the way that I say it's supposed to be

This is the way that I say that it's gonna be

Let me go, nigga, back up off me

Dog out the cage, cats walk softly

Talk real lightly, scared to bite me

Scared to death to shoot me, scared to fight me

In the street niggas is playing the wrong game

Up in a real nigga face, saying the wrong thang

At the end of the day, what that really mean?

Come on, let this bitch ass nigga flee

He ain't mean no harm, he ain't mean nuttin' by it

It ain't mean no wrong, you's a grown ass man

Let 'em know, dick ain't for ridin'

Dick is for findin' pussy, then hidin'

What is my dick doing in your mouth?

This ain't a pacifier nigga, c'mon, take that out (please!)

Oh shit bitch, this is how dog get down

Hands in the air whenever dog hit town

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Y'all niggas heard it through the grape vine

What's that? X is back, I'ma take mine

Name of the game is get in where you fit in

Dog, nigga, I fit in at the beginnin'

Cats living, jumpin' out the window

Where'd money go? Yo, right out the window

Whether it's rock and roll, I lock and load

Shut 'em down, open up shop, oh no!

Dick ridin' niggas, stay up in it, where you goin' dog?

Upside your fuckin' head in minute

First you pick the dudes, stick and move

Witness smooth, real simple, stick to the rules

Why you gotta make shit complicated? I hate it

Y'all keep a nigga aggravated

Then rate it, loading up let the hungry eat

911, it's a beast running loose in the streets

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, come on

Put 'em up, come on, put 'em up, what?

Time To Build lyrics - DMX

It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time

This is time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, this is time to build

[Verse 1: Mic Geronimo]

I format my mind for combat

In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that

Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe

Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed

I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I

I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi

So when I squeeze I'm off in the breeze with these

Licking shots at them whack MC's

With no direction, I rhyme with perfection skills

Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build

Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop

I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block

Word is bond I go on

I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs

Insane in the brain nothing left to gain

Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, Mother Fuckers

[Chorus:]

This is time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, this is time to build

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]

Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name

Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves

Cause Ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber

Infrared aimed at your jugular

Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares

You just be another nigga that needs repairs

Talking to all them niggas shitting

And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching

Sod sill delivering, DOA push a nine to your mind and commence the spray

No bullshit, Natural's the king of left

Scared of life but wanna play the game of death

What's next? Niggas wearing padded kotex

Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex

I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler

Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus:]

This is time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, this is time to build

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor

You know my work I bless and press more skirts then the cleaners

I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the G

Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me

Gone, niggas is moist like Duncan Heinz

Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison lines

So flame on I turn my game on the expert

Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network

Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic

You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like

I'm living flashbacks, I blaze niggas split like ass-cracks

It's the J to the A, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah

So when I'm browsing through your housing projects

Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough

Time to close I hit you with 16 of those

Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows?

[Chorus:]

This is time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, this is time to build

[Verse 4: DMX]

Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo

I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges

Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches

I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy

My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody

I did too much dirt to turn back now

I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now

I'd feel guilty if I had a heart but I don't

To live a carefree life if I stop killing but I won't

It's in my blood to destroy man kind

With every murder I lose it little more of my damn mind

And I ain't got much left to lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga

I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga

Respect my mother fucking style of rap

Murder your mic and your unborn child

This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street

A little something that cant be beat

[Chorus:]

It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time

This is time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, it's time to build

It's time to build, this is time to build

[Mic Geronimo:]

Recognize, understand, recognize, understand

Recognize, understand, recognize, understand

This is time to build

This is time to build

This is time to build

Time To Get Paid lyrics - DMX (feat. Notorious B.I.G)

[Biggie: Juicy Sample]

Time to get paid

Time to get, time-time to get, time to get paid

Time to get..

Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight

Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid

Time to get, time to get, time to get, time to get paid

Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight

Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid

Time to get, time to get, time to get, time to get paid

[DMX]

Money, money, money

Bitches, bitches, bitches

All these fucking killers but a jail full of snitches

A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches

Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is

Got a crew of guerillas, start chickens like roaches?

Put niggas lights out, buenos nochas

You can go to the left, but don't lose the focus

Whatever the fuck you do, don't lose the focus

Ain't nothing changed, nigga throw them R's up

Come through on a higher boost, light them cars up

Vato's Locos, man we are nuts

You know that's us when we tear shit up

We get's it in, no muthafucking doubt

Ain't got to pop a nigga, I punch him in his mouth

Got ya soft like funeral music, cut it out

For real, fuck is all the noise about

[Biggie: Juicy Sample]

[DMX]

When you walk like a duck, I'ma treat it like a duck

If it look like pussy than it's gon get fucked

See, we get down for real, blam niggas from the truck

And we can keep talking slick but you don't get stuck

Cats making funny moves and I don't know what you up too

But keep talking slick and you gon make me say fuck you

I'm a grown ass nigga, walk alone ass nigga

Bring it to you, ain't no beefing on the phone ass nigga

Nowadays there's so much [?]

I wouldn't be surprised if there was [?]

They don't make 'em like they used to

But y'all better get used to a nigga keeping it real

Just because he choose to

They know I'm in some pain because I go against the grain

Go against the game and show a nigga that a

Throw a nigga the [?]

Keep nigga talking, Double R for life, we deep nigga, what!

[Biggie: Juicy Sample]

[Outro - DMX]

All my life, I've been struggling

I've been struggling, but I will be alright

All my life, I've been struggling

I've been struggling, but I will be alright

Top Shotter lyrics - DMX

[DMX]

Rrrrrgh, uh, uh-huh

Uh.. uhh uhh, uh-huh

Here comes the boom [8X]

Here comes the boom! Boomin, bouncin

Stalkin, must walk in, hawk get to pouncin

Get em where it counts and, hit em like a mountain

Spit em have em spittin out, blood like a fountain

Don't look at me like that, we just might fight black

And that fight, might end up in me takin your life back

I don't, go for the bullshit, cause I've been down

and time is, just too important to be fuckin around

Talk nigga, I stomp a mudhole in your face

Motherfucker, rip your butthole out of place

Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it

Yeah it's a dirty job, but I just love doin in

Here comes the boom [8X]

[reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas for next 50 seconds]

Here comes the boom [8X]

[more reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]

[DMX]

I did more kinds of war crimes more times

than in war times, went way before times

You know what's sad man, that I'm such a mad man

bad man, with that BOOM you never had man

Here comes the boom [8X]

[more reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]

Here comes the boom [repeat to fade]

Trippin Remix lyrics - DMX

[Puffy:]

Huh, you know what time it is

This is the remix (this is the remix)

'99 to infinite

Bad Girls

Kima, Kiesha, Pam

Talk to me

[Pam:]

Baby, yeah (I like this right here)

Your show is bumpin' (c'mon)

You show me somethin' (heh heh, something, baby)

See, I won't (c'mon), trade you

In for nothin' mmmm (I like the way it's goin' down)

See erything, you do to me

You got me trippin' (you got me trippin' baby, but I like it)

And I'm satisfied (c'mon)

And I'm guaranteed (let's go)

I hope you (yeah)

That you've been checkin' me (it's the remix)

I know what you're talkin' bout

You got me trippin' on my own feet, yeah, yeah

You got me buggin' boy (c'mon) ohhh

You bring me so much joy, (yeah)

You got me open, boy

And I'ma save my - self for you, baby (that's right)

[Puff:]

Keisha talk to me

[Keisha:]

Baby, yeah (huh)

There's something (there's somethin'), I'll mention (c'mon)

Me and her (I like the way that sound) la la la la la la la (c'mon)

See, she's no (she's no), competition (heh, heh)

So tell her, yeah (tell her now) (you look good, can I taste you?)

That you're through with her (yeah)

And you're lovin' me (that's right)

And that's To-totally (that's Totally, Kima, Kiesha, and Pam) Totally

And you're dedicated (you're dedicated), to me

[DMX:]

Uh, huh, ah

Like to sprout when the lights is out (DMX)

Keeping niggas on point, that's what life's about (that's right)

You like to shout? I'ma put that shit to a-cease (huh huh) (yeah)

From here to the paper, from the bed to the grease (a'ight)

Like police, I get away with mad credit shit

Only the niggas that don't catch it, doin' some mad hungry shit (huh) (uh huh)

All that buddy shit was left alone, back in school (ugh) (c'mon)

Even then, the nigga was cuttin' up (yeah), actin' fools (what!)

Broke a lot of rules (why?) just because I could (uh, huh) (that's right)

Got away with most of it, just because I'm good (uh huh)

Stabbin' niggas with wood, I was one of the first

Doin' dirt, but I'm still outrunnin' the Hertz

And it's always worst than it looks (uh, huh) (c'mon)

But then you never understandin' the thirst of a crook (you arrested)

First comes the hook, the assault, then come the robbery (damn)

My world is always (ugh!) dark and ain't no stoppin' me

Come on!

[Keisha:]

(C'mon, sing to me Keisha) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby

(Take me to the bridge) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing

(Can you feel it?) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention

(I like the way it feels) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah

(This one's for me) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no

(Mmmm-mmmm) Competition (c'mon, let's go)

(Bad Boy) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby

(Ruff Ryder) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing

(Def Jam) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention

(DMX and we won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah

(Cuz she won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no

(Back it up, back it up) (Mmmm-mmmm) Competition

I hope you That you've been checkin' me (just dance for me)

I know what you're talkin' bout (just dance for me)

You got me trippin' on my own feet (just dance for me)

You got me buggin' boy (this is the remix)

You bring me so much joy (this is the remix)

And I'ma save myself for you (yo hooker, yellow man, PD)

I hope you

That you've been checkin' me (hit me baby, HA!)

I know what you're talkin' bout

You got me trippin' on my own feet

You got me buggin' boy

You bring me so much joy

And I'ma save my - self for you

We Got This lyrics - DMX

.....[Forte & DMX Growling]....

[Chorus - Forte' & DMX]

[Forte']

You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) - DMX in parentheses

[Forte]

Forte' ! (DMX!)

[Forte']

Be the hottest!

[Forte' & DMX]

We Got This!!! (You ain't hear?!!!!)

[Forte']

We Got This! ( Nigga! You ain't hear?!!!)

[Forte']

We Got This!

[Forte' & DMX]

Straight up! We locked it!!!

[Forte' - Verse One]

Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters,

Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip

candle wax, brown Beamers to whip

And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!

Thirty two shots to split ya!

It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!

John could make ya richer!

Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!

I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician

whose trying to add on, when it's not addition

You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!

Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!

And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low

From Madina up to Y.O.

El Capitan John, micapo

Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!

The east is like the wild west without the showdown!

Them niggas be like, "what now?!"

Get cut down! From the gut down!

Intense heh? And leave you shut down!

You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!!

[Dmx]

Unghh!!! My nigga said it!!

Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!

I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!

Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!

And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!

I figure like this...It's just me against the world!

Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!

What you think I'm-a do...when my back's against the wall!!?

Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!

X'll Kill 'em all!!! That's what they say to me now!

You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!!

And you lovin' it!

It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!

And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!

But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!

This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!

It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!!!

Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!

[Chorus 2x]

[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]

This track'll make me zone out!

Run up in the party with the chrome out!

Clear Jerome out, no doubt!

Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!

Pikasoe baby!

Gotta get this money baby!

50's and 100's baby!

My whole crew be sonnin' you

What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!

Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!

[Forte']

Put in the card baby, you gone

Too many hard rappers live for cunan

You knew John was too on

Me and DMX, whether change your suit on

Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?

[DMX]

Unghh! Unghh!

If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!

EAT WHEN I EAT!

SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!

For real, SHIT IS DEEP!

And what you don't know, will kill you!

From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!!

[Forte']

I'm roundin' mine more

And very few can nine hold

The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!

Dough to sit on!

I'm down to shit on!

Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!

[DMX]

Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!

I set the clock!

Clip the glock!

Hit the block!

Rip the rock!

In the sock!

Get the knot!

This shit is hot!

Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!

[Chorus - 3x]

Whatcha Gonna Do lyrics - DMX

[Chorus]

I say

I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,

I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [2x]

wha-wha wha-wha whaaat

[Jayo Felony]

I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it

When Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw music

With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop

Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke

When Im in Miama I go to scoop Luke

To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot

Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup

Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb boots

Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot

Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof

Seen T-Funk he took is to the fruit

Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof

Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat

Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex

And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks

Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex

S.D., Jersey we getting more sex

flow next

go next

[Chorus]

[Hook]

Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood

Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh [2x]

[Method Man]

If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep

I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street

Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?

Kickin dust as I bust, .... peace

And all them crooked cops on the beat

My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet

Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts

With darts, like HBO watching after dark

No love for a mark, even less for a trick

That wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ...

Real shit hotness

Run wit my niggas that aint got shit

Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit

One time, out for mine, but cant stop it

Trying to keep they hands in my pocket

So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic

Leave the crop scene spotless

Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic

Niggas, synchronize your watches

We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo

Mr. meth, (DMX!)

Im running loco

motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[DMX]

I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo

Feel the pressure

Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser

Niggas hit me with the best shit then what

I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go ...

Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing

Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something

I got more homies than an esse, but lets say

I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day

The best way you can hope to get close to me

Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be

The first time you start acting fuckin strange

Best to be ducking range

Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain

I break niggaz like promises

Split em' open like Thomas'

And sell more drugs than a pharmacist

Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime

Attitude that doesnt mind doing time

[Chorus]

[Hook]

Why We Die lyrics - DMX

Uhh, that's some shit..

..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before

That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen

nothing like this before, for real man)

It's goin down baby, uhh..

UHH! Busta Rhymes

WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga

Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me

They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary

Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin

Straight through the roof, want the truth?

I kinda miss robbin and stealin

cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved

I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard

Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic

He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)

Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie

If I ain't shit then, why should I try

See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood

Real good heart, but up to no good

Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough

The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff

When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours

as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)

Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it

From in my soul to every word that I curse

with all the agony expressed in this verse;

let me ask my niggaz (why?)

My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)

Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga

Because I walk the ground under my feet

and keep it live and stay in tune with the street

Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

[Jay-Z]

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from

I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?

I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"

but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves

Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves

They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me

Please shed light, the hood's dark

I did my dirt but got a good heart

Shouldn't that count for somethin?

I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood

Like (??) it was stuntin my growth

Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most

Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's

Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker

Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers

Got demons on both shoulders,

tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets

In other words nigga my will was weak

Please feel what I speak,

this ain't your average ordinary jargon

weak rap niggaz be talkin

This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me

To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Busta Rhymes]

I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never

See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater

like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin

on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park

I live and die for all the shit I believe

And rep for everything I stand for

with every single breath I breathe

Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale

the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke

If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure

for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow

You know it's funny how the good die first

Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga

cause you could die worse

Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin

REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb

Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on

somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

X Moves lyrics - DMX, Bootsy Collins & Steve Howe (feat. Ian Paice)

[DMX]

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin', uh

Yeah, grr

If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it don't hate me

Lately I've been talkin' 'bout how I'm motherfuckin' ready it makes it

Demon with his own venom

Tell you to rappers shut the fuck up, make fools with 'em

Bitch niggas just tryna hate so they gots to get it (Yeah)

But be down, you just get (Bap, bap), fuckin' shots are with it (Come on)

I beat the shit out of money 'cause yo that's all I knew

But could we do all this to brag 'cause that's all I do

I said I'm all set or that ass will get beat

Bet y'all niggas feel the pressure pouncing me on the street

Got them bugged out, smoked out, and drugged out flow

But if they hear me strutin' out, yo ass hit the floor, and yo

I can go like a dawg, burn his ball

But none could not, damn this hard, come on

Niggas only knew half the script

I'm in the strip with the twice, but the chimps got grip and I

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

They get me where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

They get me where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

Where I'm goin'

Goin'

Keep holdin' on like it's somethin' you had

If a mother fuck a child then the mother fuck a dad

Raw head with the face skeleton scoop, like the pelican

Niggas is soft, like gelatin

Irrelevant, how many rhymes you got?

You ain't got what I got, X marks the spot (Come on)

I get high with your girl when you was up north (Yeah)

You remember me pullin' up in that ass I thought so

I'm tryna run the streets and get hard

Bet your dick hard

Fuck around, get your shit split apart

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

They get me where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

Where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

[Bootsy Collins & Ian Paice]

She said uh, "Are you experienced"

I said, "Yeah, as a matter of fact I can be very magical"

Watch me while I run out a Jag

You know what I've been seein' blood

Creepin' and runnin' through the grass

And it's been huntin' for love

And that's why I want you back, baby (I want you back)

Yeah, huh, I do

I got baes from space

Running light years in this race

I go where DMX moves

I find where X grooves

'Round another maneuver

Together in a super fly transdueser

Are you ready for X (DMX), get 'em

[DMX:]

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

They get me where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

Goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

They get me where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

Where I'm goin'

I make moves, they get me where I'm goin'

Y'all Niggaz lyrics - DMX

Ah shit, what the fuck?
Are you serious?
Hit the motherfuckin' floor, baby!
Let's go!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Let's go!

[DMX]
Y'all lookin' for names, I'm lookin' for beats
Y'all lookin' for fame, I live in the streets
Y'all talk the talk, but I walk the walk
School street, home of the brave, NEW YORK
Y'all make movies, but I make moves
Straight up, y'all got somethin' to prove
Y'all niggaz duck, but I swing back
Y'all niggaz run, but I bring gats
Y'all niggaz whisper, "X is a crackhead"
Aight fuck it, I'ma just crack heads
I bang niggaz that cross the line
Y'all niggaz talk shit from way behind
I stand my ground, but y'all niggaz don't
Shit I go to jail, but y'all niggaz won't
Y'all niggaz walk around and get scared
But I don't give a fuck, I don't care

[Chorus: DMX]
I ain't a dancing nigga, I just move to the beat
Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet
Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk
That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all
[Repeat]

[DMX]
Y'all niggaz is pussy, straight up ass
I keep that thing, and I'll blast
letcha man know, he don't wanna push me
Remember, it's you not me that's pussy
Y'all niggaz walk light on your toes
I come through hard, kickin' down doors
I spit a mean 16 without a pause
Then let 16 go just because
You in it for the dough, I'm in it for life
You in jail beatin' your dick, I'm fuckin' your wife
I bring the drama, I bring the noise
Kidnap yo mama, bring her to the boys
I make shit happen with one word
You take shit laughin' nigga, you's a bird
I take niggaz for everything they got
That's why I'm the dog and you not

[Chorus]