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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'