For My Dogs lyrics - DMX (feat. Big Stan, Loose, Kasino & Drag-On)

[DMX:]

My niggas

[Big Stan:]

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog... my niggas

[Kasino:]

My dogs the beginning of this bloodline of mine

That spark this in a nigga's heart and cause him to shine

Before all the rhyme lessons that I keep in my mind, I owe you

And I give my right hand to show you

Whether it's fist or guns whatever it go to

It's me they go through if ever they want you

I'd light the flame, dead game and trying to scratch

K-A-S I know where my dogs is at

[Big Stan:]

And I'm gonna be the one behind just to keep you on your toes

I be your extra eyes and hold you down around your foes

I be your extra gun, if you need me let me know

For my dogs I be the first to cock it back and let it go

They do it for the dough me I do it for the love

You're my nigga to the death so I treat you like my blood

If push comes to shove and they try to send you back to the streets

I give my last to put you back on your feet, feel me

[Big Stan:]

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog... my niggas

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog... my niggas

[Drag-On:]

You my dog nigga I die for

Shit bust a five for see the judge and lie for

You the type of nigga I throw weight up on the block for

Just go ahead and lock jaws, and your half? I got yours

Send in the dog I smell it all night

I told niggas to shut up and write X barks with a hell of a bite

For the love, they always will be till they kill me

I put my thugs on it and slugs with my blood on it

[Loose Cannon:]

And to my mothafuckin' dogs big ups to your first share

Niggas know the deal just waitin for them plaques to get shipped

Do your thing, nigga, you know we got your back

Cause real dogs always return with food for the pack

Why these wack niggas swinging when they gonna miss

Take it from me he was nice before all this

Yo, X, rain on em cause after that comes the blood

Ruff Ryders feed all they dogs wit raw blood

[Big Stan:]

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog... my niggas

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog... my niggas

[DMX:]

My people show love (what!) and haven't left me stranded yet

Though I have a death wish it ain't been granted yet

So until then I'm gonna be that nigga all up in your chest (come on)

Until the lord decides to lay my ass down to rest

Bless the body at the funeral and hope I don't burn

Was a hard headed nigga and nope I don't learn

Saw the truth but chose to ignore it wasn't going for it

My nigga had to give it to me (AHH!) then I saw it

This is clear as day I know here's the day

I'm gonna be on my way nothing more to say

But take me lord make me lord what you will

Really wanted to chill but learned how to kill

Been downhill from then on cause I been on

Some shit hit on every move to get ten on

The next sac but you know that's how X act

That's why these street niggas is waiting for the next track

[Big Stan:]

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog, this is for my dog

This is for my dog... my niggas

I Can Feel It lyrics - DMX (feat. Nardo)

[DMX:]

Sometimes

Sometimes you just know

You just know, that's all

[Nardo:]

I can feel it coming in the air tonight

Hold on

I've been waiting for this moment for all my life

Hold on, hold on

[DMX:]

The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger

When it was hunger that stopped a nigga from goin' under

And you wonder why I pat you on your head and smile

Look in your eyes and thank the Lord for my child

Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you, and I hope you can take it

Gotta leave you in the desert, and I hope that you make it

Gotta put you on yo' ass to see what it does to you

When you stand up, you see that I'm just showin' love to you

Other niggas'll put a slug through you, over your ends

Cats I fucked with are real, but hey, those are your friends

It's just what you got comin', sometimes you don't know

What you askin' for, yet you ask for more

Shut the casket door, this one here good as done

They thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run

Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster

It is comin' in the air? Yeah, it's gettin' closer

[Nardo:]

I can feel it coming in the air tonight

Hold on

I've been waiting for this moment for all my life

Hold on, hold on

[DMX:]

I see life through many shades of grays and blacks

I could take that and hit 'em with the blazin' tracks

When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams

It takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams

The Devil got a hold on me, and he won't let go

I can feel the Lord pullin', but he movin' dead slow

Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion

Some of us may do the winnin', but we all do the losin'

It's just who does the choosin', is you goin' up or down?

What have you been provin'? Just that you were a fuckin' clown

Been seen the bullshit but never spoke on it

'Cause I know that deep down you really don't want it

I was traded the chance of bein' a child with a father

For a talent and bein' able to survive when it's harder

My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife

That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night – come on!

[Nardo:]

I can feel it coming in the air tonight

Hold on

I've been waiting for this moment for all my life

Hold on, hold on

[DMX:]

There's a lot of shit that I let slide, 'cause it's outta my hands

Lot of niggas I let ride, but it's not in my plans

That a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog

Families by the truckloads, fleein' to the morgue

Full moon, (ah-oo) – the howlin'

(Grr) – the growlin', (shh) – the prowlin'

Don't know love, can't show love

That means you gonna need mo' love than an old thug

But hold up, roll up, talkin' out the side of your mouth

Is what's gonna let niggas know why you died in your house

While they lied to your spouse, told her it was suicide

But you and I both knew, the truth'll never die

Listen, nigga, if you scared, get a dog

But be prepared for the mob

'Cause you dead up in the fog

And that's your head by the log

I can smell it in the air, I can tell when it's there

This is hell and we're both here, can you feel it? Tell me yeah!

[Nardo:]

I can feel it coming

In the air tonight, hold on

I've been waiting

For this moment for all my life

Hold on, hold on

Prayer lyrics - DMX

I come to you hungry and tired, you give me food and let me sleep

I come to you weak, you give me strength and that's deep

You call me a sheep and lead me to green pastures

Only asking that I keep the focus in between the chapters

You give me the word and only ask that I interpret

And give me the eyes that I may recognize the serpent

You know I ain't perfect, but you'd like me to try

Unlike the devil who just wants me to lie, 'til I die

Lord, why is it that I go through so much pain?

All I saw was black, all I felt was rain

I come to you because it's you who knows

You showed me that everything was black because my eyes were closed

You gave me the light and let me bask in your glory

So it was only right that when you ask for this story

I put it together to do our dogs some good

Our dogs being brothers and sisters in the hood

Plenty of times you sent help my way, but I hid

And I remember once you held me close, but I slid

There was something that I just had to see

That you wanted me to see so I can be what you wanted me to be

And I think I've seen it, 'cause I don't feel the same

Matter of fact, I know I've seen it, I can feel the change

And it's strange, almost got me beating down your door

But I have never known a love like this before

It's a wonderful feeling to get away from the pain

And up under the ceiling I get away from the rain

And the strain that I feel when I'm here is gone

I know real so I wipe away the tears; it's on

And I almost lost faith when you took my man

Monty, Paso, and Jay's brother Dan

And I fear that what I'm saying won't be heard until I'm gone

But it's all good, 'cause I really didn't expect to live long

So if it takes for me to suffer, for my brother to see the light

Give me pain 'til I die, but please, Lord, treat him right

The Convo lyrics - DMX

[DMX and DMX as God:]

You tell me that there's love here, but to me it's blatant

That with all the blood here, I'm dealin' with Satan

Plus with all the hatin', it's hard to keep peace (uh huh)

Thou shall not steal, but I will to eat

I tried doin' good, but good's not too good for me

Misunderstood, why you chose the hood for me?

Me? I'm aight; I just had to work hard at it

Went to grandma for the answer and she told me that God had it

So now here I am, confused and full of questions

Am I born to lose or is this just a lesson?

And who is gon' choose when it gets turned around?

And will it be laying in my own blood and on the ground?

My child, I've watched you grow up and I've been there

Even at those times you least suspected it, I was there

And look at what I've given you – a talent to rhyme

I may not come when you call, but I'm always on time

Somebody's knockin'

Should I let 'em in?

Lord, we're just startin'

But where will it end

Somebody's knockin'

Should I let 'em in

Lord, we're just startin'

But where will it end?

[DMX and DMX as God:]

But when the funds are low, the guns'll blow

Lookin' for that one that owe, make 'em run that dough

No! Put down the guns and write a new rhyme

You'll get it all in due time, you'll do fine, just have faith 'cause you mine

And when you shine, it's gon' be a sight to behold

So don't fight to be old or lose sight when it's cold

See that light down the road? It's gon' to guide you there

Two sets of footprints; I was right beside you there

But what about them times I only saw one?

Those were the times when I was under the gun — It was then I carried you my son

Led you to safety, it just wasn't your time to face me (uh huh)

Ayo, a few of them times I thought you would erase me

When all you did was embrace me, prepared me for the worst

Offered me eternal life and scared me with the hearse

And the curse turned to grace when the hurt turned to faith

No more runnin' or slidin' in the dirt, 'cause I'm safe

Somebody's knockin'

Should I let 'em in?

Lord we're just startin'

But where will it end?

Somebody's knockin'

Should I let 'em in?

So if I'm your man, I'm in your hands, what's your plan?

Never had a friend 'cause you couldn't trust your man

Learned to stand before I crawled, things were twisted

And if you showed me anything at all, then I missed it

Looked the wrong way, I've done some wrong things

Kept a bad attitude, but that's what wrong brings

And now you mean to tell me that after all this time

It was you that kept the dog from goin' out of my mind?

It was you that breathed life into my lungs when I was born?

And it was you that let me know what was right from what was wrong?

And it was you that let me do, what I knew what could be done?

And it was you that gave me a good wife and a beautiful son?

And it's been you speakin' to me inside my mind?

And it's been you who has forgiven time after time?

It was you who opened my eyes so I could see?

And it was you that shined your light on me?

Niggaz Done Started Something lyrics - DMX (feat. The Lox & Mase)

[Sheek Louch:]

Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers

In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers

New York City, know only way to play is gritty

I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850

My whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy

Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless

And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless

Young, but I done did shit that you won't do

So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through

I got niggas who PUMP on yo' block and in your spot

Who sit next to you? Protectin you?

But they'll murder you, playa

Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis

And bad bitchsesis, fronting, fronting in eclipsesis

[Ma$e:]

Ayo, Ma$e and The LOX

We taking knots from the out of state spots

Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot

You don't really wanna come try, the one guy

Who stay dumb high from blunt lye

The Rikers, Sing Sing alumni

Who got more beef than a Islamic farm

So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs

It's not a nigga in your gang want it

My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggas' names on it

Often I bug, then bust off on a thug

Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs

Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation

Any nigga wave a TEC at Mason, have a explanation

You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doing 'em

Then I'm beating 'em down with aluminum

Then I'm putting two in 'em

You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement

A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant

[Styles P and DMX:]

If you love the money, then prepare to die for it

Niggas done started something

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggas done started something

If you love the money, then prepare to die for it

Niggas done started something

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggas done started something

[Jadakiss:]

Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa

Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa

Rica, sipping margaritas with a mami

Cleaning my Tommy, showing love to my army

Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em

Yeah I hear niggas, but I still don't feel 'em

And this for the listeners, and prisoners

And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing us

My 16's be so real

You can feel 'em in your vein

Like Ramello's pops from Sugar Hill

J be the cause for the kiss at your wake

Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face

We started from the bottom, you'll see beg niggas' pardon

Whatever, we can do it at the Garden

Word life, this shit is real, B

I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty

[Styles P:]

I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs

Green bags from drugs, get whacked for the love

Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me

I'm only getting up, splitting up your anatomy

Official LOX family, grants niggas handing me

I want the finer things, and I hope you understanding me

Sitting at the table, planning and plug the fan in

Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon

Think you're smartest, and retaliate the hardest

Regardless, if you're a thug or a rap artist

Respect me like Pesci

And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffing Nestle

And y'all niggas done starting something

Acting invincible like you God or something

If you God, then I'ma make salat 'til you rot

And if you a playa, then play for everything you got

And if you a thug, then start busting off shots

And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark

[Styles P and DMX:]

If you love the money, then prepare to die for it

Niggas done started something

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggas done started something

[DMX:]

Don't came at me with no bullshit, use caution

'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions

For bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering

Got niggas fearing, fuck whatchu heard, this what you hearing

How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit

See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit

I like pussy, but not up in my face, so give me 3 feet

'Cause when we creep, no more than 3 deep, niggas see sheep

Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud

Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood

A positive ID is impossible, so you know

John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on your toe

Now who gon' tell your mother, her baby's under a cover

In the morgue, stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs

Son of a hardheaded nigga that wouldn't listen

So you got what you came for

(What's that?) Surgery with the chainsaw

I hit the fucking streets

'Cause, like I said before, ain't nothing going down until I eat

Muh'fuckers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches

Well, I'm testing bitches game, undressing bitches, and caressing bitches

And dealing with muh'fuckers on all level, what I'm dealing with is all devils

Fucking with snakes running with niggas you call rebels

I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas

That come through and worry niggas

30 niggas that like to bury niggas and scary niggas get it all the time

'Cause what they got is all of mine, your man was talking shit until I pulled the nine

And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu

And if you with my man, then he getting stuck witchu

And gave it the money, 'cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line

Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the nine

Boss of crime, black Gotti, I stack bodies with the black shottie

Bitch-ass niggas who act snotty

Get it

[Interviewer and DMX:]

These niggas is for real

These niggas ain't playing

This ain't no fucking game

You think we playing?

Ruff Ryders

Grrrrrr

mixtape: Unleashed & Unreleased (1998)

• Y.O. Freestyle
• Ghetto Life
• Can't You See (Freestyle)
• Niggaz Can't Touch Me Kid
• ATF (Open The Door)
• Baby Mother
• 4, 3, 2, 1 Freestyle
• Deeper & Deeper
• Any MC
• Edge Of Da Night
• Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)
• Fuck Dat (I Ain't Goin' Back)
• Against The Grain
• Mary J. Blige
• Spellbound (The Original)
• Up To No Good
• Hardcore Outro 

Y.O. Freestyle lyrics - DMX

Hit me dog. I'll start from some motherfuckin' old school shit first

Ima hit em with some old school shit

I'm on some shit like dog

School street is schooling

Ghetto Life lyrics - DMX

Niggas say I'm bugging

And ask me what's that shit I'm on

Cause I did them wrong

Carry breezy, and get 'em gone

What I'm on is some real "fuck the world" shit

And hoes like the cruddy

Because I'll fuck your girl, quick

That nigga Earl sick

That's what they used to say in school

Throwing tantrums, and stabbing niggas with pencils everyday in school

A wise man can play the fool for reasons of his own

I knew that I would understand the reasons when I'm grown

But now it's on

They started something they wasn't ready for

At the age of 10 I'm busting down a steady four

Comin out for visit but what's a visit when there's no home?

Other kids' parents like 'this little boy's so grown!'

That's what happens? When you're raised in the streets

All I really want is to get praised in the streets

And he who lays in the streets with your last breath

Ask the Lord for forgiveness and you may have a fast death

It's not like me to have my back turned to open places

I wanna see it when it's comin, so I can open faces

Open cases got me payin to stay out of jail

While these streets, got me to prayin to stay out of hell

Slipped, and I fell, got back up – slipped again

But no matter what it's been, niggas never got a win

It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good!

Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood!

Knew what I was doin, everyday that I've been doin it

Seein niggas havin a good time, so I'ma ruin it

Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggas is puss!

Frontin like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush!

When push comes to shove, whatever love we had take it witchu

Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you

Everybody knows you can talk all day

But when it's on what you gonna do – walk away?

One love Boomer, rest in peace, baby!

Dark Man X, DMX

Can't You See (Freestyle) lyrics - DMX

When I creep through

Niggas is see through

Just like negligee

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say

Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs

Rackin the hogs

Desert Eagle packin the morgues

Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's

What happens to those that

Chose to be foes and

Bet his man knows

But yo, we only get stronger

And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer

Get the mayor on the horn!

It's time for shit to go down

Strapped for the show down

Wet up yo crib, kick the door down

Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first

Put you right up in a brand new hearse

Could be worse

Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga

Two vests couldn't save this nigga

The way I laid this nigga

Played this nigga

But that's what I'm good at

Layin niggas out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats

Where's my fuckin' hood at?

I flip on niggas like snitches

Rip on niggas like bitches

Then pour niggas in ditches

They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught

Or should I say a nigga bought

Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport

Triple what a nigga thought

But that's just how shit be

I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me

But just as long as I'm on top of shit

I ain't stoppin shit

And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit

Sat shorty down and told him how much his peeps missed him

Boom, one shot through his respiratory system

Kissed him good night, put him to bed

Put four mo to the head, so he know he understood what I said

Red was all over the place, it didn't look good

But I did what a crook would, searched the crib and took goods

And every night it's the stress

That makes me put another nigga to rest

Make another nigga one less

Niggaz Can't Touch Me Kid lyrics - DMX

"Hey yo, let me know I'm saying, if you recording when the beat come in"

"I'm recording right now motherfucker"

"Hey yo, niggas can't touch me kid"

"What was that god?"

"I said niggas can't touch me kid."

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Ain't no way for me to say just how deep the flow gets

Still waking up in cold sweats, over old threats

And I done did more time than a clock

From the Valhalla to the Rock

I represent on every block

Its the Dizark! Straight out the Grizound!

And from now on this is how Shizits going Dizown!

Clizown, come through squashing toes

Don't even breathe cause in jail you was washing clothes

Get in front of hoes and start fakin' G, let you tell it you getting dough like a bakery

Making me Schemin plots at yo, ass like to dream I put that head to bed and you can dream a lot!

Funny shit is before I shot tha nigga, you shoulda seen how the bitch came up out tha nigga!

Now I got the nigga but I could run up in 'em made 'em say "Daddy" before I put the gun up in 'em

Put one up in 'em, two three, empty the clip

Have his whole head looking like a busted lip

And I skip, cause I can't stand another case

Went to his wake so I could laugh at the look on his mother's face

Even though I know it ain't shit funny about knocking a nigga off just to get money

I still do what I gots to and just be grateful that I never got you cause I woulda SHOT YOU!

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Yeah, you know how I'm living nigga

Straight up ruthless, let's leave yo man toothless, ain't nothing given nigga

I been cruddy cause just long as I can remember since 1970 the 18 of December

Earl Simmons, the bastard that nobody wanted was born

Niggas showed me a joint made 'em run it, it's on

Can't a bank around the way say I ain't stuck it

Quick as I catch a body I can be one, so fuck it!

I ain't got shit to lose but my life

Plug you in the gut and watch the blood ooze down my knife

I laugh at death cause to me it's funny

Don't give a fuck about shit, what matters to me is money!

Sonny, I could teach yo ass a trick or two about stacking the dough, macking a hoe and what the dick'll do

I drove a bitch until the bitch is worthless

Have her sucking my mans dick and make it look good on the surface

A nigga get the same treatment

I'm leaving guts on walls, and brains all over the cement

But no remorse for the corpse cause I still kick 'em

He ain't bleeding enough so I stick 'em

And I will have another body

Kinda like how I feel when I'm blowing up another party

And shit is cracking in the hood now so I'm good now

Talking bout you good now

Oh, you would? How?

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Plenty of niggas know dirty is how I do 'em

Push buck shots from a 30 right through 'em

Cause ain't none of ya'll motherfuckers built for war

And I lay down the law when I spray down ya door

Fuck around and my name'll be 19 5 be 64 11

On the 3 and a half to 7

But even up north I put niggas to waste so if you wanna stop the violence

GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE!

Paroled in four, peeps hit the board off

Bitches is fucking but I sleeps with the sawed off!

I got shit to do, crews to break, moves to make

Wait for the news to break, I got dues to take

I don't joke cuz jokers is cards

And cards are what I pull

Infrared with the clip full, no leash on my pitbull

This shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick

But how I handle shit, is to dismantle shit (Dundundundunduhdada)

Like Popeye and it's spinach time, running through niggas like your tape at the finish line

What ya crew gonna do when I put the pressure on?

And it hurts wanna be gangstas in skirts?

And the bitch is coming all up out the nigga!

One false move and they mom's will read about the nigga

And they girls will be without the nigga

Matter fact, I'm tired of talking money throw ya joints up, let's scrap

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

Niggas can't touch me kid

"Can't touch me kid...word up

Can't touch me kid...word up

They can't touch me kid!

Word like can't touch me kid

Word to mans can't touch me kid

Cuz I get big can't touch me kid

Cuz that's how it is can't touch me kid

I lives how I lives can't touch me kid

Fresh off a bid can't touch me kid

Get the body and slid can't touch me kid

Yo I did what I did can't touch me kid

Now who get big? can't touch me kid!

"Uhhhhh....HAHA!! AHHHHH!!"

ATF (Open The Door) lyrics - DMX

Got me on the run

Uh, uh

Boom, boom, boom, open the door, atf

To late to send my girl downstairs to say he left

To the basement, go through the replacement door

Come up in my neighbor's yard, wit' a taste for war

You know I laced the four, wit' the hallows

Crack the safe, got the bottles

Whatchu want me to do?

Beep carlos!

Two houses over by the tall black fence

I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this

There go a priest, yo, get in, you drive

What the fuck you doin nigga?

Tryin to stay alive

Cops on every corner, I lay back and try to cruise by

Who the fuck could'a snitched? must'a been a new guy

Damn, in back on our ass

Put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast

Tryin' to pull up on the side, but I'm packin' to blast

Tryin' to take the niggas heads off, fuck crackin' the glass

Hey, look out, [bark], damn

Came so close, you almost hit that bitch

Like you said nigga, almost

Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't gon' leave her

Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather

[Breathing sounds]

Drop it on the floor, boom

Got it through the door, peddle to the floor, an office line

Death is in the air, and I don't know if it's mine

But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is

And all I can think of is what about my kids

Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 more clips

Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout

Run through the fire, pull a gun from my boot out

Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear

I'm goin' out fast and the last thing I hear is

Boom, boom, boom, open the door, atf

Baby Mother lyrics - DMX

Know what I'm sayin? Keepin it real

I've been through mad stress, man

Know what I'm sayin? That baby motha, she won't be helpin, man

Just put mad stress on me

Know what I'm sayin? Not helpin at all

Just get at me dog! Get at me

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

My baby's motha be buggin, she wanna blast stick bitches

One of them talk shit, and then get they ass kicked bitches

Once upon a story, yall niggas know the story

And that everything is lovely when it's all about the glory

But soon as shit hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram

I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man

From the time I wake up and get dressed

I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest

It's 96, so I'm on some different shit cousin

She ain't gon have me liftin through that riffin shit buggin'

I got moves to make and mad shit to do

Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew

It's like one and two that might get a nigga that big and happy

And I know them bitches will fuck me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin at me

You listenin thinkin that's a crazy brother

But I'm gon have to be a father who ain't fuckin with his baby motha

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

Bitches be callin the cops, thinkin they callin the shots

Takin the good with the bad baby, it's all in the pot

So do yo thing, cause I'm doin mine boo

A nigga just been chillin, I been doin fine, and you?

I kicked it with my honey and she put me on to something

You gon think until you really see me gon, I'm frontin

Maybe if you kept your friends of respectable distance

Out of our business, I wouldn't have to come and visit

I thought you knew, let the shit you like switchin clothes

When them bitches through, ain't to co sure when they home

But that ain't never stopped yo ass from passin on the Guess

Askin for that Cougie sweater, patten up the breast

Patten up the butt, but you think niggas is stupid

Last week yo shit was like the dog, look at it now, too big

I ain't gon blow yo shit no more, I shouldn't be even did that

Cause you my baby motha, and I'ma always hit that

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with this bitch no more"

Give me a Puerto Rican honey that cook rice and beans

And hair down to her ass, who looks nice in them jeans

So I can be like "Damn, you looking good and I wanna fuck you"

But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got a duck you

You layin like up you don't wanna leave

I told you I got a girl but you don't wanna believe

My baby's mother be buggin and if you wanna see what honey do

Be here when she get back, she bless you with the twenty-two

But ain't even fuck with her like that

Cuz I know, this is the only thing that make her fight that

If you a schemin nigga, go head try your hand

She might give the number, but you'll never be the man

Even if you get the pussy [?]

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door

Got me like "Yo, I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"

She know I love her but I can't fuck with her

She thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her

4, 3, 2, 1 Freestyle lyrics - DMX

Niggas is puss

Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww

Howling at the moon on the roof

Eh, ah, no, get em

Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him

Give me the bat, let me split him

I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him (Wooo!)

Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back

Trieed to strike back

Left him like that, layin up with the white hat

Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya (Aight!)

Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes

Hittin niggas with gashes to the head

Straight to the white meat but the street stay red (Heeey!)

But this girl gave me head for free

Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003 (2003!)

That Nigga D took it there

He thought it was a joke

He went through like 20 G's and thought that

I was broke, stupid

That's what you get for thinkin and eventually

Found that's what you get for stinkin

Blowin up the spot when you rot

Plus if it gets hot they know you dipped

For four squared blocks

Hit em with the ox to the grill

Eh, ah, kill nigga kill

Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who

That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem

Deeper & Deeper lyrics - DMX

Niggas is scared to fuck with the Dog cause I'm shady

You remember that kid from runnin up and down from Buildin 80? (UHH!)

Highs are extreme lows are suicidal

Got me reachin for the Bible cause I, think I'm genocidal (aah!)

Fakers think I'm bluffin but I'm not

Say that I be buggin cause I be makin it hot

Knowin all I got is my, nuts and my word (uh!)

Though I'm never seen, the Dark is always heard

I speak for those who speak with glocks (UHH) from frequent blocks (UHH)

Where the objective is to put in twelve, stay alive and leave in knots

From little rocks bein sold

Then motherfucker, if you LIVE to see 40 then you old

And me bein the way I am, if the Devil close to me

And that's the reason why I'm never I'm supposed to be

I chose to be, on some Dark shit (uhh)

Rip apart shit and start shit until whenever I depart bitch (aah!)

The hard shit, will leave yo' ass stretched (uh!) laid the fuck out

I'm on the edge, WHAT! Life is played out

I made out, kinda good with the last couple of runs

Up the, coast with it; couple of keys, couple of guns

The funds wasn't the issue, it was OTHER shit (uhh)

That had me flippin on my brother's shit, stealin from my mother's shit (UHH)

Cry by myself, I couldn't hide form myself

And if I push my wig back, then I die by myself

Deeper and deeper

With every move I make I'm fallin

Deeper and deeper

These souls from underground keep callin

Deeper and deeper

With every move I make I'm fallin

Deeper and deeper

These souls from underground keep callin

Why is it that I do what I do?

Why is it that, only to these streets can I be true?

I ain't never been shit, my peoples been told me so

Hold me yo; niggas don't, know me yo!

Cause they ain't out that mob that's out to get niggas

Rip niggas, split niggas when you hit niggas

Long as there's bodies to be caught, there's shotties to be bought (YEAH)

Hired that transport, fake Gotti's to extort

I cry for help but niggas don't, hear me (AHHHH!)

Niggas don't understand me! That's why niggas fear me

Hit the old neighborhood cause I'm bout to end it

Stressin shit that I went through and what I BEEN did

Niggas I offended, will have to take it as a loss

Cause in a minute, what I'm THINKIN is about to look like sauce (BOOM!)

Gots to pay the cost and this time it's gon' cost you my life

My love to my children and my, wife (peace)

Step to the last – would I, could I, should I?

Really understand with, seein with my good eye

The hood I, came up in showed no mercy

Unforgiven of the many plagues that cursed me (uh!)

The worst we went through would make a, grown man fumble

Learnin to walk, and it HURTS when you stumble

Figure out the jumble and you live, if not you DIE

On my knees, hands up to the sky, WHY?

Deeper and deeper

With every move I make I'm fallin

Deeper and deeper

These souls from underground keep callin

It gets dark baby!

What must I go through to show you shit is real

And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel

I rob then I steal, not cause I want to cause I have to

And don't make me show you with the Magnum

Don't know by now then you slippin

I'm on some bullshit that's got me jacking, niggas flippin

I got my man and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty

Crimey it's all for the money is you wit me

Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime

And when it's on we transform like Optimus Prime

I'll form the head, roll out let's make it happen

If we ain't gonna get it wit them we'll take the cap down (what?)

Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggas

Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's rob this nigga

A novice nigga never made a sound

Breath too fucking hard like you gettin bust down

Cause it gets

Deeper and deeper

With every move I make I'm fallin

Deeper and deeper

These souls from underground keep callin

Any MC lyrics - DMX

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo!

There's wild MCs that day, you knowmsayin

I give props to, niggas is nice, you knowmsayin?

But on the real, y'all niggas know!

That them niggas is not fuckin with me

You knowmsayin?

Any MC that disagree with me

Wave your motherfuckin arm

Cuz it can happen!

It ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure

It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher

With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste

'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time

So I gave it to him in his chest

In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, yes

Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast

They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass

Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet

But ain't a fuckin thing going down 'til I eat

So kill that beef? You betta while you still got teeth

'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out

On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out

Popped out, through a you know what

Cuz you know why, and you know my

Motherfuckin name up in this game

And bitch, you know I

Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms

New York niggas do, fuck the perms

They talk about the hawk is out because it's stiffy

They know the flow is riffy, crush more nuts than Skippy

It's the dog with the bark of a Devil's arm

Don't even play yourself, cause you ain't on my level, hog

Niggas get ate up, straight up, so bring another plate up

When I bitch slap a rapper if he can't hold his weight up

Last nigga was lucky, he only got mushed

I have the niggas falling off like they got pushed

And I get flows, straight from the get-go

Hit a nigga wit' fo rounds, that's split yo stomach

Coming through niggas like an obstacle course

A lot to in source, give props to the boss

Unstoppable force, take it as a loss

That's what you get for getting fly with niggas

Roll with niggas niggas cause you cool with niggas

And you'll die with niggas, ?? this nigga

Cause I'm possessed bust a hole through his vest

Into his chest, grab your boots cause I'm stressed

Edge Of Da Night lyrics - DMX

The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger

When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from going under

And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile

Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child

Meanwhile, something I gotta show you an I hope you can take it

Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it

Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you

When you stand up an see that I'm just showin' love to you

Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends

Cats I fuck with are real, but hey

Those are your friends

Its just what you got coming sometimes you don't know

What you asking for, did you ask for more?

Shut the casket door, this one here is done

An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run

Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster

It is comin' in the air? Yeah its getting' closer

I see life through many shades of grays and blacks

I could take that an hit 'em with the blazin' tracks

When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams

Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams

The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go

I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow

Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion

Some of us may do the winnin'

But we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin'

Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'?

Jus that you were fuckin' ground

Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it

An I know that deep down you really don't want it

I woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father

Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when its harder

My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife

That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night

Come on!

There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands

Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans

An a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog

Families by the truckload, fleein' them to the morgue

Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', grrrrrrr

An growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin'

Don't know love, can't show love

That means you gonna need more love

Than on old thug, but hold up, roll up

Talkin' out the side of your mouth is

What's gonna let niggas know

Why you got in your house, an they lie up to your spouse

Told her it was suicide, but you an I

Both knew the truth, for we'd never die

Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob

Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log

I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there

This is hell an we both here

Can you feel it? Tell me yeah

Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) lyrics - DMX

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse

I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse

I'm a nasty nigga when u pass me nigga look me in my eyes

And tell me to my fuckin face that u ready to die

U be a dead mutha fucka red mutha fucka

Don't be stupid you heard what I said mutha fucka

Who shot u ohhh nigga like u don't know

Stickin you for your doe while I'm fuckin your broke ho

Yo don't u get the picture niggas can't touch me

Cuz I don't give a fuck G I'll get u touched B

I got choice ripple my slug'll take apart a door

And enuf crazy niggas behind me to start a war

So what u want nigga help me is about your best

When I'm finished Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess

And a vest will do nothin but make u look a little thicker

Cuz in the dark u ain't nothin but a lil nigga

But if you've been thinkin about that shit u did

You wouldn't have brought the joint wit u kid

Now I might have to get u kid and split your wig wit a machedi

I bring beef to niggas and string them out like spaghetti

U ain't ready lord can u stand how I'm bringin it

I'm givin it is how I'm livin it so I'm swingin it

Red dot on your head cuz you's in mid range

Red dot on your chest opens up your rib cage

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' up raw-dog in dirty bitches

And if I get burnt, I'm givin 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, I 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!!! Uhhh!

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, but still I do it strong

Niggas is making movies so I gots to stop production

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

These blocks are 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!?!

Fuck Dat (I Ain't Goin' Back) lyrics - DMX

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

A nigga like me ain't never going back

Before I go I make sure I know it's set

I know what I'mma do, I know what I'mma get

I've been planning this shit my whole bid now

They say "Damn he back in jail? What the fuck he done did now?"

Nothing, but that's all right because I'll be home soon

Matter fact, I should reach the port authority by noon

Tomorrow, and you said they'd never let me go

I told you that I'm coming so act like you know

Mom dukes told me, and I knew it was true

"They got places for little bad motherfuckers like you"

In a way I'm reminded of the very first day

Since the fucked up system, made me pay

For something they didn't catch me doing and I remember then

I swore I'd never go back to jail again

Brothers tell me I'll be back but I know there's no doubt

Because this time (what you doing?), I'm going all out

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

A nigga like me ain't never going back

Back on the block, it's the same as when I left

I wonder if my mother still lives in 9F

Banging on the door "Ma, I'm home from prison"

Somebody from inside said "We ain't got no more "lism

Comeback a little later, right now it's too hot"

Damn my mother's crib, done turned into a spot

Only one place left for me to go

I went to see my man Joe with the 5.0

Now Joe is kinda cool and sometimes he does favors

For those that he knows and Joe was a savior

He hit me off with something to eat and a Mac-10

A place to sleep, I said "Yo, I'll be back when

I catch up with the kid that snitched on me"

(Yo D what he did?), go out like a motherfuckin' bitch on me

I want revenge and Joe got the picture

He picked up the 9 and said "Uh, I'm coming witcha"

Came off to his place, knocked, he opened the door

I let off in his face, he fell to the floor

Hit him again, cause I wanted to see more blood

Betcha won't tell nothing else to the judge

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

A nigga like me ain't never going back

Ain't hard to tell know what I'm sayin?

I'm doing what I gots to do (word up)

To get out the penile, whatever happens just gots to happen

Represent for them niggas

Hit the front of the building

Cops, damn somebody got the call

Must've been the man from down the hall

Huh, let's take a hostage, they can come and get us

If we gotta go, a few cops is going with us

Back upstairs down the hall (What you did?)

Kicked opened the door of the man that called (Then what?)

Grabbed his wife, bitch wouldn't stop crying

I told her that she'd be all right (but what), but I was lying

The boys in blue rolled through in a crew

So I started firing, Joe was busting off too

Next thing I remember is the cops still gunning him

The man and his wife too, I had to flat run in them

And even though I ended up cold dead

My word was bond and I was true to what I said

I always knew that I was going to hell

I just refused to go back to a jail cell

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

Fuck that, I ain't going back

A nigga like me ain't never going back

Against The Grain lyrics - DMX

Yo, remix joint

(I gots to make a move and make it soon

I gots to take a block and make it boom

I gots to take a block and make it boom)

Goin Against the grain... Know what I'm sayin? Ye-yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, shit's about to jump off and

Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north

Been like three years since when got knocked

Since he got caught

Punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it

Kept a nigga straight with money in the books

And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks

Took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight

Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate

Our estate was the next move for me

Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months

Cause when it's on, it's on (thats my plate!)

He didn't care

It's like slow down baby

The money ain't going nowhere (what?)

Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it

The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it

Watch a nigga just coming home in a game

Cause on the low we may just be trying to go (go down) against the grain

I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)

I gots to take a block and make it boom (come on!)

I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)

I gots to take a block and make it boom (come on!)

I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled

What is strange is the change that niggas go through

When they're locked down and really can't hack it

A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket

Strap it on my back, niggas ain't built like me

And by the end, niggas was like "Yo, why you killed Mike, D?

Wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to him

Used to be my man, so I let my cousin do him (we open up shop! It's four in the mornin!)

Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in VA

Cause the money comes quick

Half of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him

But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him

Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further

Ain't heard from him in two months, murder, murder (aahhh!)

And from the next flight thinking I might have to steal something

This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (fo-fo!)

I gots to make a move and make it soon (uh-huh!)

I gots to take a block and make it boom (come on!)

I gots to make a move and make it soon (what?)

I gots to take a block and make it boom (come on!)

Man, listen, money is missing and shit is hectic

Found the safe, checked it

Shit looks detected

Just what I expected when I got no word from him

Asked around but ain't nobody heard from him (cash long!)

But money talks and most niggas is snakes

So it wasn't long before his man was ready to take

Me to where he was at, checked my gat

Threw in a four clip, pumped myself up

Cause I can't go for that bullshit

Fuckin' with my last load of cash ain't the issue

It's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you

Takin' back for niggas in New York and how they told me so

Now I got to knock his boots, he owes me dough

Layin' up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob story

The famous "Oh you didn't know I got robbed!" story

Told it's to me he should be grateful to

Fuck that bitch! Look at what she made you do

Now there's love lost and a double cross

Pointed at that bitch, turned her braids into sauce

So you wanna be with him (uh) and talk to me like I'm silly

Five bottle of Mo on the floor, boxes of phillys

Ten g's in the shoebox under the bed

And for every g I put a fuckin' slug in his head

And from then, the moral of the story if you missed it

Is the grand is always gonna be there (why nigga?)

Just never go against it

Mary J. Blige lyrics - DMX

Oooh you remind me, yeah

You remind me of such sweet memories

You know what this is

You know what I'm sayin?

Check it out

Uh

Mary J – what's on your brain

Don't you know you can't diss where you came – from

The motherfucking slum

You remind me of when you was a bum

Crazy dumb – getting hit in the hallway

Building 5 – I heard you take it all ways

In the ass and especially the mouth

You get on the radio and now you're from down south, the Bronx, or Brooklyn

Anywhere but from [?]

Sure you know the place that you left your mom

I'm from the motherfucking Y-O

Where the niggas is real and the bitches act like they know

You fuckin ho, you know I know

Cause my mutherfucking man Nas told me so

So did Little Jo, Big Coup and Derrick

Wash from School Street and can't forget Eric

Ain't you tired of getting hit with dicks

You even fucked my man Charles Oakley from the Knicks

You shouldn't use sex to get away from [?]

You got niggas trooping to Fordham Road

Just to drop a load

Bitch you shouldn't have hoe'd

Everybody got your code

The pussy is sold – and your ass and face

But I asked my man and he said it wasn't all that

Right about the time you were shopping the demo

He tore your ass up in the back of a limo

And you didn't even care

You left your mom in [?] – on what WELFARE

Bitch you know you ain't right

Matter fact what are you doing at about 8 o'clock tonight

You got the boots and I'm coming to get 'em

Is it true that after you fuck 'em, you'll make a record with him

If so then I'll be there and it won't be hard to find me

Cause like I said before Mary J – You Remind Me!

Yeah

Spellbound (The Original) lyrics - DMX

Solo don't spell like this one, Know what I'm sayin'?

Need to get at me with dat dumb shit

Hit me dawg. Hey Wood, what's up dawg

Ohh, Uhh. Check it out yall. Big vees on the muthfucking tables

This how it's goin dizzee

Spell Bound

It ain't hard to tell

You go crazy, when the S-P-E-L-L

You won't catch it or match it

But ounce you how much it

Heats up the crowd

Yo beats but won't touch it

As long as I'm the D-M-X

The rhymes are D-O-B-E cold

D-A-M-E-G-E-N- E-M-C-E-E

I K-I-L-L the K-I-L-L to W-O-R-K U-N-T-I-L

I hit the fest and up the best of them all

S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G until they fall

Dropping like an F-L-Y the T-R-Y to get built

The D-M-X will always die

Another body in the M-O-R-G-U-E

You will be trying to battle and can't emcee

S-P-E-L-L-B-O-U-N-D this the S-T-Y-L-E I like the to U-S-E

When I am rhyming I R-I-P-P-I-N-G

Get picked on timing I'm in my P-R-I-M-E

The D-M-X E-L-I-M-I-N-A-T-S C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N and the rest

My hoe in K-R-E-S the dub B-R-O-N-X

Mahnhattan, Brooklyn or G-U-E-E-N-S

S ment I ment for O-M

And I'm gone have to show them

But if they R-P-I-T-E or S I do not they them

How can I S-P-E-L-L

W-E-L-L

Raising some H-E-L-L

Weighting to be L-L

Staying after T-O-P

I'm R-U-G-G-E-D

And if you went to Do B-E-T-T-L-E then see me

But you will L-O-S-E-H-E-I-N-S-T

Me the D-M-X cause I'm the D-O-P-E-S-T

I'll always be a A-T- and A E-M-C-E-E

There hasn't been a part to S-T-E-P -T-O- M-E

S-T-Y-L-E that is W-I-L-D

It's Spellbound

Thats a N-A-M-E

Pumpin' lyrics that are based on my ability to spell

That I just fuck it up it ain't hard to tell

Yeah. Keep that goin' babe. Cause I'm 'gon show 'em somthin' real on the spellbound tip

Imma show 'em somthin', You know what I'm sayin'? Imma show 'em some real shit, right here

Uh, check it out yall, check it, check it, check it out yall

Now tell me if you catch what I'm sayin, baby. I'm on some shit like, umm

I am T-H-E- O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L- A-U-T-H-O-R- O-F- S-P-E-L-L-P-O-U-N-D cause X

M-A-R-X- T-H-E- S-P-O-T

Now

D-I-D-N-Apostrophe-T- U- T-R-Y T-O- B-I-T-E And R-H-Y-M-E U-S-I-N-G an S-T-Y-L-E that was made by me?

O-F- CO-U-R-S-E Y-O-U- D-I-D so D-O-N-T L-I-E

B-E-C-A-U-S-E Y-O-U-R-E C-A-U-G-H-T

All you T-T-H-E-R-E hatin' D S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T U-P

B-U-S-T-E-D- C-H-U-M-P- N-O-W- W-H-A-T

Now what the fuck I spelled was

"Didn't you try to bite the rhyme, using the style that was made by me?

Of course you did, So don't lie, because you could out there and straight bust it chump

Now what?"

You know what I'm sayin. Now thats what mutherfuckers that have to rewind on they tapedeck

Yah mean. Catch it if you can baby. Spellbound

Up To No Good lyrics - DMX

It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water

And Everyday I show another how I love the slaughter

Ill Plug your daughter, full of more holes than sponges

Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches

Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort

Enough kis from the Cubans, to build a fuckin fort

I'm caught up in somethin that I can't control

Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, that's swole

Catching bodies like a cold, and I stay sick, so face it

You make me chase it, I take your life and erase it

Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit

The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick

I love money, but the scramblings hot

So I snatch up my man and hit gambling spot

Twenty grand is got, one nigga shot, that's one nigga less

What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest

I holla at my peeps as I creeps through the hood

Aiyyyo, niggas is up to no good!

I holla at my peeps as I creeps through the hood

Aiyyyo, niggas is up to no good!

I'm fed up with the bullshit, so now I'm giving

Slugs to other thugs who don't know how the fuck I'm livin'

I'm wondering, what the fuck you eye-in me for

When you know that D for, blowing shit up like C4

We walk to New York, I stalk with assailanst

Under stress cause ATF keeps me under surveillance

I got a lot of hatred up in me and now they wanna send me

To the penitentiary, to knock out a 10 to 20

For the many lives that I've destroyed and such

Ways that'll make the days of Freddy seem like a touch

Is it much asking to be left alone not to be bothered

Got bitches on my dick like I'm their baby's father

Bring it back like Pearl Harbor, blowing up shit

A big fat shoutout to all the bitches that suck dick

I must get, my dirt done, before the daylight

Make sure my flow stay tight, your fucking A-right

I holla at my peeps as I creeps through the hood

Aiyyyo, niggas is up to no good!

I holla at my peeps as I creeps through the hood

Aiyyyo, niggas is up to no good!

Niggas be like "Ill" when I wreck, cause I don't go fair

Bitches be like "Man he ain't even have to go there"

Whether I get your ass with the body blows

Or hit you with the shotty holes

Your fuckin' crew is running like a snotty nose

I ain't a killer but I'll kill something

And if a nigga holding something, I'm a steal something

I'll peel something back like a nigga's cap, leave him stinking

Put a hole in his head, and find out what he was thinking

Those that don't know the half

I show the wrath of a savage and do bodily damage

To a motherfucker's cabbage

Money had a lot of mouth but as soon as he seen me

His bitchass copped out to a mister-I-didn't-mean-it

Niggas fiend it cause they want it, but don't get it

Cause they sweat it, to fucking hard and let it

Take over shit, dead it now set it

Full breaded like a pit that scratches first, hittin fast

How many motherfucking times must I put foot up in your ass

I holla at my peeps as I creeps through the hood

Aiyyyo, niggas is up to no good!

I holla at my peeps as I creeps through the hood

Aiyyyo, niggas is up to no good!

Hardcore Outro lyrics - DMX

Ooo, oh my God

This that motherfuckin', that real

[KRS-One sample]

Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop

Goin' out to the hardcore hip hop

Of course we don't flip flop

This goin' out to the hardcore hiphop

Like my man said, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'll let you know who I fuck wit'

Who I roll wit'

Niggas I fuck wit' is the illest, baby gorillas

And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us

Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head with shots

Fucking lead gets hot, and leave them dead to rot

Top Dawg cuttin' shit up, like raw keys

Like I'm from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies

Could have a niggas door keys and still gun it down

Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground

Run it clown, you know better, than to breathe too hard

Word to my kids I'll leave you God

And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground

Slugs make way by the ounce, so I must've put in a pound

At least! Gave it to another nigga for lookin

Money was dead before the slugs stopped cookin

Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you

And we'll just get it on in the cemetery

Haha, word up

DMX other songs:

 

(Ain't) No Sunshine lyrics - DMX

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

Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone

Every time cuz we don't play

"Who turned out the lights?"

Is what niggaz be sayin'

Now you don't wanna fight

But ya niggaz be playin'

Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road

And you gonna know the night

When you layin in that cold

Dirt gettin' tossed in your 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 your ass back

Plus in hell, you gon fry

Why? But now the only 2 releative questions

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

Either way, you up out of here for good

Now when niggaz mention you name

They knockin' on wood

Did I, get my, point across?

Another body on the shotte

Another joint I toss

[Chorus]

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Only darkness every day

Ain't no sunshine when it's on

Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone

Every time cuz we don't play [Repeat 4x]

There 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 niggaz run in and run out

But I bust mine

Cuz I'd like to hear some shots

+Get At Me Dog+ niggaz 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 1, talkin' shit, strike 2

Won't be a strike 3, cuz I don't play fair

I'ma look you in your eye

While he hit you from the rear

Be like "Yeah, holdin' you up cuz you fallin'"

The Lord ain't comin' till niggaz stop callin'

You was ballin' a minute ago

In it for dough

Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know"

[Chorus]

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 (three) here I go

Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek

But this shit is thick and when 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, come up from behind

Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin' around

Hit you with somethin' that i'll have you burin' the ground

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

Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts

Cuz you know ain't got much longer to go

The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow

When niggaz know I don't give a FUCK, right or wrong

There ain't no sunshine when it's on

[Chorus]

24 Hours To Live lyrics - DMX

[Puff Daddy]

I want you to ask yourself one question

If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?

That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure

How would you handle it?

Mase, what would you do?

[Mase]

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual

Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal

I'd even look for my dad that I never knew

And show him how I look in my Beretta, too

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto

Show them what they could have if they never settle

Take every white kid from high class level

Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest

Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress

Give every bum on the street cash to invest

And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

[Jadakiss]

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it

I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket

Then go get a jar from Branson

And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer

And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour

Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls

Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time

Spread it out on different floors

And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?

Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

[Black Rob]

You know when I was close to the ledge

I'd probably be in the wedge

With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs

Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads

And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close

I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat

Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four

Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor

Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git

Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six

Went home took a shower in nice cold water

And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter

[1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think

Where would you go?

What would you do?

Who would you screw?

And who would you wanna notify?

Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had twenty four hours to live just think

Where would you go?

What would you do?

Who would you screw?

And who would you wanna notify?

Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

[Sheek]

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw

Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door

For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve

The other eight had to be baking soda by itself

So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank

With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed

Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face

Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad

For my son to have the same shit his pops just had

And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT

Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

[Styles]

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth

Run in the station squeezin the inf'

I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan

Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant

Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct

Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'

I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don

Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm

He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms

When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb

So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds

[DMX]

Twenty four left until my death

So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath

I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first

And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse

I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end

But before I go, say hello to my little friend

But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother

Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog

Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog

Out with a bang, you will remember my name

I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame

[Repeat 1 until fade]

4321 lyrics - DMX

4, 3, 2, 1

[Redman] Hahh [Method] hah

[Method] Yeah [Redman] yeahhh

[LL Cool J] Make it butter

[Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!

[LL Cool J] No doubt

[Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth!

[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven

Blaze the hot

[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven

Seven six five four three two one

My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

[Method Man]

Playin my position, hot Nixon

This one, for all the sick ones, confliction

Posionous darts sickening, best believe

finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin

on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets

start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways

Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me

Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw

from my punch, watch your son and you

Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?

Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through

A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

[Redman]

Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga

Turnin Christian to a certified sinner

The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)

While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe

Shit I kept low, petro' your metro

Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin

Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen

Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee

Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty

Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see

When I approach rappers be takin notes

I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat

Absolut, I love to burn to the roots

I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots

Vigilante hardcore to the penis

Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[Canibus]

I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it

I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it

Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics

Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life

When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts

if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff

like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on

for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot

And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya

Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number

Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and

get shot down with a surface-to-air missile

I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on

anybody who ain't close enough to shit on

Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred

when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

[DMX]

Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down

Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down

When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that

See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that

Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?

Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson

I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live

Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give

than receive, believe what I say when I tell you

Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you

And when the lights is out, they don't come back on

This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong

You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby

You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby

so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?

Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

[Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four

[Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven

Blaze the hot trizack

[Method] Shine like heaven

Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four

[Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one

[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!

[LL Cool J]

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows

tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)

The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers

You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur

How dare you step up in my dimension

Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention

Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue

I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun

Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces

with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")

Every little boy wanna pick up the mic

and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype

But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike

Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight

Snappin, you ameteur MC's

Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas

For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease

Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)

In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence

Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)

Now let's get back to this mic on my arm

If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb

You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize

And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize

And I'm daring every MC in the game

to play yourself out position, and mention my name

I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name

Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train

Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line

LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

Bain Iz Back lyrics - DMX (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[DMX:]

Grit your teeth

DMX

Ruff Ryders

[Swizz Beatz:]

La familia

If it ain't about the dog, we ain't feelin' ya

A lot of rappers been soft for a long time

'Bout to put the hoodie on dog all times

They said pain is back

I said, naw, Bain is back

The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on

Listen, I'll come through your block

Make all your niggas really missing

(Where they at?)

Where they at now?

You want that real shit, don't 'cha?

You want that street shit, don't 'cha?

[DMX:]

Man, cats nowadays be spittin' that fuck shit

Bird ass niggas spittin' that duck shit

I'm from the old school and that there we don't fuck with

Been locked down on lockdown so you suck a dick

Four ways to get in when you fit in: floor, chair

Before you climb the ladder try to find the stairs

Just the go-getters, flow spitters

That roll with us are gorillas

Cold killers that blow triggers

You got niggas, but my niggas know your niggas

And what my niggas know 'bout your niggas, they ho niggas

Oh no, and I call 'em "oh no niggas" 'cause the last thing them bitches said was, "oh no" nigga

You're about to go, nigga

And the last thing your people heard was

"Amen from the past and release the birds"

We gonna' end it with the word, may God rest his soul

And though it looks like he's sleeping, to the touch he's cold

[Swizz Beatz:]

La familia

If it ain't about the dog, we ain't feelin' ya'

A lot of rappers been soft for a long time

Bout to put the hoodie dog all times

They said pain is back

I said, naw, Bain is back

The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on

Listen, I'll come through your block

Make all your niggas really missing

Where they at now?

You want that real shit, don't 'cha?

You want that street shit, don't 'cha?

[DMX:]

Gimme the second chance, so respect the stance

You plan to go reckless and you make reckless plans

So, respect that we can dance

Bitch ass nigga

Motherfuck you and your man, we can do it with the hands

Fuck I need a gun for?

I done fucked a lot of bitches already

So when it come to pussy you just one more

Hit 'em with the 'what for'

That's when you know a nigga's a bitch and he's still gonna' get the hand, but you like, "What for?"

Really? You want more?

I come through with the click, click boom - click, click, boom

Put it through your front door

Brains on the wall like paint

'Cause I don't need to know what it is as long as I know what it ain't

Ain't a fuckin' thing fake about me

The devil spent so much time ruining my life

What would the snake do without me?

Keep running your fucking mouth and see what happens to niggas that keep running they fucking mouth

They get knocked the fuck out, nigga

[Swizz Beatz:]

La familia

If it ain't about the dog, we ain't feelin' ya'

A lot of rappers been soft for a long time

Bout to put the hoodie dog all times

They said pain is back

I said, naw, Bain is back

The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on

Listen, I'll come through your block

Make all your niggas really missing

Where they at now?

You want that real shit, don't cha'?

You want that street shit, don't cha'?

[DMX:]

Real niggas recognize real niggas man

A real nigga ain't gonna go through the trouble of trying a real nigga

Cause he know a real nigga will get down just like he get down

And he don't want that headache

He'd rather push up on a soft ass nigga

He spot a bitch nigga from a mile away

And carry 'em just like, know what I mean?

Been To War lyrics - Godfather Of Harlem Cast (performed by Swizz Beatz, DMX & French Montana)

(from "Godfather Of Harlem: Season 2" soundtrack)

[Swizz Beatz:]

Ha

Woo

I done been to Hell (You heard?)

I done been to Hell

I done been to Hell

You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell

I done been to jail

I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell

I done sold the drugs

I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs

We don't really care

You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow

[DMX:]

I'ma march to the beat, I'm my own drummer

Let's get it on baby, we can go to war all Summer

I done been to jail, I done did numbers (Yeah)

I done been to Hell, I done been under (What?)

Difference between a boss and a runner

Whatever you thinkin', no way, uh-huh, I'm doin' what you wanna

Playin' the game in the off-season, niggas need to stop it (Please)

You gon' fuck around and end up, rolled up in a carpet (Come on)

Every time your man pull up with a car, Teddy get in

Don't do it, you think you chasin' but I'm just leadin' you to a dead end

Luck stops here, you motherfucker tweakin' too, that's buckshot you hear, fuck outta here

[Swizz Beatz:]

I done been to Hell

You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell

I done been to jail

I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell

I done sold the drugs

I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs

We don't really care

You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow

[French Montana:]

Ayy, I been to Hell and back (Back)

Now crack the ceiling back (Back)

Even if he told on me, I ain't tellin' back (Back)

You shootin' or you smokin'? (Smoke)

I'm servin' in the open (Open)

Fire on close range, my [?] gon' scope him (Bah-bah, bah, bah-bah)

Catch me if you can (Can), plan B ain't a plan (Plan)

Shootin' like that old one Marcus with the cane (Bah)

Can't be, servin' dog food and the candy (Yeah)

Shorty jerk me off like The Weeknd at the GRAMMY's (Ha)

Feds tryna get me like Rondo

Had the block jumpin' like Vince when he played for Toronto (Woo)

ZZ Buckets, see me cuffin' (Cuffin')

Every piece of jewelry is 3D bussin' (Bling)

Yellow French, yeah, with The Godfather trilogy

Best gift from France is the Statue of Liberty (Montana)

[Swizz Beatz:]

Catch, catch, catch

Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca, catch me if you can, nigga

I done been to Hell

You motherfuckas tryna catch me, we just all gon' burn in Hell

I done been to jail

I don't give a fuck about doin' life or a jail cell

I done sold the drugs

I done came with the war, with the motherfuckin' dumb thugs

We don't really care

You tried to catch me motherfucker, I'ma burn this shit here, ah-ow

Catch, catch, catch

Catch me if you can

Catch, catch, catch

Ca-ca-ca-ca-ca, catch me if you can, nigga

I done been to Hell, woo, ooh

I done been to jail, ah

We gon' all burn

Blood Red lyrics - DMX

Man, this is it

This is what they've been waiting for baby

This is what they've been waiting for

They've been waiting for the dog to scratch

They've been waiting for the dog to scratch

Already got Grand Champ status

Tell me how they feel about this?

All I see red, blood red

Fuck that nigga said? One dead

Gun to the head, didn't run

But instead, wash my hands and face

His blood, it shed

Never had it all, I was born demented

Fuck apologizing, if I said it, I meant it

If I don't like you, fuck you

Never pretending

Crash blew up and burned... that's how it ended

Urban legend, I heard it mentioned

Dog is right at home in the dirt and trenches

My birth's intentions... was the first to sentence

What's life without parole for the worst offenses

Senseless slaughters, kicked open the door

Why everybody gotta die?

Why our sons and daughters?

With orders, we are clear from the start

First, turn off the lights

And then murder whatever moves in the dark, nigga

Blood red!

Blood red!

If they don't know by now, they about to find out

Blood red!

Blood red!

How the dog get down, and what the dog is about

[Verse 2:]

Even though I know it is the truth, you don't mean it

You haven't earned it, you haven't seen it

Nightmares, all you can do is dream it

You run from it, and I end up in between it

What was the first curse, turned into a blessing

With burners that shit was burned, turned into a weapon

Built for war, bitch ass nigga

That shit I'm gonna spit will get you killed through the door

Found em on the floor... the fetal position

There is no or, came here with leave em intentions

Thought shit was funny, like shit you was saying was I'll

Until you made that left turn, and shit got real

When it come to rap, you cats got it all wrong

Got bars for days, but can't make a song

If you did half of what you said when you was flapping your jaw

Push dem bricks, the fuck yous rapping for? nigga!

Blood red!

Blood red!

If they don't know by now, they about to find out

Blood red!

Blood red!

How the dog get down, and what the dog is about

Blood red!

Blood red!

If they don't know by now, they about to find out

Blood red!

Blood red!

How the dog get down, and what the dog is about

They wasn't, they not ready!

They not ready! [x10]

C'mon man

My plan

It is not a fucking game