You Could Be Blind lyrics - DMX

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

Now if you start with dirt, then you start with hurt

You start with "Oh, you ain't got?"

Well here, take my shirt

Start with work, blood and tears over the years

Goin' through whatever we go through, we stickin' it out here

Pups turn into dogs, tadpoles into frogs

I'm just eatin' what's in front of me, ain't thinking about yours

But I'ma keep my paws on what's mine

Beg 'til I find

Strapped 'til I'm blind

A nigga that whatever I do, still gon' be able to spit this

I'm wit' this, 'cause this is mine, you scared shitless

Rap niggas can't fuck with the dog

Never, could be twenty below outside

I'm built for the weather

It could be hotter than lava, I wouldn't bother to sweat

Some of you niggas, form a following, but you startin' to forget

I paid my dues, not only did you not wear

But you would really love it

If you could meet that cat that made my shoes

C'mon!

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

Now see, what I do is peep shit, keep shit low

Keep paying attention to what you trying to show me

Livin', but you never know, we livin'

Don't give me what you don't owe me

Don't tell me that you love me

Don't talk shit, don't kill me slowly

'Cause a dog like me, is an only

Meaning, hit another like you, truth hurts, but I can't be phony

You always looking for bad, look at you mad

But you won't be satisfied 'til it took what you had

(Aight) I'm a thoro nigga, I keep my word

And anybody that's ever met me, got love for me

So I keep a heard

And that shit y'all niggas told me got me fucked up in the head

Went from, "Yo, that's my dog"

To, "Yeah, that nigga dead"

What the fuck is all this?

News to me

Dog it's like shit ain't what it used to be

See some niggas choose to be on the other side of the fence

Keep riding with this, get fried in the mix

C'mon!

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

Now if it ain't that, then don't say that

'Cause I don't play that, y'all play that

But the poke ain't black, damn, why you say that?

I thought that...what?

Nevermind, I just thought it

We supposed to keep it real

I destroy what I was taught

Misery, love, company

Now you niggas talikin' 'bout jumpin' me, pumpin' me

Full of slugs, blood, stud with the love

Damn, I just gave, what a real, nigga does

Don't listen to the buzz, don't get caught up in the hype

You'll lose everything that you worked for

Trying to take a nigga's stripes

Live life through life, and so on and so on

That's when the grow on, man, get your flow on

You niggas gettin' too old for this kid shit

On the real, we all done did shit to get shit

Snake shit, right is right, wrong is wrong

Muh'fucker, listen to this song

You see what shit I'm on

C'mon!

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

You could be blind

But you gon' see it when you need to see it

You gon' be fine

'Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here

One of a kind

First free your mind, and then you'll free your spirit

Go where I go, dog in my life

The Prayer IV lyrics - DMX

Let us pray

Father God I am just learning how to pray... bear with me

First I thank you for the life of everyone that's here with me

Then I thank you for the love you give me, why?

I don't know; I don't deserve it, and it hurts inside

Many a nights I cried, and called your name out loud

But didn't call you when I was doin' good... too proud

And still you gave me love, I wasn't used to that

Most of the people that gave me love, they ended up takin' it back

That's somethin' new to me, so I'm askin' you for time to adjust

Let me make it there, I will be one you can trust

What I stand for, I put my life on, I do!

I guess what I'm askin' is: show me how to stand for you

And I will rap for you, sing for you, preach for you, teach for you, reach for you

I will love you like you love me: unconditionally

And I will always be prepared for whatever the mission'll be

Give the nutrition to me, and I'll properly digest it

And when I give it back, I'll show you word well invested

And whenever I go, before I go, let me give

Thanks to you Lord, for my birth, for every day that I've lived

You gave me a love most of my life I didn't know was there

In the name of Jesus! I give you my life, 'cause you cared

Amen

A Minute For Your Son lyrics - DMX

You got a minute for Yo' son, Father? I need to talk

I'm so tired of tryin' to run, Father, let's take a walk

I'm so sorry for what I done, Father, it ain't my fault

But the devil's been on my back lately, he's like a hawk

You never give us more than we can handle, but it's gettin' hard

And I'm a strong individual, but I need You, God

Lot of things that I used to, I don't wanna

Run the streets like I used to, I know I'm gonna

Speak the word for You one day

Up in there like, "Hallelujah!" on Sunday

I thank You Lord for the blessings that You gave me

And for my life, with the blessings You have saved me

And for my wife, You have carried me enough times – and that's the truth

Married me to rough times, throughout my Youth

And through it all I saw that You was still with me

I was that one lost sheep and You was comin' to get me

Lord You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord You got me like... Your love got me like

I look at life a little different now, since You hugged me

And I always loved my peoples, but now they love me

Thank You for the love, Lord, we praise Ya

Jacob's descendants, from Africa to Asia

Pleadin' the blood of Christ over our life

Wrong or right, just help us make it through the night

And we'll shout Yo' name in times of need

And times of joy, and, when we bleed

And, when we are overcome with greed

You ain't gon' have to tell me twice, I'mma take heed

And because of what You've given me, I know You'll deliver me

And I won't drown no matter how deep the river be

You are the strength I, never knew I had

Kept the heart good when they told me it was bad

All praises due to Ya

That's why I had to dedicate somethin' new to Ya, thank You Father

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Uhh... I never knew a love like, this before

Messin with the thug life I, missed it all

You opened the doors and, let me in

I'm down for the cause so, let's begin

Prayers that You give to me I give to them

Same way You live in me I live in them

Life is a blessing now

You got me smilin' from inside of my heart, when inside it was dark

And it doesn't rain anymore

Only sunshine, no pain anymore, I really love my

You washed away the tears with the fears

I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, the whole thirty years

You know that... one day I'll speak the word

You know that... when I do I will be heard

You know that... You gave me a permanent smile

And You know this, Father, because I'm Yo' child, what?

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Lord, You got me like... Your love got me like

Next Out The Kennel lyrics - DMX (feat. Bloodline, DJ Kay Slay)

[DJ Kay Slay:]

Aiyyo, this is DJ Kay Slay from around the way

And my dog DMX is puttin it down with the Bloodline family

And the Bloodline kennels

THE GREAT DEPRESSION! FOURTH TIME!

X keeps it gutta and his dogs are no different

You gotta respect the line

First out the kennel, Jynx reppin straight from Y.O. kennel

Holdin it down

[Jynx:]

Let it be known, bring it to me

Break the fingers that you write with

Mouth that you recite with, real life shit

Niggas call me God on beats, cuz I light shit

Quicker than those, shootin big holes, rippin your clothes

Play games and have a thug nigga sittin at your home

See you walkin with that bitch when he spit at yo dome

Damn, ya brains all over the place!

Bitch cryin and screamin, cuz ya brain's all over her face!

I got love for street thugs and killers, with deep mugs

Who bust they guns first then they start to cuss

Shook niggas hold they guns till they start to rust

Bitch niggas don't want no parts of us, we dangerous

Tripped a few times off of angel dust

One shot turn yo brains to slush

Yeah, niggas don't learn shit till the lights is off

It's too late! Now your life is lost, motherfucker!

["Bring Ya Whole Crew"]

[DJ Kay Slay:]

DAMN! See what I'm sayin, this shit is real

Next out the kennel, barkin from Dirty Jerz is that nigga Loose

[Loose:]

Let me Loose, nigga! Get the fuck off me!

I can't believe my ears! Huh? These niggas is barely on!

In fact they wack, they just got a hot song!

Fuckin up the game is catz like you

That make wack niggas think they can rap too!

But Loose at the door now, so come with me

I'mma make sure no more rappers like you get in!

You want it? We can go hard with the beats

Or hard to the body or hard to the teeth

Yeah, I was on Universal, they couldn't have me

They kept me on the hush, like Whitney drug habit!

Got drafted, then made it to the front line

A year later, got traded to Bloodline

Now it's hard for catz to keep they spot

He rock too much ice, he can't keep it hot

And when all the ice melt, they all watered down

Loose, fuck that, the streets is mines now!

["D-X-L Hard White"]

[DJ Kay Slay:]

FIRE! Only stray kills, yaknowhatimsayin?

Next out the kennel, my nigga Big Stan from Harlem

Get at em dog

[Big Stan:]

Uh-oh, who's next? That would be me, BS, ya know?

Uh, y'all niggas ain't ready, uh

I'm like a thieve in the night, I creep in your life

One day when you nice, high off the henny

Catch you while you partyin right

With the semi, put your body on ice, for a price

Make a bastard of your son as well as widow your wife

My struggle was tight, love inside my heart has limits

Like anything outside of Bloodline, bound to get it

We bound to win it, niggas want, we bound to give it

And anything you catz start, you know we bound to finish

Can you see the cage is open? Muzzle is off

The nine is sick, the silencer will muffle the cough

The Line is thick, Stan stay solo on cost

My shoulder will frost on any nigga other than dog

I'm the one ya moms would hate you to cross

Of course, if you the only child, who'll be replacing the lost?

Please think before you go against the B.S

And no it's not a game, I'm one of Bloodline's best, nigga!

["Make a Move"]

[DJ Kay Slay:]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, they just keep bitin

The last to bite, that bitch, the bitch of the litter

Crazy Kash, Kashmir, get at em girl

[Kashmir:]

What the fuck ya niggas know about grease?

I got enough to put in ya piece, plus bust ten in ya fleece

Make ya back bend in a crease, that's what you get offend a beast

You hatin me like I was a friend of Kelis

Load, cock back and release

Bad bitch crackin ya piece, bullet holes in the back of your peeps

Always catch niggas comin from the back with the heat

Love to watch they knees buckle when they smack the concrete

You ain't gotta love me, just respect the bitch!

Scared to fight me, get your girls, so I can wet the bitch!

Who gives a FUCK who ya old lady be?

I put holes in ya old lady tee if she fuckin with me!

You know my niggas Stan, Jynx, Loose, Berg and X

Ya niggas switchin occupations, cuz they heard we next

No niggas above mine, cuz no niggas above mine

And that shit's in my heart, cuz it's in my fuckin Bloodline

Problem Child lyrics - DMX (feat. Mysonne & Drag-On)

Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders

Wanna flow wanna problem

Problem Children, y'all niggas got problems

Wanna flow wanna problem

But they don't want no problems (Nah baby)

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(No problems I'm telling you baby)

Yo, yo I told niggas to pack they bags or grab they guns before I come

It's too late, y'all had your fun!

It's all over now! I don't wanna talk to niggas!

Popping shots like corks in niggas!

Sticking forks in niggas' cause they done!

Only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run!

When we bust shots, my nigga clutch Glocks

Broad daylight in front of precincts; fuck cops!

Niggas want pops? Then they die for them!

Kiss the barrel, cry for them!

Spirit leave your body, touch the sky for them

Fuck Voltron! See what me and mines form

In the .9 storm; death: time's gone!

I'm that cat that y'all niggas got your eyes on

Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on

The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom

Niggas wanna talk, but they don't want no problems!

But they don't want no problems (Nah baby)

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(No problems I'm telling you baby)

All y'all niggas want is your heart back; dog, you pussy

Acting like you really wanna bark back; don't push me

Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down

You cowards know it now (What!?) I'ma hold it down

When I'm done close it down; it's my shit here!

The fuck that nigga just say? Try shit here!

Come on, cupcake, y'all cats ain't even built like that

I done seen through the bullshit; I'm real like that

I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat

I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back

I know how to flip on a nigga, split him with the bat

I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch

You motherfuckers don't want no problems, 'cause my revolver is solving them

One by one until it's all of them

Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit:

Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga!

But they don't want no problems (Nah baby)

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(No problems I'm telling you baby)

Well it's the kid that'll crush your head into a cake batter

Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit

Guns I should've been arrested for

Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesbi jaw

Don't you test me, boy!

Don't fuck with X or Drag-to-the-Dash, 'cause once you dump in these bags

You drag to the trash dumpster, amongst the rest of them fags!

My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures

Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise

My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys

If you hot, I'll Super Soak you, and you won't be able to dry it off

Just relax, take your last breath, and die it off!

Nothing but love I spread

But if you take advantage, the weight that's lead will rush your head

You sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve!

And no, I'm not a faggot, but I make niggas striptease in front of me

It's fun to me, bitches!

But they don't want no problems (Nah baby)

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems

But they don't want no problems (Wanna flow wanna problem)

But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems

(No problems I'm telling you baby)

Usual Suspects 2 lyrics - DMX (feat. Mic Geronimo & Big Stan)

[Mic Geronimo:]

YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G

Know the G, hah hah, know the face

Hah hah, know the name nigga, hah

C'mon, yeah, yeah

Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all niggas ain't about this life

Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights

My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights

White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice

White wraps for these niggas who scrap and gun clap

Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back

Once you bitch-made niggas started doin the rap

Seven figure shit really started ruinin rap

Take it back to hood shit bulletproof and biscuits

Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks

And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight

'til we screamin all of us hate

You see shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel and shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel, yeah

[Big Stan:]

Y'all niggas better get the guns

Fuck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it

When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it

That's the fake shit, argue and just make shit hot

And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make shit pop

Nigga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves

I'm ambidextrous, sold with the Glock and the snub

But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot

Then one big shot, and one kid drops

Head shot, closed lid over one big box

And a preacher left prayin over one big plot

Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world

And I'mma do it, wanna know how? Fuckin with Earl

He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup

With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt

Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck

B.S., Bloodline, what the fuck you expect nigga?

[Mic Geronimo:]

You see shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel and shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel, yeah

[DMX:]

It's time to take out the garbage, y'all niggas want the hard shit

I got shit that'll start shit, rip apart shit and disregard shit

Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal

What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more?

"Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins

The bullshit we both went through form trusted friends

Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel)

Fuck what you heard baby! Shit's still real

Y'all niggas think your shit don't stink, cause it don't think

Hit a motherfuckin iceberg your ship won't sink

Bitch don't blink, cause I'mma hit you with somethin

I'mma hit you for frontin, I'mma hit you for nuttin? You buggin

I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through

It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you

Fuck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog

If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to

[Mic Geronimo:]

You see shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel and shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel, yeah

You see shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel and shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggas try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel, yeah

The 24th Letter (2001)

• Ruffest Ryders
• Pull It
• Nothin' Move But The Money
• What You Want
• No Love For Me (Changes Remix)
• Gotti Style
• Born Loser
• We Be Clubbin'
• Freestyle
• Pure Uncut Remix
• Deeper & Deeper 

Ruffest Ryders lyrics - DMX (feat. The LOX, Drag-On & Eve)

[Sheek Louch:]

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!

[Sheek Louch:]

Ayo if gon' sleep on something, might as well be a bed

And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head

Cause if you targeting the L.O.X., you might as as well target a box

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks

Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got

Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha

From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule

And I could drop my chain in coffee and keep shit cool

That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest

And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest

My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a trunk

But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag

So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag

Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged

And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em back

[Jadakiss:]

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse

Cause I be makin love in her in the mouth

Type of cat buck at your house

Too slick, means she be suckin my dick

And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks

Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later

I been nice since people was watchin movies on Beta

Ready to clap, everybody givin me that

Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps

You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our hits

Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but gossip

That's the reason now y'all players ain't got chips

Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick

Niggas thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel

Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel

[All (DMX):]

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

[Styles P:]

Catch you and your son, ya know when its done

Show me the money, I show you a gun, cocksucker

SP'll spin corner while you party with dun

I clap you I clap him, and thats rule number one

Suckin' my clip! And I don't give a hell what you spit

Who you are, where you from, and who the hell you can get

Cuz I sell records, plus I got a jail record

Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons

Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a Henney

Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a penny

Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi

Im at your baby mom house, on the steps climbed out

Like you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out

You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it

Came two in ur short sleeves, three in your fitted

And even when you dead, you can still flinch and get it

A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and clap ya

Styles P ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper

[Eve:]

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit recognized killaz

Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies killaz

No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas

No lie, prefer them ready do or die killaz

What? What you want? cutey starin at me like

"Damn, where you from?"

You be comin at me like "Can I get some?"

Lick your lips for this brown sugar

Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, 'til I uhhh

[All (DMX):]

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

[Drag-On:]

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma

Burnin niggas often, they call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin

Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin

In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin

Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy

I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty

Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early

You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?

You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on

Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it

Catch you while you smokin, send your casket

Throw the sack in it

But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude

And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one slash two

My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?

You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

[DMX:]

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

Everyday I show another how a lover slaughter

Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges

Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches

Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort

Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort

Caught up in somethin that I can't control

Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it

Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it

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

The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth quick

I Love money, but the scrambles hot

So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot

Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less

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

Pull It lyrics - DMX (feat. Cam'ron)

Uh, let me tell you somethin

Act your age, and I ain't even, matta fact, listen to me

Let me tell you somethin

AAAYYYYOOOOW!

Don't make me come at y'all, y'all don't wanna brawl

Make me run at y'all gun at y'all, take it all run it all

Actually there's a front it all lemme talk to y'all

Done it all y'all ain't even begun to ball

Winter, spring, summer, fall

The cream still stackin if the fiends still crackin

You the same one cryin, for that Billy Jean jacket black fever

Pussy ass, don't smoke no pot neither

Mommy take care of your high fever neighborhood watch leader

Close the drapes up, make the tape duct tape your face up

I fuck wit more powder, then makeup get em laced up

P doe, have a party for the brother

15 minutes, but I feel sorry for your mother

I kill like the greats did

Had a state bid for stashin little Nate

(He was only eight) but I hate kids

I know all parents think they experts

But yo my TEC bursts is death spurts

Wet hearts and Guess shirts, what!

Uh, Uh, Uh, RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

AAAYYYYOOOOW! Lets get it on baby (what)

Cause I'm ready to start

Take the locks of the cage cause I'm ready to bark

And niggas gonna know when it's on for the heart

Niggas gonna go when it's on motherfuckers

Mad trucks you know

They feelin' it I'm flippin' it to niggas

Got them thinkin' that they real in it

You hear that but don't go near that you better fear that

You was the one that wanted to have the house

Wit the the pool right?

Where it at RRRRRRRRRRRRRR! don't make me bite you

I used to fuck wit yo' sista don't make me fight

You see how I play wit it but stay wit it I'm ok with it

I'll do it, but he will be the nigga that they say did it

What you don't know is gonna get you fucked up

And when you don't roll it's gonna get you stuck up

Niggas want what (what), thats what I thought

Dark Man baby, X for short

What, what, what, uh, what, what, uh, what, what

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

AAAYYYYOOOOW!

Runnin around niggas like circles I hurt you

"Did I do that?" Just like Urkel I jerk you

Yo, aiyyo, it's Harlem World NY yo what try yo luck

But I know what niggas won't know how you're stuck

Body right beside your truck, what

But they're screamin' I'm screamin'

But they're screamin' ice creamin

They should have fuckin' known

There was no such thing as an ice demon

Aiyyo, you dogs don't play wit me I'll beat yo' ass from A to Z

Bag you up like A and P DMX n' KFC

Bench nigga I'm a bless niggas wit my slugs stress niggas

I'm a wet niggas wit my thugs

Yo, yo, aiyyo when niggas like to act ain't no wonder

I creep aiyyo don't make me put your ass nigga, under my feet

Ha ha, hold me down baby bark at your dog

Let me know if it's real walk in the fog

And then we hit 'em, slap 'em, click 'em, cap 'em

Stick 'em, tap 'em, motherfuckers all know how we have 'em, what!

Where my dogs at? (what)

Uh, where my dogs at? (what, uh)

Uh, where my dogs at? (what)

Cam, my nigga

AAAYYYYOOOOW!

DMX, Cam'Ron, Def Jam, Untertainment, what

AAAYYYYOOOOW!

Nothin' Move But The Money lyrics - DMX (feat. Black Rob & Mic Geronimo)

Since we gots to rob something its definitely gonna be worth it

Inside job lettin you peep from the surface

But can a nigga live

Hold me down and I gotcha

I'd hate to have on my conscience that I shot ya

With out you I wouldn't be here

So lets get doe together

But first you got to let me know if you with yo whatever

Is you bustin off or is you just holdin a gun

When you should be here are you there rollin a blunt

My ribs is touchin

I need this little bit of money more than you think

That who think two niggas would think two hours could hit two banks

Is you ready for the big time

This is a big crime that I'm commiting

And I'm sure there'll be casualties because this time is slippin

But I'm forgettin what I'm there for

It's all about the money

Fuck how many lives are lost

It's all about the money

And ain't nuthin funny about the brains on the walls

Come on, load up the truck get it all

(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don't nuthin move but the money)

I gots to make a move and make it soon

(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don't nuthin move but the money)

Yo I gots to take a block and make it boom

(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don't nuthin move but the money)

I gots to make a move and make it soon

(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don't nuthin move but the money)

Yo I gots to take a block and make it bloom

Yo this banks perfectly fitted for dues like us to hit it

X, Masta I.C., you know I'm wit it

Never felt remours when a wit got splitted

Huh, its money involved so lets go get it

I know ya niggas coppin shit loud

The get away cars to kill when it's time to get wild

Down the conner rollin sparkin the beef

I want the heat

And them fellas fars up the same chalkin sheet

They know how I get down X, when they flex

Force me to put something hot in they chest

I lay to rest

The transcretion from the door

My four four [?] when I'm on war

One floor

And that's it we history

And I can't have Diamond and Rob forgettin me

It's all enough to like Joe

Fuck that and we all know god it ain't nuthin like dough

Yeah, yeah, yo

Ain't nothin funny but still don't nothin move but the money

(Ain't nothin funny, ain't nothin funny)

What You Want lyrics - DMX (feat. Jay-Z & Ja Rule)

Y'all niggas is dead, dead!

What the fuck is wrong with y'all?

Face illest street niggas, illest rap niggas

It's murda!

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

To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark

Cause whether your for or against this

When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows

The weapons I possess they not for show

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

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

Or be one shot ass

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

Yo, shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now

Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down

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

You shot twice god bless to this the night

That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life

And you dead right be in hell looking for ice

Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit

All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich

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

Flow semi-hot handling me your not

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

Rather beat your dick or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill

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

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

Niggas ain't seein my plight

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!!!

GRRRR...

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!?!

Uh! Dark man! DMX! Ruff Ryders! Def Jam!

No Love For Me (Changes Remix) lyrics - DMX (feat. Swizz Beatz & Drag-On)

Ain't no other cats got love for me

Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me

Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

If I'm gonna rob I'm a rob all night

If I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably a fight

If I'm goin' fuck bitches then they better be tight

If that's dead, then the head better be right

If I gots to play I'm a play till I win

Since I gots to be here can't wait to begin

Wanna fuck shorty can't stand shorty friend

'Cuz honey friend fuck many, many men

Stay wit' the rats 'cuz the rats is real

Wanna fuck? Then we fuck already know the deal

Shit, fuck what you look like just show the real

Then I keep spot that we can go to chill

I Love life, get down for the hoes

Only reason I come round is for the hoes

Life works, I play it down for the hoes

Hit em off wit that dark brown you kno?

Ain't no other cats got love for me

Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me

Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

Ain't no other cats got love for me

Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me

Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

You fucking wit' me ain't keeping your health right

'Cuz me and my dogs we keep it gelled tight

The shit I pack is heavy but the shells light

When they drop the same time you drop without a fight

Burning anything that I'm putting my name on

You might take a Drag but you can't flame On

I know y'all niggas don't know me wit' a chain on

When it come to the fire I'm the kid they blame it on

When you see like eight cars then y'all know where we are

Niggas spitting mean bars off the green jar

Never drunk but you see me limp at the bar

Spit fire that'll melt the ice on your arm

You had that but for now dog give me that

'Cuz y'all you don't wanna see how my simmy act

Fake hustling niggas you'll pump any pack

When it come to this shit I done laid plenty flat

Ain't no other cats got love for me

Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me

Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

Ain't no other cats got love for me

Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me

Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

Do you hear wat I tell you, understand wat u hear.

Don't let nobody tell you wat to hope and to fear.

Don't let nobody tell you wat to hope and to fear.

What you niggas want? 'Cuz I got it right here

Y'all niggas front then I hit you right there

Not really impressed by what niggas wear

Faggots talk shit but I really don't care

I'm the type of nigga that'll die for the cause

Fuck what you heard I will die for my dogs

Ain't scared of shit will ride in the fog

Same thing but a bigger size than yours

I fuck with Drag-On 'cuz he spits the flame

Drag-On motherfucker don't forget the name

And we all taking over ain't shit the sa

If you ain't out that mob nigga quit the game

And

Ain't no other cats got love for me

Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me

Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

Ain't no other cats got love for me

Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me

Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

But my dogs is goin' be a thug wit me us

Gotti Style lyrics - DMX (feat. Ja Rule)

[Ja Rule:]

Aaaah, what

Niggas don't want it, yeah

Ja Rule, DMX

Def Jam niggas, hah

Motherfuckers better stay the fuck out of our way

Understand that, knawmean?

We doing this shit straight gangsta style, gotti style nigga

Fuck y'all

[Ja Rule:]

Uh, uh, uh

Ja's the torture, the high class, toss to D

Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city

Niggas is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me

End up with a gun in your mouth, straight cheese

I should bust 'em, cuz' see me killing you don't mean nothing

I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga

Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned

Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved

Some rules just think, are fit for takes

And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully break

Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded

We can murder each other, meet at the Crossroads

And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac

My niggas gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that

Niggas is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom

Give little kids back, that's the way we do things

Never leave shells, never drop names

Roll with the game as it change

Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain

In my demise you can put it on my grave

"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days

And outta darkness done graduated, may he lay"

And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair

Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here

Motherfuckers

Check it out y'all

Check it out, check it out

Check it out y'all

Check it out, check it out

Check it out y'all

Check it out, check it out

Check it out y'all

[DMX:]

Uh, grrrrrrrrrrrr!

I make moves that get me where I'm going

Break fools that act like they ain't knowing how it's going

Dizown, with the dizark, cuz' that's that kid

Unmask that kid, look at that bastard kid

That don't mind having to break shit or take shit

And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't shit

You fucking faggot

You know I coulda been stuck it to you

Nigga I wasn't even think about fucking with you

But I bet now I know your man is thinking twice bout who to fuck with

Shit is getting bad, I'm robbing niggas I grew up with

And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot

Or I'ma torture this niggas little sister and make him watch

Give a nigga a little room, now he's trying to house shit

But I bet you get back on some mouse shit

When I punch you in your mouth, bitch

Aaaah, a nigga broken off quick

Yelllckkk! (gagging sound), is the sound he makes chocking off dick

How you feel, eating with a straw he has to suck through

Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you

Fucking bitch sucking dick like a jockstrap

Put them Glocks back

Trying to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back

Got that? didn't get? You know where you gonna be laying right?

I'm telling you, ha, you know what the fuck I'm saying right?

You will respect this, cuz' it gets reckless when I cut the

Dun-nun-dun-nun-dun-nun-dun-nun, you be like "What the--Nooo!"

But it's too late cuz' the heat-seaker done found the heat

The concrete done found your meat

Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam coming off

Eyes rolled back in his head, coughing up chunks of flesh

Then niggas'll roll with his monstrous death, beating punks to death

Ain't nothing left but the memory of what used to be your life

Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife

Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on

You up in the casket with some shades, cuz' your eyes is gone

I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid

But you made it happen, with that bullshit you did

Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition

And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishing

My mission is almost complete

This message will self destruct in two seconds

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Born Loser lyrics - DMX

The born loser, not because I choose to be

But because all the bad shit happens to me

I got kids, but their mothers don't want them to know me

Sisters used to like me but now they call me "homie"

Used to have a family, now I'm out on my own

Had to scrap with a pit because I tried to take his bone

Bitches don't like me, they don't kiss me or hug me

They call me "kill pretty" because I'm mad ugly

I used to get pussy, but I busted off quick

Now I gets none so I gotta beat my dick

Times are hard in the ghetto, I gotta steal for a living

Eating turkey-flavored Now and Laters for Thanksgiving

If that ain't enough, life is rough I swear

I don't have an address so I can't get welfare

They kicked me out the shelter because they said I smelled a

Little like the living dead and looked like Helter Skelter

My clothes are so funky, they're bad for my health

Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by themself

Even when I was little nothing went my way

I got beat up and chased home from school every day

And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees

On my report card, I didn't get F's, I got Z's

But for those who choose to snooze

Cause I was born with no hope, I got nothing to lose

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

The born loser, a title I was branded with

Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with

The Statue of Liberty, but they didn't really have to

Leave my black ass there until the day after

No time for laughter, this shit's for real

Ribs are showing through my back cause I haven't had a meal

In a week, you can see bones in my hands

The raccoons beat me to the garbage cans

I'm starving Marvin, and it shouldn't be like that

The only thing that I'm carving is an alley cat

But sometimes in the daytimes I dream of a Manwich

But all I'm really eating is an oxygen sandwich

For those that don't know, that's two pieces of bread strapped together

Or I'll have a rain sandwich, depending on the weather

Born Loser caught up in the game

And I ain't even got nobody to blame

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

The Born Loser, yeah, that used to me my M-O

When I couldn't get a soul to listen to my demo

Doors shut in my face until I started jamming them

I'm behind the doors now and I'm the one slamming them

I did what I had to to get where I got

Though I'll admit what I had to do was a lot

I gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shoot

Catching vics just to get a little loot

I thought it was cute and didn't care who knew

Mess around, get in my way and I'll bag you, too

Cause I was born to lose straight from the beginning

In the dugout because I struck out the first inning

Winning was everything, that's why I had to

Ask my man to find the loot, and he said "I'd be glad to"

Now who needs a major label? We got our own

I'm the Divine Master of the Unknown

Ain't nothing changed, I'm the same as before

When opportunity knocked I just answered the door

Criminal at heart even though I don't show it

I was always a winner but I just didn't know it

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

We Be Clubbin' lyrics - DMX (feat. Ice Cube)

What you think gon' happen if I get Ice Cube

To do a joint with the wildest dog on the east coast? Man

They don't know. Heavy weight Def Jam

Clark world

[Ice Cube (DMX):]

Once again, it's on the motherfucking psycho

Ice Cube the don mega, with my nigga DMX

Huh, a diamond in the rough

Punk, he gon' stay in the rough

East meets west, it's going down

Yeah, we be clubbing

We be clubbing

We be clubbing, we be clubbing, we be clubbing

I'm in the city bitch, we clubbing (nigga, what)

I'm treated like the presidential motorcade

Taking out the residential global persperation

Freaky gyrations close to fornication

Numbers get passed when asked information

Intoxication faded inebriated

Designated driver liver than Macgyver

Blocking freaks in all of 'em tens

Stallions get them to pile in

Sitting on 'lacs bitch we write raps

Backdo' access you getting jealous

Standing all in line with designer umbrellas

Bad fellas running with the East Side connection

Any kind of club with a star check they weapons

Who wanna sex DMX get naked

Fucking to security show us the exit

[Ice Cube (DMX):]

Heavy hitters counting figures

We be clubbing

Mixing blunts and heavy liquors

We be clubbing

For all my live ass niggas

We be clubbing

Fucking all them gold diggers

We be clubbing

(We be clubbing, we be clubbing, we be clubbing)

[DMX:]

DMX, Ruff Ryders

Grrr, grrr

All I do is import to export transport to west port

A nigga still breathing today cause the vest caught

Them slugs you spit at me now, get at me if you want more

Put a fucking hole up in yo' back so what's the front for?

Come on baby we some noisemakers

Catching niggas with bricks at out of Montego

Coming through Las Vegas

Made us wanted dead or alive

On mad niggas hit lists

But ain't a motherfucker come to get this

Witness what's unheard of cold blooded murder

This hot shit'll have you smelling like a fucking burger

And the shell from the twelve is all it takes

To make a nigga spin like twice and then fall

You call for help

But ain't none coming

The admin slaughtered the robbery and gun running

And when I'm done gunning we all gon' meet up at the club

Fucking with Cube it's nothing but love

Nigga, what!!

[Ice Cube (DMX):]

Heavy hitters counting figures

We be clubbing

Mixing blunts and heavy liquors

We be clubbing

For all my live ass niggas

We be clubbing

Fucking all them gold diggers

We be clubbing

(We be clubbing, we be clubbing, we be clubbing)

[Ice Cube (DMX):]

New York get ya club on

L.S. get ya club on

Chicago get ya club on

Atlanta get ya club on

Fuck that shit

If the dog's off the leash then the dog's gonna bite (rooof)

If the dog's in the ring then the dog's gonna fight (rooof)

If the dog's on the west coast then I'm fucking with Cube

Where them hoes at nigga keep 'em coming in twos

Like noah I make it wetter the doubleheader

Hit that ass like I got a vendetta you know it's better

With the don mega shake it off shake it off

Take it off take it off and make it soft, biotch

Uhh, it's all good it's all right

Fuck all day fuck all night

Call all my niggas cause wherever I go

Y'all my niggas east to the west coast all my niggas

Now the east to the west

Piece of the best sick of this shit (grrrrr)

Added DMX to add grit in this shit (grrrr)

Atlantic to pacific spitting this shit (grrrr)

Got love for my niggas that's getting a grip (grrr)

We be clubbing

[Ice Cube (DMX):]

Heavy hitters counting figures

We be clubbing

Mixing blunts and heavy liquors

We be clubbing

For all my live ass niggas

We be clubbing

Fucking all them gold diggers

We be clubbing

(We be clubbing, we be clubbing, we be clubbing)

Freestyle lyrics - DMX

Uh, uh, uh

Niggas getting trampled on, what's all the fuss about?

Sucking my dick so hard, I'm busting in they mouth

And then I snuff em out, four to the mid', fuck what I did

With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid

Slid into the shadows, cause I'm dark like that

I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like that

Where are they at, when I get thirsty, shit

Ain't a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets

Bits, and pieces are all that's that left

Niggas so scared to death, they hold they motherfucking breath

Til I pass, cause they asked/ass, and I smelled 'em

The s-p-e-l-l-e-d t-h-e-m, I spelled em

To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head

Catch a body with the shotty, pump up one dead

Red alert, niggas is about to get hurt, do work

To skirts, like a jag on the merk, arf

Night time is the right time for creeping

Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she's sleeping

I been off the deep end, since I was semen

That's why now, I'm such a motherfucking demon!

Screaming, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta get off

Can't even hold a joint, lest I let off

A couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven

That's about eleven hundred as of now

How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and

The-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 [*sing-song like nice and smooth*]

Life ain't worth a penny in, my book faggot

That's why I took faggot shit, I'm a crook faggot

Fat loops leather jackets, I bag it, along with

The jewels smacking tools out the hands of fools

On the strength that they don't know what they holding

Niggas caught me tail end cause the weight that I be sewing

Shit up cause I get up, off my ass and skate

Making more moves than u-haul, from state to state

I speak the great, and if a nigga tells you different

You turn around you ask the nigga, "the fuck is you be sniffing?

Cause when it come to riffing, I am the riff raffin

Gots to say nutting, niggas know they get had

Motherfucker, Funk Flex, Vol. 3, The Final Chapter

Ruff Ryders, Irv Gotti, Def Jam

Right here, where my dogs at?

Got them all for you baby I got them all

I gots them all

Pure Uncut Remix lyrics - DMX (feat. Eightball, McGruff & Canibus)

[Eightball:]

DMX, McGruff and Canibus

You know where you heard it first

My man Cardan, G Black, Ralph, Universal Records

Uh

Pure Uncut, Eightball [*DMX barks in background*]

DMX (WHAT?!) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby

Yeah, its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

It's the Pure Uncut, raw we keep it raw – listen

[DMX:]

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 is shot

Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot

Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys

Like that 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

Running 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

[Eightball:]

Dum, du-du, dum

Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum?

We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green

I'm a fiend for this rap thing

Down South hustiln' and we all about the cream

Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the city

Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty

Frank Nitti got a mob down to murder with me

Cats want to stick me, believe it or not like Ripley

I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech

Pure uncut, fire it up, and watch the fiends come back

Bubblin', real dogs stay around for troublin

Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin

Rumblin [*vrooom*] mushroom, cloud pimpin'

Victims who breathe in die when I be speakin, releasin

You heard me, are you worthy

To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty?

[Eightball:]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

(What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

[Eightball:]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

(What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

[McGruff:]

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow

Hit these bitches from the back, have 'em clutchin' they toes

Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose

Perform shows, bad bitches touch my clothes

Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap

Man I'm on a palm and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac

Ain't just me, my whole freakin army strapped

Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?

Touch you, you act like you want trouble

Money don't know you, don't rub you

I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle

I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle

Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle

Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble

Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick

Sucker for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?

Now listen mister

Gruff put your soul in a twister

[Canibus:]

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line

With Eightball and Tony Draper askin me for a favor

Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot with the rubber Glock

Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot

Peace to the players who crush a lot

But they call me Canibus because I busta lot

You can suck my cock

And got the same transmitted disease your mother got

Being unfaithful with me right before she divorced your pops

She came home at four o'clock, shocked, she was riding me on top

I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating and hot

Because I touched a sore spot, you got defeated and dropped

I punch you in the jaw-ops

You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how us ghetto niggas networks

You think that vest works? You think you can't get hurt?

The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you

A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through

Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill' or two

To keep me from killing you with the lyrical

All you chief executives ampin answer records and shit

See, what goes around comes around, bitch

Deeper & Deeper lyrics - DMX

Arrrrre yooooou reeeaaadyyy!?

This place inside my mind, a place I'd like to hide

You don't know the chances.. What if I should die?

A place inside my brain, another kind of pain

You don't know the chances.. I'm so blind

Bliiiiind

Bliiiiind

Another place I find, to escape the pain inside

You don't know the chances.. What if I should die?

A place inside my brain, another kind of pain

You don't know the chances.. I'm so blind

Bliiiiind

Bliiiiind

Deeper and deeper and deeper is all I'm turning to

Living a life that seems to be, a lost reality

That can never find, a way to reach my inner

Self-esteem is low, how deep can I go?

In the ground that I lay, if I don't find a way to

See through the grey that clouds my mind

This time I look to see what's between the lies

I can't see, I can't see

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm going blind

I'm blind

I'm blind

I'm blind

I'm blind

...And Then There Was X (1999)

• The Kennel (Skit)
• One More Road To Cross
• The Professional
• Fame
• A Lot To Learn (Skit)
• Here We Go Again
• Party Up (Up In Here)
• Make A Move
• What These Bitches Want
• What's My Name
• More 2 A Song
• Don't You Ever
• The Shakedown (Skit)
• D-X-L (Hard White)
• Comin' For Ya
• Prayer III
• Angel
• Good Girls, Bad Guys (Bonus Track) 

The Kennel (Skit) lyrics - DMX

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die

Get down or lay down, mothafucka!

[*growling*]

Get em' boy, get em' boy!

Get em' boy!

Get that motherfucker, boy!

Get em' boy!

[*barking*] Boy!

"Now you got to fight, my brother

You want one? There you go"

It is not a fucking game!

One More Road To Cross lyrics - DMX

Uhh, this is life (this is life)

This is what I know (this what I know)

So to me (so to me)

This is life (this is life)

One more road to cross

One more risk to take

Gotta live my life

Like there's one more move to make

I'm up at like 6AM to check this nigga

He work the nightshift and I gots to check them figures

Knock on his door, peoples talkin' 'bout, "He ain't there."

But the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere

See, money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by

Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with you gettin' mine

Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then

Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin'

Won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that

I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs

And run off (damn) tell me he was locked down up North

And you out a week later? That's bullshit! I bust off

I need this dough—fuck you think, I'm here for my health?

I need this wealth because I feed myself

You play with my life when you play with my money

Playin' round but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny

One more road to cross

One more risk to take

Gotta live my life

Like there's one more move to make

Yo, I've been casin' the liquor store for a month now

But me and two other niggas

Is about to run up in there and shut it down

I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back

Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks

Aight bitch, put on the ski mask!

Make sure that when we ask

For the dough they know that we takin' all three bags

Now see that? We got a hero, shoot that nigga!

Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga

Hard-head motherfuckas always get it

I told him what would happen if he moved

That nigga moved so I did it

"Did you get it?" I asked my man as he was comin' from the back

Nigga opened his mouth, said nothin' and fell out flat

This cat come out spittin', hittin' my mans, his mans

Couldn't control what was in his hands

I'm hit, damn! I bust back and got the fuck up outta there

Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up outta there

One more road to cross

One more risk to take

Gotta live my life

Like there's one more move to make

Ayo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes

That's how it's goin' in the slums over crumbs

Somethin' little becomes somethin' major

Niggas gettin' blown up like a pager, ear to ear with the razor

Pour out my soul, took control of hurt

Why must Earl Simmons swim in dirt?

I'm gon' make it work, 28 and tryna get baptized

Priest scared to touch me 'cause he said I gave him bad vibes

Ride when I die, straight down but I'm plottin'

We all gots to go, but who wants to be forgotten?

I'ma leave a mark and it won't be the mark of the devil

Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel

The level of animosity is stoppin' me from thrivin'

Fuck what them niggas is talkin' about, I'm survivin'

Alive and goin' through it, but I made my bed

So now it's in these flames that I lay my head

One more road to cross

One more risk to take

Gotta live my life

Like there's one more move to make

The Professional lyrics - DMX

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

I look through the 11th floor window

Take one last puff of the indo

Look through the scope, and let like ten go

Break it down, back in the briefcase

Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe

Outside I breathe safe

Nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it

Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted

Smart niggas get niggas killed for real

I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel

It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you

Stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga and drop you

Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun

I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run

But I'm on the job and right now there's more niggas that need to be, left with a head full of lead, restin easily

And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use

The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

I can catch you in the very building that you live in

Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin

Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps

I was there, you ain't DIE at the top of the steps

I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh)

Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (BOOM!

Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light

I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight

I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!)

Then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm

Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb

I could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat

With some fuckin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet

I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass

Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man

Workin at Toys'R'Us handin yo' kid a brand new toy

I could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at

Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?"

I could be the one driving the school bus that yo' kids in

Except that, I don't like to involve, women and children

A nigga got feelings, I just put em aside

And when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride

I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented

I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it

I know I'm doin wrong and everyday I beg the Lord

To forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword

Shit ain't goin too well, BUT THAT'S MY LIFE

I know I'm goin to hell, BUT THAT'S MY LIFE

Sometimes I think what will I do, WITH MY LIFE

Kill nigga kill this IS MY LIFE

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna

Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!)

Niggas won't creep these streets with me

Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be

Fame lyrics - DMX

Uh-huh (Y'KNOW?)

ARF!

Take it for what it's worth, my birth was a blessing

Sent to live and die, on earth as a lesson

We each have a star, all we have to do is find it

Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded (WHAT?)

They'll tell you that you're bright, and say you have a future

When you turn your back, same cats'll try to shoot ya

Niggas ain't shit, I can live on both sides of the fence

Forget what you do, when you talk, see what you really meant (aight?)

That's what I thought, them niggas was bluffin (uh)

They talk all day but say, nothin (uh)

It gets so dark (what?) the pain's so intense

Since this first rain it's like it's rained ever since (WHAT?)

Never got paid for a rhyme but I flow (whoo)

Never got a plate on time but I grow (whoo)

Live your life, STAY on the line but I go (UHH)

Went from doin crime to bein kind cause I know

I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die

Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly

Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry

Shit I tell y'all niggas straight cause I'm never gon' lie

I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die

Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly

Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry

Shit I tell y'all niggas straight cause I'm never gon' lie

What is about who I am that makes me unforgettable (HMM)

What it is about what I've done that makes it so incredible (uhh)

"More money, more problems" -- well the fame was worse (uh-huh)

I reached out for love and what came back was thirst (WHAT?)

Blessed with the curse (uh) niggas don't hear me

Niggas don't hear me, Y'ALL NIGGAZ, don't hear me (uh)

What'd I just say? "Niggas don't hear you!" See that?

You gots to FEEL ME to catch what I'm sayin, BELIEVE THAT (UHH!)

But leave that, alone (WHAT?)

We gon' make a nigga wanna be at, your home (WHAT?)

Oh you kinda quiet with the heat at, your dome (UHH!)

If the dog got he's gonna bring back a bone

Cause we got the chrome (C'MON!)

This is what I live for, or die for

I'm the nigga with the high score, you try for

What you niggas wanna lie for? It changes nothin

I'm true for cats, yet some strangers bluffin

I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die

Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly

Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry

Shit I tell y'all niggas straight cause I'm never gon' lie

Now if I take what he gave me and I, use it right (uh-huh)

In other words if I listen and, use the light (uh-huh)

Then what I say will remain here, after I'm gone

Still here, on the strength of a song, I live on (HMM)

No second-guessin on what I stood for, I was good for

Stoppin niggas from killin each other in the hood war (UHH)

Comin through showin love, throwin up (UHH)

Them cats not throwin love, you know whassup (WHAT?)

Dark Man baby, that's my name

And I gots to be the realest nigga (UHH) up in this game

Cause ain't no shame, they don't make em like, this no more

Real to the core, big heart but built for war

I stand for what I believe in

Even if what I believe in stops me from breathin

Relatives grievin, but I ain't went nowhere

Listen to the song (C'MON) I'm right there

I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die

Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly

Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry

Shit I tell y'all niggas straight cause I'm never gon' lie

A Lot To Learn (Skit) lyrics - DMX

[Kid:]

Yo, yo, let me hit that. Let me hit that yo

[DMX:]

Yo what's up shorty? Here

[Kid:]

Yo

[DMX:]

Yeah?

[Kid:]

Yo man I'm tryin to get this money man

[DMX:]

But dog you gotta think about loyalty first, ya know what I'm sayin? You got loyalty, money will come. Ya know what I'm sayin, keep it real with ya niggas

[Kid:]

Na, na, fuck that man, I'm tryin to eat yo, fuck them yo. I'm ready to do anything for this money man. Do shit by myself, do anything for this money

[DMX:]

Give me my motherfuckin blunt back. You got a lot to learn dog

Here We Go Again lyrics - DMX

Same old shit dog, just a different day

You know how niggas do, when we play, how we play

IT IS NOT, A FUCKING GAME!

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

If it's fuck me nigga, you know it's fuck you

I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand

Hit him with work, cause yo, that's my little man

He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him

So when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him

Never told him nuttin wrong, kept it fair

Didn't listen, so I might as well have been talkin to the air (damn)

Everybody makes mistakes, a mistake is aight

But if it ain't, I'ma tell you straight, time to say goodnight

Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship

But shorty's fuckin up big time, I HATE THIS SHIT

I'm caught in the middle of, havin love for a lil nigga

Knowin what's expected of me as a, real nigga

My next move is crucial, what do I do?

How do I keep it real with shorty in my crew?

Didn't want to kill him, so instead of puttin the Mac on him

I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him

Here we go again

Same old shit dog, just a different day

Here we go again

You know how niggas do, when we play, how we play

Here we go again

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

Here we go again

So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

Niggas that I fuck wit, wanna get him dead

But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live

Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man

But I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand

Go about your business (uh-huh) do what you gonna do

Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through

I can forgive I just can't forget

You're on your own little man don't ask me for shit

If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good

If I see you again, get it, understood?

Go 'head before I change my mind 'cause you know you should be dead

"I just wanted to say-" "Aight, go ahead!"

Instinct told me to kill him but the savior is

I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor

But I also knew, the decision I just made

Went against the rules of the game that we played

Here we go again

Same old shit dog, just a different day

Here we go again

You know how niggas do, when we play, how we play

Here we go again

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

Here we go again

So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

I should have, followed my first instinct, cause I knew

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do

Now this nigga's fucking with the competition

Ungrateful motherfucker, should of got him missing

This nigga got the nerve, to take my kindness, for a weakness

Gotsta get back on some street shit so I can creep this

Rat, when I act, take one, set him up, to take two

Get him there, take three, get him done

Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him

BZZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them

Feelin lucky? CLICK, looks like you are

CLICK CLICK CLICK, luck ain't goin too far

What you did was put on another pair of shoes

And they just happened to be too big

What you did was stupid, real fuckin stupid

Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do?

Threw it back in my fucking face so fuck you too!

Here we go again

Same old shit dog, just a different day

Here we go again

You know how niggas do, when we play, how we play

Here we go again

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

Here we go again

So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

Here we go again

Same old shit dog, just a different day

Here we go again

You know how niggas do, when we play, how we play

Here we go again

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

Here we go again

So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

Party Up lyrics - DMX

Uh.. UH! .. WHOO!

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me go all out

Up in here, up in here

Y'all gon' make me act a fool

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me lose my cool

Up in here, up in here

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight

All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick

And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick

How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight

There go the gun click, 9-1-1 shit

All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit

Y'all niggas remind me of a strip club, cause everytime

You come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked

And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to

But I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do

Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else

And we all thought you loved yourself

But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe

They just sayin' that, now cause they miss you

Shit a nigga tried to diss you

That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church

Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me go all out

Up in here, up in here

Y'all gon' make me act a fool

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me lose my cool

Up in here, up in here

Off the chain I leave niggas soft in the brain

Cause niggas still want the fame, off the name

First of all, you ain't rapped long enough

To be fuckin' with me and you, you ain't strong enough

So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you think that you Superman

I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?

Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors

What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors

You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe

You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know

Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?

I love my baby mother, I never let her go"

I'm tired of weak ass niggas whinin' over puss

That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?

They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them

Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me go all out

Up in here, up in here

Y'all gon' make me act a fool

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me lose my cool

Up in here, up in here

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head

No more talkin – put him in the dirt instead

You keep walin – lest you tryin to end up red

Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead

Cause youse a soft type nigga

Fake up North type nigga

Puss like a soft white nigga

Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water

We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter

The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out

We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out

Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out

Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out

Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin

You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin

Grandma wishin your soul's at rest

But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me go all out

Up in here, up in here

Y'all gon' make me act a fool

Up in HERE, up in here

Y'all gon' make me lose my cool

Up in here, up in here

Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!

One.. two.. meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside

All my Ruff Ry-DERS go on meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside

All my big ball-ERS go on meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside

All my fly lad-IES go on meet me outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside

All my street street peoples meet me outside

Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man X got ya bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

(Swizz Beatz)

(DMX)

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man keep you bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man keep you bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

All my streets they bouncin again

Bouncin again, we're bouncin again

Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again

Bouncin again and we bouncin again

Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all

Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now

BOOM

Make A Move lyrics - DMX

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Mm

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom [*BOOM*]

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money!

It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street

Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat

Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle

Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle

Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated

I hate it, seein crab niggas that made it

And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself

Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth?

It ain't in New York, cause niggas talk about goin out of state

Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight

Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too

So I'mma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew

Niggas that ain't never had, and doin bad

Will be glad to get up off that stoop lookin' sad

Grab your bags, it's about to go down

We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom [*BOOM*]

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money!

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom [*BOOM*]

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money!

I gots to make a move and make it soon

Gots to take a block and make it boom

We comin through so make some room

Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up

This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up

The purple top thirty-five smalls is ringin' bells

But I'mma crush him with the black 40 double-L's

I send two niggas back up top, and come back

We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop

It's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin

Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin

Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler

Cause, nigga, if I ain't know you since I was like six

Then I don't trust ya

And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like two dollars

Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!")

You think I'm here for the ho flow? I want the dough flow

And fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo'

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom [*BOOM*]

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money!

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom [*BOOM*]

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money!

I spend my money on niggas cause niggas get me rich

And a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick

Niggas is family now, and we stand strong

Thirty niggas over six blocks, makin the cash long

Shit is good, because niggas gettin what they been wantin

And we see the same shit, other New York niggas frontin

Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em

I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em

Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us

And I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us

So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house

It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house

I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts

And when them niggas keep they count correct, I don't riff

But I ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit

Ain't tryin to hear jack shit, you fucking black bitch

I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run

If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun

Got bitches to transport without an escort

I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport

Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us

It be them ATF niggas that have you under pressure

Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my Glock down (why nigga?)

Cause I'm a hustlin motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom [*BOOM*]

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money!

I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh

I gots to take a block and make it boom [*BOOM*]

I take the car and hit it with this boom

Now come on, let's get that money!