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
(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
Catching The Same Hell lyrics - DMX
Dr. Cuess is in the house
Along with the Swing Mob
DMX the Great
And here we go to set things straight
For '92
Catching the same hell [3x]
Straight out the dark, DMX-X-X is
Coming through like a drop-top Lexus
Just know that I'm gonna be on every corner
Waiting for ya, just might make you wanna
Watch for shadows cause I be lurking, working
Bagging up, another dick jerking MC that wants to be like me
D-M-X T-H-E G-R-E-A-T
Back the fuck up, because I don't burn I singe
And even if you murder me, I'm getting revenge
And coming back to hawk you, stalk you
Everywhere you walk to, chump, from LA to New York to
Where ever you go, I'll be there like a shadow
Shoving a mic in your face 'cause it's a battle
You know my M-O, my name rings bells
And emcees are catching the same hell
Catching the same hell [3x]
They say D rock longer, so long is what I D
They say faster, so I multiply my speed by two
They say D get more aggressive, so I rock harder
And when they say "Fuck that nigga", then I'm a start a
War, it just might turn out to be
A six month motherfuckin' wrecking spree
Whatever happens happens and it don't get no hotter
Sleep on my kid, but I'm a do what I gotta
I strike at random, creep like the phantom
Next year, this song will be the National Anthem
The intensity of respect for me
That emcees have, is everything it's meant to be
I'm not the type to get hype and start frontin
Niggas talk a good one but ain't doin' nothing
No need to double check cause I kick game well
And emcees are catching the same hell
Catching the same hell [3x]
Get loose, I get cold like Juice
To cook that goose, produced by Dr. Cuess
And I'm the Grim Reaper, putting rappers in a sleeper
Like Barry White I'm getting "Deeper and Deeper"
Try to put me out for the count first crack
But like the Night of the Living Dead, X is coming back
For more war, for sure, I'll be the vic-tor
Skedaddle cause in a battle I'll break your jaw
Didn't you know that, the X is a pro at
Tearing up the microphone doing a show at
Where ever there's a set up, I go head up
Since you're strong [*spitting noise*], pick that up
I thought you learned a lesson, a Smith and Wesson
Not the one to be messing with, cause I'm the best in
The industry, the Dark Man is no joke
I'll make ya choke from the microphone smoke
You get hurt messing around with the X
Cause straight up and down I disrespects
In any context, whoever is next
I'm like a pair of Air Jordans, you're nothing but DEX
Sex, the X will make you beg for mercy
Barreled over that ass like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Yeah, it ain't hard to tell
And emcees are catching the same hell
Catching the same hell [3x]
Catz Don't Know lyrics - DMX
Uh, it's that real shit yo
Grrr!
[1] - Can't stop
Gotta eat
Stepping on, my feet
Spread love, think it's sweet
Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know
[Repeat 1]
Yeah baby, 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
He didn't care
It's like slow down baby
The money ain't going nowhere
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 (come on)
You gotta watch a nigga just coming home in a game
Cause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grain
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled
What is strange is the change that niggaz 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, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike, D?"
Wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to him
Used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him
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 (damn)
But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him (damn)
Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further
Ain't heard from him in two months, murder, murder
And from the next flight thinking I might have to steal something
This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (come on)
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
Listen, money is missing and it's hectic (what?)
Found the safe, checked it
Shit looks detected (what?)
Just what I expected when I got no word from him
Asked around but ain't nobody heard from him (uh-huh)
But money talks and most niggaz 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 (come on)
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 niggaz 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 (come on)
The famous "Oh you didn't know I got robbed!" story (come on)
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 (yeah)
Five bottle of Mo on the floor, boxes of phillys (uh)
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
Just never go against it
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
You cats must not know
Do You lyrics - DMX
[Intro]
That "T" would help though
Here we go again
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all, check it out y'all
Straight Y.O. mother fuckers
Now days cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shit
Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dick
Niggas talk real slick, but that's about it
Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut them off quick
Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through?
It's shit like, everybody tells me I sound just like you
But you got me, got me? And you can't live without me
If I wasn't DMX, you wouldn't give a fuck about me
Ain't about "Dog I wanna be just like you"
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
Shit, I get niggas that ride big every fuckin' day (I-ight?)
If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine
And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine
Let me hit 'em with the rewind
Do you and I'll do me
To me you'll see how real you'll be
[1] - Do you - Cuz what it boils down to it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley
Do you - Cuz what it boils down to, it's true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I'mma do me, truley
Hey yo dog, I got lyrics
Hey yo dog, I got beats (Word)
Damn, is this the type of shit I gots to put up with in the streets?
Used to be able to walk, not have to talk to nobody
Everywhere I go it's like I bring the whole party
It ain't about tryin' to follow or tryin' to be like
But if we all see it through the eyes of the Lord, we see a light (c'mon)
Just let me get a hold of the mic, I'll teach you a little something
Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin'
Express yourselves, be who you are, umm umm, you're a shining star
You don't even know what you got inside
How the fuck you gon' find out, you keep wanting to ride
Hey yo, I ain't gon' let it slide no more
You're best to go for what you know
Can't do you, then what you flow for
You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dog
Look through your eyes, see what you see
[Repeat 1]
Like fuck it, you wanna be me? Here's what you do
Grow up neglected by both parents and still pull through
You gots to come up fucked up, get treated like shit
Then have your mother's new boyfriend smack you like a bitch Turn into a killer,
don't carry shottie
Cuz the way it's goin' down right now, you gon' kill somebody
Get a dog, walk the streets, learn what you need to learn
Better have a cause but because you'll get burned
You got 15 years without ever coming out
And beat your fist at the world and what they talkin' about
Then get locked up every two years
For two years keep it real, hold back all tears, face your fears
Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes
Let 'em know what's on your mind, then you'll get your shine
In time, everything you hear will come true
But you won't be doin' me, you'll be doin' you
[Repeat 1 until fade]
Don't Call Me lyrics - DMX (with Rakim) (feat. Shontelle)
[Intro: Shontelle (DMX)]
Heyyy, yeahhh yeahhh (Wow)
Hmmm (Wow)
(Wow)
Ohh yeahhh (Thank you)
Yeahhh (Thank you for letting me be a part of this)
(Thank you)
Don't Call me
[Rakim]
I idolized my father, he taught me to survive the horror
Cause times is harder, the skies are darker
Look through the eyes of the snake, see inside the monster
To rise, need divide and conquer
If it's all about money, I don't respect your power, that's weak
They could prowl and devour, they cowards you ask me
Powers that be, mistreat us, mislead us
Thinking eventually we gon' bite the hand that feed us
Some of them, they tried to keep all up and from them
Move us all those and club them, eat, plural, it's on them
New order of the ages, out of many one
While the rest of us is calmed out of pennies
None us starving, it's problems we ain't fed quickly
Our brethren's would be the ones shaking heads with me
Jealousy, hate, lust and greed would spread quickly
Don't call me brother if you ain't breaking bread with me
[Chorus: Shontelle (DMX)]
Don't call me mother (Ohhh)
Don't call me sister (Nooo)
Don't call me brother (Whoooa)
Don't call me father (Don't call me! Don't call me!)
[Repeat]
[DMX]
Don't call me brother, we ain't got the same mother
Or the same father, you get down like the other
Don't speak on wisdom when you know you don't love her
Don't shake my hand when you wanna see me under
Don't talk slick behind my back
Don't walk like this when you act like that
You tryna bark on when instead you a cat
Come to your hood like "BAP! BAP! BAP!"
Mess with the kid if you want to
But your mans and them tell you it'll be the last thing that you would do
You built like a scooter, I'm built like a hummer
Was built like a tank, you don't want it baby, uh uh
Stop playing with D, it'll get you hurt
You a girl, you can't play in the dirt, you wear a skirt
You don't know a damn thing about putting in work
With your whole effin blocks up the murder type, arf
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Grrr
It's a start
And they don't know what it is
THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS!
AY! [14X]
[Shontelle]
No no no
[Chorus till fade]
Fallin' lyrics - DMX (feat. Keyshia Cole)
[Chorus:]
Father can you hear me when I'm callin' (callin', callin')
I need you to be near me when I'm fallin' (fallin', fallin')
[Verse 1: DMX]
Stop me Lord, I'm going down the wrong road
And I'm moving fast for a person with a strong load
But the weight I bare, I can't wait to share
Scrapped it there, my faith was always there
I'm a make it yeah, life is what it is
Nobody said that you would make it fair
And I'm a take it there, built for war
Gladiator with a good heart but built for more
But sometimes ain't enough sunshine till you dark cloud
Cause the devil on line, cause there was one time
You put your hand on me and said
Don't worry about where you go, cause you're being led
[Chorus:]
Father can you hear me when I'm callin' (callin', callin')
I need you to be near me when I'm fallin' (fallin', fallin')
[Verse 2: DMX]
Day gets hard, but it's supposed to
Call on God cause that's who I'm close to
Told him, I chose you
I was introduced to the Devil
And through it all, I still chose you
I needed you, you rose to the occassion
Stood beside me, no matter what I was facing
Here I go chasing the wrong thing again
But if I fall, I know it's you not him
That's be right there to pick me up
Put me back on my feet, ugh, lift me up
Plus you gave me the voice so I'm gon say it now
I love my God and I'm gon say it proud
[Chorus:]
Father can you hear me when I'm callin' (callin', callin')
I need you to be near me when I'm fallin' (fallin', fallin')
Friend Of Mine lyrics - DMX
[DMX]
Uh-oh! (GROWLS)
Don't tell me!(GROWLS)
Don't tell me it's another one of these PK joints!
Not another P. Killer joint!
OH MY MOTHERFUCKIN'GOD!
Uh, uh, uh
[CHORUS]
You better stop that
Before I come ridin' back (RIGHT BACK)
Right back to you (BACK TO YOU)
I know you wouldn't like that (OH NO)
We don't need no (WE DON'T NEED NO)
Extra offer see (WE DON'T NEED NO)
Wasn't really no friend of mine (WASN'T NO FRIEND)
Wasn't really no friend of mine (OF MINE)
[VERSE 1]
I'm part of the meek, started to speak, at age 10
Other kids were ridin' bikes, but that was the age when
I became a man, learned to stand, on my own
One dog, no bone, so young, so grown
Kid left home, shit got harder, kid got smarter
Did my part of the bad shit, I was the starter
Came from the heart of the hood, not lookin' too good
Fuckin' did what I could; ready to bitch in the wood
For all the shit you do, just when you think you sly
What goes around, comes around, the wrong damn time
Maybe too late, but damn, I shoulda did that back then
Shoulda thought about that then, now come on out the den
Slowly, Come on; keep your hands where I can see ‘em
You don't know me, but we already got wifey tied up in the BM
And know who set you up? That bitch with the crazy ass!
Another shorty, another party of your shady past!
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2]
God don't like ugly, all that love me, wanna plug me
But fuck me, it's about “Is this really what you want G?”
The more dirt you do, the more dirt you get
More fake niggas that ride, that'll jerk your dick
The more you think your slick, but somebody sees everything
Sometimes the thieves never hang
They remain, outlaws, wild dogs, outdoors
Strippin' cats about yours, it's all about claws
Beggin', scratchin', weighin' and matchin'
You stayin with the batch, and playin' with what you catchin'
Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you, that's under you
You must first separate from, then connect with
Fuckin' with that X shit (WHAT), ‘cos this the best shit (WHAT)
Motherfuck the rest bitch (WHAT), it's all about this (WHAT)
Do what you do, and you get what you get!
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
See what it boils down to, is that it all comes through
Remember what you do, cause it's gon' come true
A little harder than you did it, but that's the way it is
I aint know it be like this, but that's the way it is
Keep fuckin' with them kids, cause they all get grown and shit
When they get they own, what's gon' been that you shown ‘em?
Fuck how to take a bone? How to rob a nigga of his throne?
How to be left standin' alone?
Get a nigga gone, that aint right
Do it yourself, be a man and fight
Nigga earn your stripes, I damn sure earned mine
I already know your language, now try to learn mine
Dig ‘til you find, and when you find you keep
I done spelled it out for you, but you niggas is still asleep
6 feet deep, was just around the corner
Be surprised how many niggas, wanna, wanna!
[CHORUS X2]
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