Grand Champ (2003)

• Dog Intro
• My Life
• Where The Hood At
• Dogs Out
• Get It On The Floor
• Come Prepared (Skit)
• Shot Down
• Bring The Noize
• Untouchables
• Fuck Y'All
• Ruff Radio (Skit)
• We're Back
• Ruff Radio 2 (Skit)
• Rob All Night (If I'm Gonna Rob)
• We Go Hard
• We 'Bout To Blow
• The Rain
• Gotta Go (Skit)
• Don't Gotta Go Home
• A 'Yo Kato
• Thank You
• The Prayer V
• On Top
• X Gon' Give It To Ya (Bonus Track) 

Dog Intro lyrics - DMX

[Swizz Beatz:]

Ruff Ryders

Ride or die

Get at these niggas dog

Yup, yup, yup

I don't really trust humans that much these days

Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans

Shit, nothing like that dog love I tell ya

Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull

Yup, that's the only dog for me

You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them

They make good companions, but even worse enemies

It's all on how you take it

[DMX:]

Nothing goes down I don't get a small piece of

Get the picture see the beauty in the beast of

The mad man, Mr. bad man is here

Cause a nigga like me smells wreck in the air

It just ain't fair, the shit that I be doing to niggas

And get away with the same shit ruining niggas

Cover all ground and I roll thick like the fog

Only motha fuckin' friend I ever had was a dog

Never ate the hog but glad to say I smoked plenty

The 5th Precinct to name one of many of'em

In one verse I beat you worse than your momma

I fuck around and eat you first like Dahmer's

I'ma, play that ass out like a bomber

Killed a nigga once for looking like he wanted drama

I'm buggin, the pain it hurts I gotta scream

AHHHHH!

Lettin' off a little steam

Society was just too much, I couldn't hack it

Six motha fuckin' years in a straight jacket

Yo black it wasn't wise for them to let me out the joint

Never really got better so I'm not on point

I just might flip, quick, but it's too late to be bitchin'

Got more loose screws than the table in your kitchen

I'm itchin', just hope you ain't around when I scratch

Cause like I said before, I eats what I catch

Searchin' shit will have a nigga hurt and sick

The dirt you kick will get you in the dirt and quick

Word to Miz, you niggas is kids, don't play

I'm too old for the jokes you'll get smoked, I don't play

I'm won't say what's gon' happen if you force my hand

Someone somewhere will be like "I lost my man"

Take it to heart it's about to get dark so run that

All that shit niggas talking been there done that

What black? Think it's an act? Then let me know

But he liked what I'm saying so shut the fuck up and let me flow

Yo you think it's a game? Keep playing

They gon' find your ass somewhere in a creek laying

It's over you just ain't laid down yet

And in a minute you gon' be that motha fucka' that ain't found yet

Hold off from making movies and make moves

Stop talking about shit that you can't prove

I'm the mountain you can't move, so why you trying

Looking at me stupid wondering why you dying

While you flying

Through the air with a big ass hole in your chest

Wishing you was holding a vest

But it's too late for wishing so all you getting is rest

Go to sleep, pa pa will take care of the stress

God bless and may He have mercy on your soul

POP POP

Take these two more with you on your stroll, nigga

[DMX:]

Yup, yup, yup

I don't really trust humans that much these days

Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans

Shit, nothing like that dog love I tell ya

Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull

Yup, that's the only dog for me

You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them

They make good companions, but even worse enemies

It's all on how you take it

You know how we do baby

Aight

Grand champ

You know how we do

Scratch all day, match our weight

Fuck nigga

You can't be fuckin' serious

A raccoon ain't nothing but a big cat

My Life lyrics - DMX (feat. Chinky)

Uh!

'Cause it's all (Grrr)

Goin' on, in my life

Earl Simmons AKA The Dawg gettin down for real and goin' hard

'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life

This is my life and I'mma livin' it how I wanna live it

Motherfuckers won't you fuckin' come and get it, come on

'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life

Check it out yo, give me at least three feet

Or end up stinkin' leakin' in the street (What)

'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life

I wanna be able to teach you Blood

Wanna be able to sit down and eat with you Cuz (Uh)

'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life

I go through what I go through so you don't have to

You should be glad to have the worst statute

'Cause it's all (Get up) goin on, in my life

There it is my dreams my fears

My words that constantly fall on deaf ears (What)

'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life

Forgive me father for I have sinned (Yeah)

Cleanse my soul I'm ready to win let's begin (Please)

'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life

Please give me the strength to rebuke the devil

Give me the speech show the word that's heard on all levels (Alright)

Cause it's all, goin on, in my life

Uh

'Cause it's all ('Cause it's all)

Goin' on (What's goin' on?) in my life

This is my life! This is my life!

'Cause it's all ('Cause it's all)

'Goin on (What's goin' on?) in my life

In my life

This is my life

Ooh ooh ooh

Life of mine, live in the life of crime

Aaah

That's what's up baby, ain't nothin fake about this

It's my motherfuckin' life

Where The Hood At lyrics - DMX

Ayo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind

Thinkin' dog can't pull another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat

Nigga, I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin' sleeves

You bitch-ass niggas, fuck is y'all niggas

Y'all niggas just thinkin' I'm sittin' around doin' nothin'?

Oh my God, y'all niggas can't be serious

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be

Fuckin' with a nigga like me

D to the M to the X

Last I heard, y'all niggas was havin' sex with the same sex

I show no love to homo thugs

Empty out, reload and throw mo' slugs

How you gonna explain fuckin' a man?

Even if we squash the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand

I don't fuck with chumps

For those who been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps

I don't fuck with niggas that think they broads

Only know how to be one way, that's the dog

I know how to get down, know how to bite

Bark very little, but I know how to fight

I know how to chase a cat up in the tree

Man, I give y'all niggas the bidness for fuckin' with me

Is you crazy?!

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Once it's on, I come through, guns is drawn

Blam blam, lungs are gone, sons will mourn

From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog

On the street past midnight, look for 'em in the morgue

Don't play with these cats

'Cause I ain't got nothin' to say to these cats

For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cats

'Cause I know niggas is hard-headed but I ain't got the patience

Don't want me havin' no patience turn into more patients

More trips to ICU 'cause I see you

Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do

Where my dogs at? (Right here!)

See them niggas? (Right where?!)

Get 'em boy! (Right there!)

That's how we do (Alright then!)

This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs

Yo, where we at, baby?! (Creepin' through the fog)

From then till now, don't ask me how

Know that we gon' roll like them niggas

And hit every block on the job

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

I get tapes doin' times, stomp niggas like grapes makin' wine

Five CD's with mad rhymes

Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin'

You really wanna stop niggas from dyin'? Stop niggas from tryin'

'Cause I ain't really got that time to waste

And I thought I told you to get these fuckin' bums out my face

Lookin' at you in your grill, I might be nice to cut

Once I split your ass in two, you'll be twice as butt

Yeah, you right, I know your style: pussy, 'cause I'm fuckin' it

Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he suckin' it

Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me?

Shove your head up your ass, have you seein' shit clearly

Never heard that D be runnin', because D be gunnin'

I beat my dick and bust off in your eye so you can see me comin'

Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind

And if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?

Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?

Oh, them niggas actin' up?! Where the wolves at?

You better bust that if you gon' pull that

Where the fuckin' hood at?!

No one's fuckin' with me, nigga, for real

I am the hood, I am the streets

You bitch-ass nigga!

Take it how you want, motherfucker

I'm in the hood all day

I think I'm like the only nigga, dog, that can go to the projects

(School Street, Home of the Brave)

By his fuckin' self and be good

Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my projects (Y.O.)

When the last time they seen dog (Not too long ago, baby)

Motherfucker!

Dee, waah, ugh… (Y'all niggas is homeless)

Kato… (Where the hood at?)

Dogs Out lyrics - DMX

This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to

The streets, this is dedicated to

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

It's just D

And the dog is out

Started gettin a little too big for the cage that I been trapped in

Cats new it was a problem, went from robbin to rappin

Guns got the clappin, another trip to the morgue

We all know why it's happenin, another bit by the dog

When there's nothin left to eat, I ate away at my soul

Felt destructive cause I don't give a fuck if I go

I know y'all been told I don't give a fuck about livin

Killin other dogs got you cats chasin Pigeons

Got me itchin to bring back the beast from within

What I catch I'mma eat, in the streets I'mma win

I've been top dog and I'mma stay top dog

So what the fuck you got to say dog?

You cats play games that dog ain't with

Suck my dick, behind my back dog ain't shit

Well this is it, from now on if you ain't out the camp

We out to vamp, put 'em up against the champ

You bitch

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

It's just D

And the dog is out, c'mon c'mon

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

It's just D

And the dog is out, c'mon c'mon

I don't think you cats see too clearly

If it ain't that you must be deaf, cause y'all niggas don't hear me

But I know I got you scared to death

How many other niggas you know when you see 'em make you hold your breath?

All a nigga did was take a pause

Did a couple of movies and you thought this whole rap shit was yours?

Stop being greedy, when was the last time you gave to the needy

Believe me, I run through niggas like hallways with the cops behind

Give it to a nigga all day cause I pops the nine

Man listen, if you don't wanna see your man missin, man listen

I get dough like a nigga in a up north flick

And still roll like a nigga on some up north shit

The way dog flip out, cats'll never understand

Niggas be like "X I thought I was your man!"

Not!

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

It's just D

And the dog is out, c'mon c'mon

This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to

The streets, this is dedicated to

My dogs is dogs that love to brawl

Bring as many as you got cause we gon fuck 'em all

Dicksucked in the hall

The same shorty thats puttin any work on her knees

I'm duckin her call

A dog is a dog is a dog for life, dog been a dog, dog in your wife

I got kids this age

But let 'em keep talkin slick and I'm gon put somethin hot up in his ribcage

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf

It's just D

And the dog is out, c'mon c'mon

When the dog is out, bitch ass niggas get bit or fucked

One or the two, and I'm not Ja Rule

Feel me? Aight

Get It On The Floor lyrics - DMX (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[DMX:]

Let's get it on

[Swizz Beatz:]

We don't give a what what

We don't give a what what

[Swizz Beatz (DMX):]

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

Now you can ride to this motherfucker

Bounce to this motherfucker

Freak to this motherfucker

(Let's get it on)

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

[DMX:]

Once again it's the darker nigga

Hit or spark a nigga, break apart a nigga

But the dog is bigger, under stress

So unless you're wantin' to bless to the chest

With slugs from the Smith and Wess, rest

Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga

Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga

My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way

You don't know, fuck it, find out the hard way

A nigga's job is never done, I handle my business how it come

And there's never been a one on one

There hasn't been a problem, I dissolve 'em like salt

Lock it up like a vault whenever wreck is caught

And it's my fault, keep niggas on point duckin' down

Niggas like you need to get bust, you fuckin' clown

I extort to support my peeps

And hold down the fort, never get caught, 'cause I creeps, nigga!

[Swizz Beatz (DMX):]

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

Now you can ride to this motherfucker

Bounce to this motherfucker

Freak to this motherfucker

(Let's get it on)

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

[DMX:]

I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go

Should I play that low for what I did the other day

They on their way to flow got me strikin' this random

I can't stand 'em, fake-ass niggas wantin' to be the Phantom

Lookin' over my shoulder, 'cause it's colder than it was

And extort shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz

And the buzz from the saw, wit' the chain to your brain

Will turn that big nigga to a fuckin' stain

The pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute

But I'm gon die by it 'cause I'm like knee-deep in it

And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit?

'Cause when you look in my face, you see that hard shit!

'Cause I done been to Hell and back I ain't wi't sellin' crack

I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him wit' a shell up in his back

On the real just to show proof, hit the GWB

And blow the whole roof off the toll booth, bitch ass nigga!

[Swizz Beatz (DMX):]

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

Now you can ride to this motherfucker

Bounce to this motherfucker

Freak to this motherfucker

(Let's get it on)

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

[DMX:]

When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I smoke 'em

I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke 'em

Up north niggas get the pick stuck up in 'em

And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in 'em

My M.O. is man-slaughter kid

'Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did

Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done

A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1

But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight

Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night

To make moves again, stomp and bruise again

I know I'm goin' to Hell, 'cause I choose to sin

All my motherfuckin' life I been the Devil's advocate

Now niggas never even knew the Devil had a kid

But he does; and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw

You'll know why I'll split your motherfuckin' brains for!

[Swizz Beatz (DMX):]

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go

Now you can ride to this motherfucker

Bounce to this motherfucker

Freak to this motherfucker

(Let's get it on)

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

Get it on the floor

Get it, get it on the floor

[Swizz Beatz:]

Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'

Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'

You wanna start somethin', it's gon be somethin'

You wanna start somethin', it's gon be somethin'

Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'

Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'

You wanna start somethin', it's gon be somethin'

You wanna start somethin', it's gon be somethin'

Come Prepared (Skit) lyrics - DMX

Hi Sir

We [?]

So listen to me please

You ain't let nobody in my [?] fight

Nah, [?] hit at me

Fuck, that's on the list

Fuck that list, man

[?] Double MF

Oh shit!

Fucker, come here, get out of here

Yeah, what now?

Fucking knife to a gun fight, nigga?

[*shots*]

That's what you get for fucking with double R

Shot Down lyrics - DMX (feat. 50 Cent, Styles P)

[50 Cent:]

Over and over I done told ya, boy

I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, boy

And when you gon' get it in your brain?

The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain

[50 Cent:]

I be that youngin with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin'

I be that yougin on the run after I pop somethin'

In the Bible I read death is of the tongue

And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come

Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head

Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared

Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy

If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me

Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JD

Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me

See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas

They say ''Sak pase Nap boule'' and rob niggas

The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, what's with that?

See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat

And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar

I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers

X, what up? (Aight)

[50 Cent:]

You don't live that, you shouldn't say that

Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down

Throwin' your money around and we don't play that

Getting in our line'll get you shot down

We know where you hang, we know where you stay at

That bullshit you on'll get you shot down

Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

[DMX:]

Fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, think you playin' with?

Double R, G-Unit, the same old shit

Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit

All y'all niggas is pussy, suck my dick

Ain't nothin' but a handful of man still standin'

I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin"

Now we meet again, it's all good, my nigga

Back to the street again, it's all hood, my nigga

Knock on wood, my nigga, we both walk the dog

We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard

But once we got through the trials it's all smiles

'Til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild

Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?

I'mma make you remember where you know my name from

45th Street, and blaow-blaow Ave

I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

[50 Cent:]

You don't live that, you shouldn't say that

Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down

Throwin' your money around and we don't play that

Getting in our line'll get you shot down

We know where you hang, we know where you stay at

That bullshit you on'll get you shot down

Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

[Styles P:]

If your head ain't off of your shoulders

You ain't get shot, you got nipped nigga (just nipped)

Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone

It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)

Yeah, what the fuck is the problem?

The Porsche is red, the buckets is army

30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin

Niggas like me might rush your apartment

Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window

I smell murder every time that the wind blow

Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone

I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sell enough

You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough

I'm the one that flood the gutters

Better tap your man and let him know P'll love to cut his

And niggas is gettin shot down, two guns up

Double R, S.P., holdin' D Block down

[50 Cent:]

You don't live that, you shouldn't say that

Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down

Throwin' your money around and we don't play that

Getting in our line'll get you shot down

We know where you hang, we know where you stay at

That bullshit you on'll get you shot down

Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

Bring The Noize lyrics - DMX

I smell pussy!

I smell pussy!

I smell pussy!

I smell pussy!

I'mma take it back to the shit talkin' slick talkin'

Slap a nigga and call him my bitch and keep walkin'

HALF Y'ALL niggas is pussy

The other half of y'all niggas is fake thugs so please don't push me

If we was in jail you'll be in the bullpen under mad pressure

Leave you up on the stretcher nigga I'm gon test you try your hand

When they carry you out I'mma tie your man

But these cats ain't built like your killed like

Blood gets spilled like poke a nigga tonight

Bang bang ha! It hurts

The fuck you screemin' on me for I'm puttin' in work

We leave more bodies then the bloods and crips

This is how it's goin' down nigga thuggin' a bitch

Fuck a nigga wit we on the same bullshit y'all niggas on lets get it on

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise

Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys

Come on dog put away them toys

Cause I'mma put in a clip and you'll get yours

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise

Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys

Come on dog put away them toys

Cause I'mma put in a clip and you'll get yours

No matter how many cats he brought wit'um I'mma split'um

Hair raised on my back get low and hit'um

Stoped him dead in his tracks

Knowning damn well he don't mean what he said in his raps

Dogs don't know nothin' but bust that nigga

Dogs don't nothin' but fuck that nigga

Dogs don't know nothin' but suck my dick

When it comes to what happened dogs don't know shit

Did two years in one night

I popped two peers in one fight

Two ears in one light, aiight, aiight

That's what it is follow

Too many dick riding niggas wanna swallow

Follow my mans and them

And get popped with yo mans and them is what Im handin' them

It's hot things, drop things, stop things, drop things

Cook a nigga like hot wings

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise

Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys

Come on dog put away them toys

Cause I'mma put in a clip and you'll get yours

Been around the block did my dirt

Earl thorough as in thorough, put in work till it hurt

I've seen less pussy in a stripe club fuckin' with y'all niggas

Yes that means all y'all niggas

Most y'all cats don't know what ruthless means

Will you be able to survive the truth I've seen

Cats would'nt be alive if you was on my team

But the truth is the ride is rough ya mean

Got me like GOD what the fuck

Dog gon bang somebodys getting' stuck

Back up the truck jump right the fuck out on niggas

Empty the five out on niggas

Hush muthafuckas don't you cry

Dog gonna make sure that you die

Point blank range so the slug go through

Then I'mma hit yo crib and pop yo family too nigga!

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise

Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys

Come on dog put away them toys

Cause I'mma put in a clip and you'll get yours

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise

Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys

Come on dog put away them toys

Cause I'mma put in a clip and you'll get yours

Untouchables lyrics - DMX (feat. Sheek, Syleena Johnson, Infa-Red, Drag-On)

[DMX:]

Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is

Yah'mean? We untouchable baby

[Syleena Johnson:]

I keep my song in my soul

Blessed my heart and made it go

Tops of our heads to tips of our toes

We're untouchable

Everyday the sun'll shine

Took this dream and made it mine

I'm gettin' down one thing that I know (WHAT!)

We're untouchable

[DMX:]

We built this Double R thing from the ground up

Another principle of when it's beef, niggas round up

Gettin' down like what nigga, YO!

That's all it takes and it's like, HERE WE GO!

Thorough type niggas that control the streets

Rollin' deep, holdin' heat, don't even think about sleep

When we creep, niggas goin' down for the count

It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out

C'mon fella, you don't want the dog with the camp

Not Old Yeller, a pit bull and dog is the champ

You know better, think about crossin' the line

Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9

Double R and we get down for life!

Let a nigga KNOW we can go down tonight

From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes

WHAAAAT! We untouchable, AIGHT?

Yea, WHAT!

[Syleena Johnson:]

I keep my song in my soul

Blessed my heart and made it go

Tops of our heads to tips of our toes

We're untouchable

Everyday the sun'll shine

Took this dream and made it mine

I'm gettin' down one thing that I know (WHAT!)

We're untouchable

[The Cross:]

Yeah, yeah, YEAH! Be strong

[The Cross:]

I represent the have and the have-nots

All the niggas with the weed spots

And all my niggas on them cell blocks

We gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E

You can't fuck with my army

My niggas is untouchable, eatin' niggas like Lunchable

.45 be crushin' you when the bullets be touchin' you

Paul bearers'll carry you

To the cemetery where your momma gon' bury you

Black suit be fittin' you nigga, I got hood degrees

Plus I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese

If you a runnin' man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees

Then it's me against the world, man against machine

S.D.T.S. – stick to my routine

My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible

Lawyers for my niggas who be sittin' in the Federal

Nigga, I'm untouchable

[Syleena Johnson:]

I keep my song in my soul

Blessed my heart and made it go

Tops of our heads to tips of our toes

We're untouchable

Everyday the sun'll shine

Took this dream and made it mine

I'm gettin' down one thing that I know (WHAT!)

We're untouchable

[Infa-Red:]

Lyrically I'm, untouchable

Infa-Red nigga, let's go

[Infa-Red:]

All I can know is 365 days of pain

My name, how to sell cocaine

And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof

I can aim and shoot down a plane

Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that

Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive

I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye

Give niggas a break, nah; I gotta chase mine

Don't wear your watch around me nigga I take time

Like niggas that them blue tried to like

I turn men to mice, canary yellow my ice

And Ruff Ryde on anybody, to be precise

But I handle my business like I'm supposed to

When you go in the precinct, that's the only time you see my poster

But I could post up and get rid of my pieces

Out in Cali sellin' rocks the size of Domino pizzas

I'm untouchable, nigga

[Syleena Johnson:]

I keep my song in my soul

Blessed my heart and made it go

Tops of our heads to tips of our toes

We're untouchable

Everyday the sun'll shine

Took this dream and made it mine

I'm gettin' down one thing that I know (WHAT!)

We're untouchable

[Sheek:]

Double R.. whoo! All day

Yo, aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy – yo, yo, yo

[Sheek:]

U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S

Sheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt)

Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best

Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car

Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar

Sheek heavy in the hood (uh-huh)

And I don't mean cause I gained weight in the hood (nah)

My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here?

Our hammer's cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair

Yeah nigga what? The new rap LeBron's here

Get 'em dog, we the new America's nightmare

And we don't say much, we just get it on

That's why we don't get touched, y'all like a dutch

Hands all on you, I'm tryna warn you

To stay in your place, so you don't get laced

And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face

[Syleena Johnson:]

I keep my song in my soul

Blessed my heart and made it go

Tops of our heads to tips of our toes

We're untouchable

Everyday the sun'll shine

Took this dream and made it mine

I'm gettin' down one thing that I know (WHAT!)

We're untouchable

[Drag-On:]

Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!

You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, I'm back on the grind

I'm back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine

I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines

I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind

I spit in your eye like niggas is eatin, I'm splittin' the pies

Frank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mine

Yeah, you get in my way I pity your moms

Yeah, my block is real, my niggas is armed

My borough is thorough, we bang with each other

I'm switchin' my diamonds and changin' the color

With change of weather, canary in the sun, uhh

I bury ya nigga then bury the gun, X whattup?

Me and you is untouchable (uh-huh)

We both had bricks they couldn't sniff cause the coke was uncrushable

Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"

You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye

[Syleena Johnson:]

I keep my song in my soul

Blessed my heart and made it go

Tops of our heads to tips of our toes

We're untouchable

Everyday the sun'll shine

Took this dream and made it mine

I'm gettin' down one thing that I know (WHAT!)

We're untouchable

Fuck Y'All lyrics - DMX

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

It's big dog baby gettin down like what

See I'm a thorough bread, I don't fuck wit much

Bloodline is where the pups at

They off the Grand Champ, yea what black

Don't nothin move less, dog say so

Cats clueless about the way it go

Off the chain I got at least 3 kills

Even though my last album only did 3 mil

I still give em chill cuz they feel dog

I can't help what it is, shit is real dog

You must have thought that it was a joke or somethin'

Now you done fucked around

And got your man choked for frontin'

Now hold up playa cuz I don't play those games

And don't ask me shit cuz I don't say no names

See what I know I'm taking to the fuckin' grave

So keep knockin cuz you ain't gettin a fuckin' thing

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Ay yo

Who we be was off the last joint

But now it's who we see and we forget the last joint

Cats ain't never walked like X

Even before Kool G Rap talked like sex

I've been around since at least 83

So ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hatin' me

Cuz I'm gon be here when you cats is gone

And other cats is on, another batch is born

Don't give a fuck about none of y'all

Fuck each and every one of y'all

Cuz I done done it all, been where ya at

Been where ya goin', then brought it back

I tried to tell ya about it but you wouldn't listen

Now I'm gonna take you to the hood cuz the hood will listen

I wish you woulda listened cuz then you woulda known

That it's only right to give a dog a bone

Bitch

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Aw Man

There are some things I can't stand

When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand

When a nigga follow cuz he actin like my man

Nigga might as well swallow cuz he actin like a fan

And I got balls like you do

Man I got Paul to pull through you

Stan don't they know how we do

Ear to the streets with our hearts to the people

Gots to give a little to get somethin back

And what you usually give see you ain't nothin black

But when you don't give then it won't last

His shit will disappear like wit a nigga that smoked fast

You'll get broke fast, that's the Lord's will

Hold up I think somebody's a the door, Shhh chill

You sit right there, I'm gonna answer that

Cuz when I finish poppin ain't nobody answerin back

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck all ya'll niggas (ay fuck you 2)

Ay yo fuck y'all niggas (man fuck you too)

Fuck it

Ruff Radio (Skit) lyrics - DMX

Yo, it's the DJ

Let's do play hip hop now

Placin over in the placin B

A shit in your dog

We know wanna do, yeah

You know...

What the...?

Fuck, man

What's goin?

Motherfucker, stop pimpin man

Shut the fuck up

Stop cagin niggas

Mmm Mmmm

Man, fuck...

Fuckin clown ass niggas, man

Is be takin over...

Ruff Ryder is to the joint

Hey yo, what the fuck is do over there?

It's not better what you talkin about

OOOW!

Fuck business

Fuck this niggas

Now we going talk business

We here nigga

Mmmmmm...

We takin the streets

OOOH!

We takin the halfway

In better, bitch that fucker!

Shut the fuck up

Listen

Mmmmmmmm...

It's the real Dee now, you heard me?

Oooh...

WE'RE BACK!

We're Back lyrics - DMX (feat. Eve, Jadakiss)

[*whispered*] Ruff Ryders ("They're BAAAACK!")

[DMX:]

This is what you're tellin me, okay

It all comes down to this huh? Okay

This is what you fuckin tellin me?

That this is it? Okay (GRRRRRRRRRR)

How many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled

Since you ain't got nuttin else to do but get killed

Been a fiend every since I found out how a slaughter taste

Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face

Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on

Collect my dough, make the fuckin hit and I'm gone

I ain't never gots to worry about the aim

Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain

BLAOW! One mo' time for good luck – for what?!

He was already dead, what the fuck?!

I be, breakin my shit up OFF in a nigga

When I don't see, nuttin but SOFT in a nigga

Fuckin coward, I wonder how it – feels

To have to look at your moms – squeal, after I hit her with the steel

Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up

Believe whoever I hit up, will never get up

Tell me, how it's goin down nigga

If I'm bein a fuckin clown nigga (yeah)

Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep a toast real close

In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts

Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat

That'll make any nigga, become a meal for the fuckin rats

There won't be nuttin left of money but a soupbone

Big Motherfuckin DMX from the group home

[DMX:]

Niggas don't mean what they say when they talk

Niggas lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Niggas don't mean what they say when they talk

Niggas lean a certain kind of way when they walk

[Eve:]

Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself

I was gonna make it happen, that's the way I felt

You know Philly never scared, play the cards we dealt

Doin it my way, you bitches strugglin for help

I hear your rumors and your so-called beefs

But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets

I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me

We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me

I hate to even be like this, y'all bring it out

To tell the truth it excites me, I scream it out

Sick wid'dit, ain't a bitch that can get wid'dit

Admit it, I'm that bitch you can't live wid'dit

And I'mma keep it comin long as I'm here

Pitbull, back at'cha neck, I'm hearin them cheer

E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm bout mine

Now I'm done wit'chu, fuck out my face, wastin my time

[Eve:]

Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk

Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk

Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk

[Jadakiss:]

Nahh! Uh, yeah, aiyyo

I got a wet haze, coke, and a p-blow block

But y'all still missin the point like a free throw shot

Get it? This ain't some'n you learn, this is some'n you earn

Turn it up and give me some'n to burn

That boy 'Kiss is a hell of a man

Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a helluva plan

Cause most dudes left the hood broke

A couple knew what they was doin, so they came back like good coke

Down South they'll tell you 'Kiss is good folk (that's right)

Up North I hit my niggas off with good smoke

Out West they ridin with me, now I'm back hard

I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard

Hated by many, confronted by none

I trust two guys, one's God, and one is my gun

Jada is the nice guy, 'Kiss is the monster

D-Block and Double R is my sponsor

[Jadakiss:]

Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk

Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk

Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk

[Jada:]

Fuckin cowards!

[DMX:]

Niggas can't be fuckin serious, y'all niggas pussy

Niggas pussy – y'all don't like it? BRING IT, BITCH!

Just a lil' some'n man, to let y'all know

To niggas know man, matter of fact

Matter of fact y'all niggas, excuse my back man!

Straight up y'all niggas, pardon my back!

I ain't got no rap for no sucka-ass niggas!

Five time motherfuckin champ!

Five times! BITCH! Touch that! Then holla back!

Motherfucker!

A nigga done had this rap shit

I'm out

Ruff Radio 2 (Skit) lyrics - DMX

[Man:] Are you gone mofuckin' play my shit?

[DJ:] Mmm Mmmammm

[Man:] Take that shit off

[Man:] You's gonna play tha shh... my shit

[DJ:] Yea, yea I'ma play

[Man:] Mothafuckin you stuttin

[Man:] What I see

[DJ:] Hold All The play everything...every song you have man

[Man:] Bad motahfucka imma put that shit on ya hands

[People laughing at DJ:] Ah ah ah ah

Rob All Night (If I'm Gonna Rob) lyrics - DMX

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Yeah!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Uh!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

Here we go again, fucking right (Yeah!)

Dark Man X baby, dog for life (Yeah!)

You know how this shit go, real dogs bite (Ugh!)

Bitch dog be like "AIGH, AIGH, AIGH"

OOH, this rap shit be getting kinda hectic (Uh!)

It's not a game and you cats don't respect it (Uh!)

Real shit's been neglected for far too long (What?)

Let's get it on! (C'mon!)

I drop off slugs like packages from UPS (Uh!)

But you run when you see X (Uh!)

Pull out the front when you see Tecs (What?)

BLAOW, the light is what you see next (Woo!)

Fuck who you listenin' to, I'm the baddest (Yeah!)

98% of this industry is faggots (Ugh!)

Stuart Little niggas don't want no static (Aight!)

When they say who shot J R it won't be Dallas

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Yeah!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Uh!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

Y'all niggas don't know how the dog livin' (What?)

No matter what I do, keep on winnin' (What?)

Can't stop me now, It's just the beginning' (What?)

Been in, gon' be there 'til the endin' (Ugh!)

In 2005 you gon' know (What?)

Stop, drop, open up shop, let 'em go (What?)

Hit 'em with the same flow, hit 'em with befo' (What?)

This time goin' around the back do' (What?)

Got me like "GOD!" you niggas is stupid

Took the drum track 4 bars, a horn and looped it (Ugh!)

The same shit you did to me, took what you did (Yeah!)

Got niggas movin', but not on some cute shit (Aight!)

Dog done did it again, uh uh (WHAT?)

Dog is in it to win, uh huh (WHAT?)

Dog bit a nigga and then, uh huh (WHAT?)

You thought dog was a friend? Uh uh (Come on)

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Yeah!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Uh!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

My niggas, some niggas that you don't wanna try (Ugh!)

But then again, I be that one to bust a nigga in his eye (Ugh!)

I don't give a fuck bitch all my niggas ready to die

Hit you with the things so you niggas ready to fly?

Knock! You don't want no more (What?)

Bring all ya got to even the storm (What?)

E5 is HOT? You want war? (War!)

Really don't know what you're askin' for (C'mon)

Listen lil man, don't do that

We all dogs over here, don't act like a cat

We're like untouchables, round table with a bat (Ugh!)

Stop at his chair then "Crack, crack, crack!"

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Yeah!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Uh!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Yeah!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (Yeah!)

If I'm lookin' for something' it's probably a fight (Yeah!)

If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight (Uh!)

If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon)

We Go Hard lyrics - DMX (feat. Cam'Ron)

"Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?"

[Cam'Ron:] Uhh, what's really good? X I'm in the buildin man, yea!

"Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?"

[DMX:] It's all, good, my, nigga

[Cam'Ron:] That's right, you know how we do dawg, "Pull It"

[Cam'Ron:] Y.O., Harlem, we back part two man, Dark Man where you at?

[DMX:] Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHH, UHHHH!!!

[DMX:]

Let's set this shit off, start this shit RIGHT

It's goin down to-night!

Dawg off the leash, dawg walks with heat

Dawg stalks the streets, in New York to eat

How many times do I gotta come through (YEA!)

Layin that thing down, puttin holes in you

You cats get it on the double, so stay the fuck

Out of my WAYYYY, you don't want no trouble (c'mon!)

We travel double far, to bring you trouble God

We rollin double hard, yea nigga Double R!

I don't know what you thought it was, but it's NOT

But I know that you caught the SLUGS, they was hot

Get the fuck off the block! (WHAT?) There's no more room

For bitch niggas (uhh) dawg I'm comin to get niggas (YEA!)

Lift niggas, out they boots, dust it

Cause I don't just walk around with them things to bust it

Uhh, we go hard!

Never mind what a nigga say – we go hard!

We gon' play how we wanna play – we go hard!

Man we do this shit all day – we go hard!

Motherfucker! Uhh, we go hard!

Never mind what a nigga say – we go hard!

We gon' play how we wanna play – we go hard!

Bitch, we do this shit all day – we go hard!

Motherfucker!

[Cam'Ron:]

Yo, I leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie

Fuck the dick-suckin-ass-lickin male groupies

Diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance

I'm cookin up coke, lookin for clients

I got the AK, SK, 40 cal

Scope red on your head still 40 thou' (40 thousand)

Worse than foul Nerf turf burstin blaow

Give the church my child, ask to nurture thou

Cause I've seen the hearses now

But if this was Gilligan's Island, Thurston Howell, wow

Look at his kicks, they worth a thou'

Isn't it sad, do what I say or wish that you had

Your Mrs get grabbed, stabbed up, you piss in a bag

Or worse than that, zipped in a bag

Broke to fractions, a division of math

From, Hollywood, shittin on Shaft, we go hard

Killa Killa Killa, Killa uh uhh

[DMX:]

KILLA!

X and Killer Cam, Dark Man X, once again – PULL IT!

Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHHHHHHH!

I just love how it's goin, Cam, X flowin

(GET AT 'EM DAWG) I'm already knowin

Step lightly around dawg (YEA!) I might be hittin town dawg (YEA)

You really tryin to get down dawg?

Only thing I can do with pussy is fuck it

And I would tell you to suck my dick but you might suck it

See y'all niggas the cat type (WHAT?)

You still a baby get your ass wiped (WHAT?)

Must I take a nigga's last stripe? (c'mon!)

Youse a bitch, now more bitch than a bitch

Still a bitch fuckin bitch, you been a bitch

Know how we do, run up, in a bitch

Peep the crib, run up, in it quick (yea!)

Everything breathin stops; only thing my niggas is leavin

Is shots, you done got a nigga hot

Let me catch you on the block, bitch-ass niggas is cowards

Done fucked around and dropped the soap in the shower (C'MON!)

Uhh, we go hard!

Never mind what a nigga say – we go hard!

We gon' play how we wanna play – we go hard!

Man we do this shit all day – we go hard!

Motherfucker! Uhh, we go hard!

Never mind what a nigga say – we go hard!

We gon' play how we wanna play – we go hard!

Bitch, we do this shit all day – we go hard!

Motherfucker!

We 'Bout To Blow lyrics - DMX (feat. Big Stan)

[DMX:]

UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Yeah!!

Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)

Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)

[DMX:]

Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know

Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know

[DMX:]

I'm just gonna stick to the script cuz you know how that shit go

Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go

Get that shit yo, wrong or right me

Dog for life and its on tonight

Y'all niggas make money, money, money

My Niggas take money, money, money

Bloodline, get down cuz I love mine

I can put my life on the line at least one time

Cats don't know nothing, but show frontin

I'm a pump pump it up like Joe Budden

Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man

Tryna holla at shorty, you still tryna talk man

Sometimes niggas is worse than the bitches

So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches

Cats don't know who you fucking with

'Til you fucking with X and you stuck in shit

[DMX:]

Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know

[Big Stan:]

Yo Grease I need this beat, no disrespect

I just got some shit I need to get off my chest

Look around and I see the rap game is a mess

So many chromes, now they getting me vexed

Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit

Sounding the same, and it's a ma fucking shame

While lames think they flow so sick, getting excited

Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hov Virus"

BUT, let me fall back into character

B got so hot, never been an amateur

Ask the locals, Boy its Lo-Co

Never Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know

Check the history, started with the R's

Now I'm running with the line, four time, no mystery

Dog, tryna position me to get in the door

But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin it off

[DMX:]

Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know

[DMX:]

Dog, gonna be Dog, that's how I get down

Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down (AIGHT!!!)

Clowns ain't even built for the circus, I'm about to pop this nigga

(DOG, It ain't worth it)

TAHHHH, yeah you right, soon as your man make it dead at night

I'll be there, aight?? (then what??)

Everything stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

[Big Stan:]

None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground

I came to get down if you came to get down

Blow the pound up, niggas wanna what with us

Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust

That thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang

Dog get the word, it's a must that I bang

And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n thang

[DMX:]

Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)

Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know

Yeah! Come on man, ya niggas don't know what the fuck this shit is!

Gutter

Gutter

Gutter

Gutter

The Rain lyrics - DMX

Denver

Chicago

It's such a long, long train ride

It's such a long lonely ride back home

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

It's not that we gotta do what we do

It's what we know

So to me it ain't nothing but being true

But

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

It doesn't have to be the way it is

You say it is

Just because for the past 20 years

Everyday it is (WhAt?)

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

I won't even be able to walk out my front door

Without worrying about coming to conflict with the law

Cuz

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

If I follow him, they'll follow me

And I'll speak life into the words that you can see

Cuz

Now I know (c'mon)

Only I can stop the rain

We get away with it everyday shit

But everyday shit catches up with you

And when it does you can't say shit

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

If I don't, you will

What I won't, you still

What makes us feel like we gots to kill

When

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

How many more lives must we lose

How many more times must we choose

To trust these fools

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

If it ain't broke, don't fix it

I gave it to you straight, don't mix it

Twist it (what) up for some slick shit

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

I don't have to talk to it anymore

I don't have to walk to it anymore

I'm out the door (what)

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

I wanna find peace with the lord

I don't wanna find the peace with the sword

I can't afford to

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

When everyday of my life

Is just a constant fight

Between wrong and right

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

I thank you lord for my life

I thank you lord for keeping it loose when things got tight

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

Only I can stop the rain

Only I can stop the pain

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

Only I can stop the rain, stop the rain

Only I can stop the rain

Only I can stop the rain because the rain calls on me

Now I know

Only I can stop the rain

Only I can stop the rain

I'm out

Gotta Go (Skit) lyrics - DMX

What do you want?

Man, fuck, is that mode do you talk like that?

The fuck do you want?

What the fuck you here?

Are you still fucked that bitch?

Ain't nobody fucked that bitch, here we go with this shit again?

Are you still...?

NOOO! I don't fucked that bitch, what the fuck you here? Get the ass on

Liar! You are a liar!

Hey yo, what time you go home? I founded in all that fucking places, what the fuck you doin?

I'm going...to go send some money, the fuck do you want, leave me fucking alone, goodbye!

Hello?

Yo, what's up?

Nothing, what's going on? You alright?

I'm not alright right now, she's gotta crazy, wife thang...

She's coming out again?

She's bring the fuck out, I don't know, what the fuck is a problem?

I told you, he get deserved...

Hey yo, hold up, who is right? I'll be hold in a minute

(I'll be...)

I'll be take the doggy open

Aight!

Don't Gotta Go Home lyrics - DMX (feat. Monica)

[DMX (Monica):]

GRRRRRRRRRRR.. yeah

I mean we all men, we all men

We know how the shit go.. love one, fuck another

I mean, it is what it is, it is what it is

I mean, we knew what it was, when we became a part of it (yeahh)

Ain't no sense whinin about it now, feel me?

It's like

[Monica (DMX):]

There's something on your mind (WHAT!)

I can see right through you

I know your girl been treatin you wrong (YEA!)

But she ain't no good for you

Why do you hold it inside (UHH!)

Boy you should let me know

I just want to make you right

Wanna be the one you could cry on

[DMX:]

Baby, it's like I love my wife

But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight

You got time for a nigga, or is he still with you?

Wanna meet at the same spot, or should I come and get you?

Aight, I'll be there in 10, be in the front

I been gettin what I need so I'ma give you what you want

One-on-one, cause you know how to talk to Dog

You walk the dog and understand New York is hard, baby

[Monica (DMX):]

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight

You can stay right here with me

(Uhh.. I ain't goin nowhere)

(When you wake up I'm gon' be right there)

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

(I ain't worried about SHIT!)

You're here with me

(Look, it's like I love my wife)

(But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight, AIGHT?)

[Monica (DMX):]

It's kinda strange, that when you call (mmm)

She's never home

Now you're there all alone

And, you deserve so much more baby (WHAT!)

I can treat you better than she can (WHAT!)

It doesn't make sense

To keep on loving, and keep on trusting

When, in return all you get is nothing

[DMX:]

Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin it more

Never had a mis-tress dis-tressed before

Oh come on ma, like it ain't that deep

Like ain't no love there, like I don't hate that I gotta creep

We go to sleep in each others arms (YEA!)

And I feel like this is where I belong

If lovin you is right then I ain't wrong

This is the same ol' song, wife and fam

Gotta be a father and husband but I'm still yo' man, baby

[Monica (DMX):]

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight

You can stay right here with me

(Uhh.. I ain't goin nowhere)

(When you wake up I'm gon' be right there)

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

(I ain't worried about SHIT!)

You're here with me

(Look, it's like I love my wife)

(But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight, AIGHT?)

[Monica (DMX):]

This situation's getting critical (uh-huh!)

I watch so many tears fall (uh-huh!)

I know she's not what you want (uh-huh!)

So why you keep on holding on? (GRRRRR)

When I'm right here (WHAT!)

All you need to do is call (WHAT!)

Don't be afraid (YEA!)

Cause she won't know at, ALLLLLLLLL

[Monica (DMX):]

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight

You can stay right here with me

(Uhh.. I ain't goin nowhere)

(When you wake up I'm gon' be right there)

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

(I ain't worried about SHIT!)

You're here with me

(Look, it's like I love my wife)

(But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight, AIGHT?)

[Monica (DMX):]

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight

You can stay right here with me

(Uhh.. I ain't goin nowhere)

(When you wake up I'm gon' be right there)

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

(I ain't worried about SHIT!)

You're here with me

(Look, it's like I love my wife)

(But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight, AIGHT?)

A 'Yo Kato lyrics - DMX (feat. Magic, Val)

Uh

This should go out to my dawg Kato

Rest in piece baby

He's the kingpin

Dawgs that I called my friends

Praying for all my friends

Things I do for my friends

We miss you, Kato! Kato!

Started of two dawgs wit the the goals

Nuttin but two dawgs walkin the same road

Two different cultures, but had the same heart

Enjoyed seein the light, but lived in the dark

5th album bumped heads in the park a lot

Was a pride brother, didn't like to bark a lot

Came correct, when he came, he gained respect

So I gave respect, we shared the same respect

Two names in wreck now on the circles

Two brothers with good heart, but if you start, two brothers that will hurt you

You know how that dirt, hittin four corners

Earh! Earh! Earh! Earh!, right back upon us

God tried to warn us but sometimes we don't see

When I first heard I'm like "This can't be, y'all niggas is buggin

Got the wrong information or suttin, please tell me that these niggas is frontin

God No"

Dawgs that I called my friends

Praying for all my friends

Things I do for my friends

We miss you, Kato! Kato!

Dawgs that I called my friends

Praying for all my friends

Things I do for my friends

We miss you,(We miss) Kato! (you) Kato! (Kato)

Dawgs that I called my friends

(We Miss) Praying (You) for (Kato) all my friends

We miss you,(We miss) Kato! (you) Kato! (Kato)

If its ok, let me kick it wit you for a minute

There left unsaid dawg we wasn't finished

Never got to say thank you for bein a friend

Dawgs! for Life! and you, will role to the end

Held dawg down didn't let a day go by

Everytime dawg came to the shy (what!)

I was good, trips out to Phoenix with the scrambling squad

If I come back to Phoenix I'm like, damn its hard

To accept the fact (Uh), that you won't be comin back (Uh)

But I hope your comin back (Uh), cause I won't accept the fact (Uuhh!)

When you came to New York, You had to come to the crib

And vise-versa (Yeah!), that's just how we did

Remote-contol cars (What!), we would race all day

It was adventure, we would chase all day (Yeah!)

So I'm not gon say good-bye ma nigga (uh uh)

Instead I would rather (Rather) focus on the time we spent together

That's what matters (for real)

Dawgs that I called my friends

Praying for all my friends

Things I do for my friends

We miss you, Kato! Kato!

Dawgs that I called my friends

Praying for all my friends

Things I do for my friends

We miss you,(We miss) Kato! (you) Kato! (Kato)

Dawgs that I called my friends

(We Miss) Praying (You) for (Kato) all my friends

We miss you,(We miss) Kato! (you) Kato! (Kato)

I need you to save me a spot next to you and the Lord (Aight)

I don't know when I'm comin but keep checkin the door (Aight)

But while I'm here, knock on wood

I'll make sure your kids remember who they farther was and Val is good (aight!)

Understood how real niggas move, we don't talk (We don't talk)

But you gon' always have family in New York, believe that (Yeah)

Where you at you can see that

We dawgs for life and in death and I mean that, Vato

Dawgs that I called my friends

Praying for all my friends

Things I do for my friends

We miss you, Kato! Kato!

Dawgs that I called my friends

Praying for all my friends

Things I do for my friends

We miss you,(We miss) Kato! (you) Kato! (Kato)

Dawgs that I called my friends

(We Miss) Praying (You) for (Kato) all my friends

We miss you,(We miss) Kato! (you) Kato! (Kato)

Yo

Where The Hood at is bangin right now man

That was your favourate joint baby (We miss you Kato)

Its goin just like we thought it would baby

(We miss you Kate) Ye

(We Miss you Kato)

I'll always love you K

Thank You lyrics - DMX (feat. Patti LaBelle)

[DMX:]

Uh! (Our father) I'm a talk this (Who art in heaven)

Start walk this

[DMX:]

In the name of Jesus

I can have everything good of the earth be given to me by him

In the name of Jesus

There would be never be a time that I have to fight the devil and I cannot win

In the name of Jesus

I lose all strong holds that the devil had over my life

In the name of Jesus

When I save a thousand two or save ten

So I thank the lord for my wife

In the name of Jesus

I want to thank you what you showed me what you told me

In the name of Jesus

I want to thank you for your love and watchin over me

In the name of Jesus

I don't have to, go through what I went through anymore

In the name of Jesus

I don't have to (What!) now that I got you in my life ever more (Come on!)

[Patti LaBelle:]

I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh

Without you

[DMX:]

In the name of Jesus

You gave me the book, so now I just look when I need the word

In the name of Jesus

You took, a crook, gave him a new look now he speaks the word

In the name of Jesus

It don't matter what we did tell it to the lord and he forgives

Whatever it was right or wrong

I'm a catch up with the herd then I'm comin home

In the name of Jesus

I ran away for far too long starve too long

In the name of Jesus

Where people perish for lack of knowledge

They all too strong let's get it on

In the name of Jesus

I realize I'm a sinner

I repent my sins and right this moment am a beginner

Baby in the spirit, let me go

In the name of Jesus please let me go!!!! (Come on!)

[Patti LaBelle:]

I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh

Without you

[DMX (Patti LaBelle):]

I gotta say what's on my mind (Say what's on your mind)

You saved my life a thousand times (Saved a thousand times)

Gave me a dream that came to be

Opened my eyes so I could see

[DMX and Patti LaBelle:]

I had my ups and had my downs

Until you turned my life around

And I want the whole world to see

They don't know what you mean to me

[DMX:]

In the name of Jesus

All praises due to the shepherd watchin the flock of sheep

In the name of Jesus

Ain't even about where I'm steppin

You watch in the dark when I'm sleep

[Patti LaBelle:]

I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh

Without you

[Patti LaBelle:]

What you want, sing!

The Prayer V lyrics - DMX

Let us pray

Father thank you for makin' me righteous and accepted through the blood of Jesus

Because of that I am blessed and highly favored by you

I am the object of your affection, your favors surround me as a shield

And the first thing that people come in contact with is my favor-shield

Thank you that I have favor with you and man today

All day long, people go out of their way to bless and to help me

I have favor with everyone that I deal with today

Doors that were once closed are now open for me

I receive preferential treatment and I have special priveledges

I am God's favorite child

No good thing will he withhold from me

Because of God's favor my enemies cannot triumph over me

I have supernatural increase in promotions

I declare restoration of everything that the devil has stolen from me

I have honor in the midst of my adversaries, and an increase of assets

Especially in real estate and an expansion of territory

Because I am highly favored by God I experience great victories

Supernatural turnarounds and miraculous breakthroughs; in the midst of great impossibilities

I receive recognition, prominence and honor

Petitions are granted to me even by ungodly authorities

Policies, rules, regulations and laws are changed and reversed on my behalf

I win battles that I don't even have to fight because God fights them for me

This is the day, the set time, the designated moment for me to experience the free favors of God

That profusely and lavishly abound on my behalf

In Jesus' mighty name we have prayed

Amen, and Amen

On Top lyrics - DMX (feat. Big Stan)

[DMX:]

Uhh.. yeah, uhh

Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh – WHAT!

[DMX (Big Stan):]

We gon' make these cats (WHAT!) STOP!

Why they waitin to (WHAT!) GO!

We gon' keep it (ON TOP!) ON TOP!

Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO!

[DMX:]

Song ain't a song without X and the B.S

Earl, Stan – initials E.S

About to shut it down, y'all don't see this?

Oh my God (WHAT!) Y'all don't see this?

Started with a little, raising the pups

Now I'm a home-run hitter, we raising our cups

Toastin, to all the roastin we done (UHH)

Bite hard, done bit hard but don't run (UHH)

My dogs is dogs with official +Bloodlines+

Cats want – mine? X Blood-line?

Oh you tryna get hit in the HEAD one time

Straight to the body with the whole .29 (WHAT!)

It's gon' be whatever it's gon' be (UHH!)

And I'm gon' see whatever I'm gon' see (UHH!)

And I'm gon' do whatever I'm gon' do

So if it's fuck me nigga, then FUCK YOU too! (C'MON!)

[DMX (Big Stan):]

We gon' make these cats (WHAT!) STOP!

Why they waitin to (WHAT!) GO!

We gon' keep it (ON TOP!) ON TOP!

Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO!

[Big Stan (DMX):]

Off the chain I'mma run through, walk through, gun do haunt you

A gun puts a spark through, no tellin what the hawk do (WHAT!)

Only speak for me, no tellin what the Dog do

(Dog do what the fuck Dog do, shit!)

Yo' crew leave it alone (uh-uh!)

You got your eyes on the bone? (uh-uh!)

Can't keep your eyes of the throne? (Go on now)

With that shit you did (man, c'mon now!)

I'm gettin sick of niggas fuckin with D

You fuckin with D? You fuckin with me

You fuckin with me? You fuckin with X

Fuckin with X? You fuckin with a softball-sized hole up in your vest

And the rest? (WHAT!) Ain't nothin to rap about

Ain't no ("I ain't mean it!") when the strap is out

Ain't no ("Yo, sorry!") when the rats is out

Cause the rats don't know shit but POINT MONEY OUT! (UHH!)

[DMX (Big Stan):]

We gon' make these cats (WHAT!) STOP!

Why they waitin to (WHAT!) GO!

We gon' keep it (ON TOP!) ON TOP!

Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO!

[DMX:]

School Street, Moulfred, Whitney Young

Been there, lived there, now it's become

A place where the face I'm not familiar with

These new cats done got me on some "I'MA KILL YOU SHIT!"

[Big Stan:]

And I remember when you came through flyin, a 1-2-9

Scooped ya man up and he signed to the 'Line

I got a deal, shit I'm still in the grind (WHAT!)

Got the steal, cause shit is still on my mind

[DMX:]

You gots to watch niggas that you talk to

Cause sometimes they talk to you funny, whassup wit'chu money?

Oh you think it's sweet? My name must be Honey

Funny, 'til you leave with your head bloody

[Big Stan:]

And what he gon' do when a 6-foot-3

430-pound motherfucker come through? (WHAT?)

NOTHIN! (C'MON!) Breathe easy!

When cats talk slick dogs get GREASY!

[DMX (Big Stan):]

We gon' make these cats (WHAT!) STOP!

Why they waitin to (WHAT!) GO!

We gon' keep it (ON TOP!) ON TOP!

Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO!

[Big Stan:]

WHAT!

[DMX:]

Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO!

Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO!

X Gon' Give It To Ya lyrics - DMX

Urr-Urr

Yeah, uh, yeah (grr), yeah, uh (Grr)

Yeah, don't get it twisted

This rap shit is mine, motherfucker!

It's not a fuckin' game

Fuck what you heard! (Grr)

It's what you hearin' (It's what you hearin')

It's what you hearin' (Listen)

It's what you hearin' (Listen)

It's what you hearin' (Listen)

X gon' give it to ya (What?)

Fuck waitin' for you to get it on your own

X gon' deliver to ya (Uh)

Knock knock, open up the door, it's real

With the non-stop, pop pop of stainless steel

Go hard, getting busy with it (Ooh)

But I got such a good heart

That I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it (Yeah)

Damn right, and I'll do it again (Yeah)

'Cause I am right so I gots to win (Uh, uh, uh)

Break bread with the enemy (What?)

But no matter how many cats I break bread with

I'll break who you sendin' me (Yeah)

You motherfuckers never wanted nothing (Uh, uh, uh)

But your life saved, bitch, and that's on a light day (Give up)

I'm getting down, down like a nigga said "Freeze!" (Uh)

But won't be the one ending up on his knees

Bitch please, if the only thing you cats did

Was came out to play, stay out my way, motherfucker!

First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll

Then we let it pop, go, let it go!

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll

Then we let it pop, go, let it go!

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

Ain't never gave nothing to me (Yeah)

But every time I turn around

Cats got they hands out wantin' somethin' from me (Uh, huh)

I ain't got it, so you can't get it (Yeah)

Let's leave it at that 'cause I ain't with it (Yeah)

Hit it with full strength (What?)

I'm a jail nigga, so I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen

You against me, me against you (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Whatever, whenever, nigga, fuck you gon' do?

I'm a wolf in sheep's clothin' (What?)

Only nigga that you know who can chill

Come back and get the streets open

I've been doin' this for 19 years (What?)

Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears (Fuck)

I put in work, and it's all for the kids (Uh)

But these cats done forgot what work is (Uh, huh)

They don't know who we be, looking

But they don't know who they see, nigga

First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll

Then we let it pop, go, let it go!

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya (Come on)

First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll

Then we let it pop, go, let it go! (Come on)

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

Ay yo, where my niggas at?!

I know I got them down in the game

Give 'em love and they give it back (Ooh)

Talk too much for too long (What?)

Don't give up, you're too strong (What?)

Dub to the wild wild hunneds (Yeah)

Shout out to niggas that done it (Come on)

And it ain't even about the dough (Uh, uh, uh)

It's about getting down for what you stand for, yo, for real!

First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll

Then we let it pop, go, let it go! (Come on)

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya (Come on)

First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll

Then we let it pop, go, let it go! (Come on)

Come on, X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya (Come on)

First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll

Then we let it pop, go, let it go! (Come on)

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya

X gon' give it to ya (Uh), he gon' give it to ya (Come on)

Come on

Uh, uh, come on

The Great Depression (2001)

• Sometimes
• School Street
• Who We Be
• Trina Moe
• We Right Here
• Bloodline Anthem
• Shorty Was Da Bomb
• Damien III
• When I'm Nothing
• I Miss You
• Number 11
• Pull Up (Skit)
• I'ma Bang
• Pull Out (Skit)
• You Could Be Blind
• The Prayer IV
• A Minute For Your Son
• Next Out The Kennel
• Problem Child (Hidden Track)
• Usual Suspects 2 (Hidden Track) 

Sometimes lyrics - DMX

[DMX:]

Sometimes I wonder what life's about

Sometimes I wonder why the lights are out

Sometimes I wonder why I like to shout

Sometimes I wonder what the lies are 'bout

Sometimes I see things I shouldn't have seen

Sometimes I wonder why I'm a hood and a fiend

Sometimes I look at what I've become and cry

Sometimes I get on that bullshit and be ready to die

Sometimes a nigga that's your man might get it

Sometimes even though it's sweet, if you ain't with it

Sometimes the pain is too much to bear

Sometimes it rains too much to care

Sometimes if you don't watch your back it'll cost you

Sometimes you wonder who would give a fuck if they lost you

Yet sometimes the sun shines around the clock

But sometimes it's dark, and Hell is hot

School Street lyrics - DMX

Grrrrrrr.. uh, uh, uh, YEAH!

UHH! Fourth motherfuckin time baby (WHAT?)

Out the gate! (uh-huh)

You motherfuckers can't be serious (you can't be serious)

You thought I'd let you have this shit (WHAT?)

YOU THOUGHT THIS RAP SHIT WAS YOURS? (UH-UH! Uh-uh!)

You motherfuckers done lost your mind (uh-huh)

For real – get the fuck outta here with that bullshit

I'm about to let y'all niggas know, how it's goin dizzy baby

Uhh, uhh, UHH, UHH, UH!

School Street, School Street, home of the brave

Suckers actin like they want it, ends up in the grave (c'mon!)

I'm DMX but my, name ain't Dave (uh)

Step to my title and I'll crash yo' wave

Building #80 (uh-huh) used to L-I-V-E (uh-huh)

Come through on the, late night tip and you could see me (uhh!)

Coolin with D-Nice and Box, my man (WHAT?!)

M.R., my number one fan (WHAT?!)

Small Paul, Mike Lou, native New Yorkers

Chase a.k.a. Kenny, and Chuckie Walters (UH!)

Black Shawn, Black Tim and Black Darren (woo!)

Black Tyrone, Black Al and Black Baron (woo!)

Rob and Carlos, Jersey and Dink (UH!)

James Weldon with the, cuban link (c'mon!)

Little Nick, Tony Koch, and Ollie (uh-huh)

Remember Dre, the one that used to fuck wit Holly (yeah!)

Abby and Blue, B-Boyin Shawn

Bill Smith, Nick Bird, Scoop and Shawan (UH!)

Can't forget Long, Paris, Tone and Donny (WHAT?!)

Adman to Steve, Fat Reggie, and Ronnie

Black Lonnie, D-Mack, and Michael

[*BLAM*] Ha ha! A.K.A. Psycho (WHAT?!)

Me and Nick Styles used to get piles of cash (c'mon!)

My man Reg kept a jammy in the stash (c'mon!)

Aiyyo Flocko, Doug and Jerome (uh-huh!)

It won't be long before Ice comes home

Nate Karasha, Bin, Buck

G's, Bashir, don't give a fuck! (WHAT?!)

Little Joe, kickin like Chuck Norris (WHAT?!)

Most of all I can't forget my man Forrest (WHAT?!)

Fourteen K Alfie, Bubbles Bo (UH!)

Ralph (?), Smooth and Derenzo (WHAT?!)

The old school with Money Mark and Red Mack (yeah!)

Kool Breeze, Dry Kool, and Kangol Jack (uh-huh!)

David Earl, Jeff Kato, and Dylan

Peace to Mike Coleman (WHAT?!) heard the brother's chillin (woo!)

Little niggas, like Big Joe and Nutty

Eighty-eight Dave Dan, the Peanut gettin money

Tweety Bird, Big Monty and Docky (UH!)

His brother Chico Red Mask Brother Hockey (UH!)

Gots to give a shoutout, to the deceased (aight?)

Little Monty and Paso, rest in peace

Yo I remember all that, cause I was there

School Street got shit sewn up all the way to the square (WHAT?!)

No one would dare even, stop to stare (UH!)

Cause they know we don't care and we don't play fair (UH-HUH!)

Yeah, School Street is schoolin (WHAT?!)

Fuck what you heard, nigga, School Street duelin (WHAT?!)

Who you think you foolin you'll end up in yo' grave (c'mon!)

Fuckin with School Street, home of the brave (woo!)

Motherfucker, now you know

Where I'm from... where it's at

WHAT?! Motherfucker get the gat!

[*rapid gun blasts*]

Bitch-ass nigga. Home of the brave! [*BLAM*]