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When I creep
Niggaz is see
Just like (Uh!)

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin there ain't much that the dead can say
as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the
Desert Eagle packin the (What?)
slabs with yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to that (Uh!)
Chose to be and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're is only gettin longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the down
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you right up in a new hearse
be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave nigga
Two couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid nigga
Played this
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin niggaz out in pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' at? (Whoo!)
Cripple niggas switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a sport (Aight!)
Triple what a thought
But just how shit be
I that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You stoppin shit
And ain't a motherfucker shit

DMX

If it ain't it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

2: DMX

Plenty of niggaz dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty through 'em
Cause ain't none of muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
I spray down the door
Fuck around on my name will be
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When up north I put niggas to waste
So you stop the violence?
Get the out my face!
before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin but I with the sawed off
I got to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is
And cards are what I
Infra red with the clip
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

Like Popeye when Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz the tape at the finish line
your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in (Aight!)
And the bitches all out them niggaz
One false and their moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be without them
Matter of fact, I'm of talkin money
Throw joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

(DJ Clue!)
won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what fuckin with these would be
The Part 2!
Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! up!)