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

1: DMX

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

DMX

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

2: DMX

Plenty of know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I down the door
around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When up north I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the off
is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, to break
Before the to break, I got dudes to take
I don't cause Jokers is cards
And are what I pull
Infra red the clip full
No leash on the (Ha ha!)
That shit is hot like the wax off a candle (C'mon!)
But how I shit
Is to dismantle (C'mon!)

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

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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