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

1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause 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?)
Metal slabs with tags on toes it's
What to those that (Uh!)
to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man
But yo, we only get (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only longer
Get the on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) time for shit to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, the door down
Know you schemin' so I to get you first
Put you right up in a new hearse
Could be (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this (Uh!)
The way I laid this
Played this
But thats I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas bitches (Uh!)
Then niggas in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a caught
Or should I say a nigga
Cause ain't nothing getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga
But thats just how be
I know that one day gon' try that shit wit me
But as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't 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
Most y'all niggas is 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 muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray the door
Fuck around on my name will be
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to (C'mon!)
When even up I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the
Get the out my face!
Parole before hit the board off
Bitches is but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to
Before the news to break, I got to take
I don't cause Jokers is cards
And cards are I pull
red with the clip full
No on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle
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, gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the bitches comin' all out them
One false move and moms'll read about them niggas
And wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of money
Throw your up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

2x

Outro: DMX & DJ

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