Yo yo, the dog is here
Yo yo, the dog is here
Yo yo, the dog is here
Yo yo
Where the East Coast at? (Come on)
Where the West Coast at? (Come on)
Where the Midwest at? (Come on)
Where the Dirty Dirty at? (Come on)
Where the East Coast at? (Come on)
Where the West Coast at? (Come on)
Where the Midwest at? (Come on)
Where the Dirty Dirty at?
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
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
Yo, yo, yo yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo yo, yo
Once it's on, I come though, guns is drawn
(Blap blap) lungs is gone, sons will mourn
From dusk 'til dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog
On the street past midnight, look for 'em in the morgue
I 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 they all hardheaded 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 things a real 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)
Yeah, this is for my dogs, this is for my dogs
Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog)
From then 'til now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon' roll like them cats 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 (come on)
Where the hood at?
It's all good
It's all good, dog is the hood (I am the hood)
It's all good, dog is the hood (I am the streets)
It's all good, dog is the hood
It's all good, dog is the hood (take it how you want, mother)
It's all good, dog is the hood (I'm in the hood all day)
I think I'm like the only, dog
That can go to the projects he grew up in by his self and be good (School Street)
Yeah, ask on my project (Y.O.)
When the last time they seen dog (Y.O.)
Not too long ago, baby
D, Y, ugh
Kato (Where the hood at?)
DMX - The Best Of DMX Album Lyrics
DMX - The Best Of DMX Lyrics
Writer: Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean, Antonio M Hardy, Earl Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Its All Good
It's All Good
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
[Chorus]
It's all good
It's alright
F*ck all day
F*ck all night
Call my bitches, cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Yo
Chickens is good for plucking
So I'm stickin' bitches, f*ckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin'
I've done it all
From mackin' 2 hoes, on a three-way
Dominican hoes on B day
Country hoes in V-A
And they all say
The same about my game
It's tight
Thats why every night
A different group of bitches start a fight
Over some dick that they don't even own
All I'm givin' them is the bone
Blowin' up a niggaz phone
But ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone
Tryin' to do things
But turns into a cruel thing
Whats up girlfriend, you game?
No wonder why
When I leave at night
It's cause I theive at night
I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right
I f*ck they head up with some slick shit
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit
Make it some quick shit, but rip shit
Then I'm out, just like the trash on a thursday
Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day
[chorus]
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't
Ever gonna do
Like knowin' I'd f*ck the bitch that she was close to
Still gave up the ass and dough
She was supposed to
Pictures of bitches
And flicks of chicks
Videos with the baddest hoes, sucking dick
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong
And honnies can't help but get strong
Cause the game is too strong
I like 'em greedy
Black like edi
Eyes beady
Willin' to give to the needy
I done ran through 'em all
From around the way bitches
Outta state hoes
And even hitting gay bitches
All I tell 'em is "let me get that"
Then it's on
Knock her mothaf*ckin' boots
And then I'm gone
I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing"
Cause I leave that hoe with no dough
And plenty back pain
[chorus]
Bitches who get props
Cause they know who can get got
And they can get shot
By the way ya niggaz flip drop
Walk up in the spot
Knowin' what she want
Strictly
When hun wants the dickly
Hun comes and gets me
It's amazing
Does it get crazy
Known to be swayze
Cause thats daddy's baby
i keep them hoes in check
Like the government
Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick
Snd they lovin' it
Huggin' it
Like it's they best friend
Cause it is
Word to mix
F*ckin' with tricks is just biz
I deal with strictly dimes
Got 'em commitin' they first crimes
Cause she suckin' dick for the first time
And ain't no secret
'Bout how i freak it
When it's sleek it
Never knew how I peeped it
Then creeped it
That's how I know this must be that shit
I tell them bitches "i'll be back"
And they believe that shit
[chorus x4]
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
[repeat x4]
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
[Chorus]
It's all good
It's alright
F*ck all day
F*ck all night
Call my bitches, cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches
Yo
Chickens is good for plucking
So I'm stickin' bitches, f*ckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin'
I've done it all
From mackin' 2 hoes, on a three-way
Dominican hoes on B day
Country hoes in V-A
And they all say
The same about my game
It's tight
Thats why every night
A different group of bitches start a fight
Over some dick that they don't even own
All I'm givin' them is the bone
Blowin' up a niggaz phone
But ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone
Tryin' to do things
But turns into a cruel thing
Whats up girlfriend, you game?
No wonder why
When I leave at night
It's cause I theive at night
I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right
I f*ck they head up with some slick shit
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit
Make it some quick shit, but rip shit
Then I'm out, just like the trash on a thursday
Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day
[chorus]
Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't
Ever gonna do
Like knowin' I'd f*ck the bitch that she was close to
Still gave up the ass and dough
She was supposed to
Pictures of bitches
And flicks of chicks
Videos with the baddest hoes, sucking dick
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong
And honnies can't help but get strong
Cause the game is too strong
I like 'em greedy
Black like edi
Eyes beady
Willin' to give to the needy
I done ran through 'em all
From around the way bitches
Outta state hoes
And even hitting gay bitches
All I tell 'em is "let me get that"
Then it's on
Knock her mothaf*ckin' boots
And then I'm gone
I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing"
Cause I leave that hoe with no dough
And plenty back pain
[chorus]
Bitches who get props
Cause they know who can get got
And they can get shot
By the way ya niggaz flip drop
Walk up in the spot
Knowin' what she want
Strictly
When hun wants the dickly
Hun comes and gets me
It's amazing
Does it get crazy
Known to be swayze
Cause thats daddy's baby
i keep them hoes in check
Like the government
Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick
Snd they lovin' it
Huggin' it
Like it's they best friend
Cause it is
Word to mix
F*ckin' with tricks is just biz
I deal with strictly dimes
Got 'em commitin' they first crimes
Cause she suckin' dick for the first time
And ain't no secret
'Bout how i freak it
When it's sleek it
Never knew how I peeped it
Then creeped it
That's how I know this must be that shit
I tell them bitches "i'll be back"
And they believe that shit
[chorus x4]
Love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
I love my niggaz, but wheres my bitches?
[repeat x4]
Writer: KASSEEM DEAN, KENTON NIX, EARL SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
What These Bitches Want
[DMX] Uhh..
[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo
[DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin?
[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off
[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] Break em off, some..
[DMX]
Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches
Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?)
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH)
I f*ck with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shit
then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)"
[Chorus: Sisqo]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want.. (what you want)
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want..
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me!
(So what you want?)
[DMX]
There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh)
Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh)
About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!)
Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!)
Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?)
Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?)
were all treated fairly but yet and still
bitches is on some other shit now that I'm f*ckin wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?)
What the f*ck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
What the f*ck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[DMX]
Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH)
and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?)
And that's all they f*ckin with, but see these bitches don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep
wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
[Sisqo - singing over dub chorus]
X let me talk to em for a minute
Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be
a victim of my reality
Heard you callin me names, said I was trife
One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life
Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus x2 w/ Sisqo ad-libs]
[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo
[DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin?
[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off
[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] Break em off, some..
[DMX]
Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches
Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?)
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH)
I f*ck with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shit
then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)"
[Chorus: Sisqo]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want.. (what you want)
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want..
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me!
(So what you want?)
[DMX]
There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh)
Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh)
About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!)
Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!)
Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?)
Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?)
were all treated fairly but yet and still
bitches is on some other shit now that I'm f*ckin wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?)
What the f*ck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
What the f*ck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[DMX]
Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH)
and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?)
And that's all they f*ckin with, but see these bitches don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep
wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
[Sisqo - singing over dub chorus]
X let me talk to em for a minute
Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be
a victim of my reality
Heard you callin me names, said I was trife
One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life
Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus x2 w/ Sisqo ad-libs]
Writer: Mark Andrews, Tamir Ruffin, Earl Simmons, Phillip Witherspoon
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Get At Me Dog
(feat. Sheek of The Lox)
[DMX, (Sheek)]
(Yea I'm right here dog) Where my dogs at
(We right here dog) Where my dogs at
(I'm right here dog)
[DMX]
What must I go through to show you shit is real
And I ain't really never gave a f*ck how niggaz feel
Rob then I steal, not cause I want to cause I have to
And don't make me show you with the Magnum
If you don't know by now then you slippin
I'm on some bullshit thats got me jackin, niggaz 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
Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz
Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's rob this nigga
A novice nigga never made a sound
Breath too f*ckin hard like you gettin bust down
[Hook : Sheek (DMX)]
Yo, yo ya n...az wanna be killers (get at me dog)
Ya n...az wanna feel us (get at me dog)
Ya n...az want the real (Get at me dog)
[DMX]
Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal
[Hook]
[DMX]
Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal
Nowadays, Don't get to good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin niggaz
What you doin robbin niggaz, jerkin niggaz, stickin niggaz
Cause they deserve it; with money got murdered
They know we died slow if they heard it
The nigga there blew up the spot a while
and the mother f*cker ain't got shot in a while
And the stacks will light up, will f*ck the night up
blow everything in sight up
f*ck around and I'll have your ass right up
What makes you think, you wasn't able to stand
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and seems like I'm wastin time
I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin mine
I suck it all up like a sicka fly
Cause nowadays gettin' by, catchin ???, an occasional meal and
gettin high, I live to die, That's where I'm headed
let your man hold somthin, now it's all about you can get it
[Hook]
[DMX]
Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal
Well in the back wit ya faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathin but you dead from the waste down
The f*ck is on your mind? Talkin that shit that you be talkin
And I bet you wish you never got hit cause you be walkin
But shit happens and f*ck it, you would of did ya dirt
niggaz is wonderin how the f*ck you hid your skirt
Right under they eyes like a surprise to the guys
just one of their mans was a bitch in disguise
f*ckin with cats in order heads and slaughter more kids
Let me hollar at you all that wanna borrow the raw shit (ah-oh!)
Knahmean? I'm just robbin to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin the street
When we starve and we eat whatever's there
Come on you know the code in the street, whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, cause yo man couldn't walk
After the talk, heard him out at 1133 of New York
Transformin us niggaz so get it quick
You know for real that nigga can't f*ckin suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game
to barely move me, cause when I blow shit up
I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Ah, you know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggaz, it's like:
"Protected by viper, stand back"
What's that, a bunch of niggaz you was killas demented
f*ck y'all what me with this coward finish him descend it
[DMX, (Sheek)]
(Yea I'm right here dog) Where my dogs at
(We right here dog) Where my dogs at
(I'm right here dog)
[DMX]
What must I go through to show you shit is real
And I ain't really never gave a f*ck how niggaz feel
Rob then I steal, not cause I want to cause I have to
And don't make me show you with the Magnum
If you don't know by now then you slippin
I'm on some bullshit thats got me jackin, niggaz 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
Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz
Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's rob this nigga
A novice nigga never made a sound
Breath too f*ckin hard like you gettin bust down
[Hook : Sheek (DMX)]
Yo, yo ya n...az wanna be killers (get at me dog)
Ya n...az wanna feel us (get at me dog)
Ya n...az want the real (Get at me dog)
[DMX]
Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal
[Hook]
[DMX]
Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal
Nowadays, Don't get to good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin niggaz
What you doin robbin niggaz, jerkin niggaz, stickin niggaz
Cause they deserve it; with money got murdered
They know we died slow if they heard it
The nigga there blew up the spot a while
and the mother f*cker ain't got shot in a while
And the stacks will light up, will f*ck the night up
blow everything in sight up
f*ck around and I'll have your ass right up
What makes you think, you wasn't able to stand
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and seems like I'm wastin time
I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin mine
I suck it all up like a sicka fly
Cause nowadays gettin' by, catchin ???, an occasional meal and
gettin high, I live to die, That's where I'm headed
let your man hold somthin, now it's all about you can get it
[Hook]
[DMX]
Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal
Well in the back wit ya faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathin but you dead from the waste down
The f*ck is on your mind? Talkin that shit that you be talkin
And I bet you wish you never got hit cause you be walkin
But shit happens and f*ck it, you would of did ya dirt
niggaz is wonderin how the f*ck you hid your skirt
Right under they eyes like a surprise to the guys
just one of their mans was a bitch in disguise
f*ckin with cats in order heads and slaughter more kids
Let me hollar at you all that wanna borrow the raw shit (ah-oh!)
Knahmean? I'm just robbin to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin the street
When we starve and we eat whatever's there
Come on you know the code in the street, whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, cause yo man couldn't walk
After the talk, heard him out at 1133 of New York
Transformin us niggaz so get it quick
You know for real that nigga can't f*ckin suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game
to barely move me, cause when I blow shit up
I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Ah, you know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggaz, it's like:
"Protected by viper, stand back"
What's that, a bunch of niggaz you was killas demented
f*ck y'all what me with this coward finish him descend it
Writer: Anthony Field, Damon Blackmon, Earl Simmons, Sammy Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC., BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC., BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT
Whats My Name
This is the f*ckin shit I be talkin about
Half rappin' ass mothaf*ckers
You think it's a game? You think it's a f*ckin GAME?
Come on, uh, uh, uh
Come on, uh, uh
What'cha really want
What'cha really want, what
D-M-X, uh, uh
Come on, Ryde or die
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
What's my name? DMX and I be the best
You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest
One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit
That's gon get at you be f*ckin with your mind, stop talkin shit
Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you f*ckin with
Here we go again
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas?
I have no friends you still actin up
Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get f*cked
The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever
Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real
Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel
I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through
Whenever you try to creep through
[CHORUS x2]
D-M-X
If you want it we got it
Come and get it nigga we wit it
All you gotta do is set it baby
Ryde or die
What'cha niggas want, uh, uh
What'cha niggas want
You still playin games
You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name
That's how we do 'em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through 'em
Never comin' back
Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga
(alright)
No more deaths
Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left
Bust my gun
If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one
Dog for life
We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night
Stop drop
Open up shop (what?)
Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops
Ryde or die
What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye
[CHORUS x2]
Look at all these off brand niggas
Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's
That's that bullshit
Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit
I'm not a nice person
I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start cursin'
I stay flippin'
One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin'
That's my style
I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile
Suck my dick
And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick
Let's get it on baby
I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy?
I've lost my mind
And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time
[CHORUS x4]
D-M-X!
[CHORUS]
D-M-X!
Half rappin' ass mothaf*ckers
You think it's a game? You think it's a f*ckin GAME?
Come on, uh, uh, uh
Come on, uh, uh
What'cha really want
What'cha really want, what
D-M-X, uh, uh
Come on, Ryde or die
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
What's my name? DMX and I be the best
You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest
One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit
That's gon get at you be f*ckin with your mind, stop talkin shit
Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you f*ckin with
Here we go again
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas?
I have no friends you still actin up
Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get f*cked
The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever
Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real
Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel
I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through
Whenever you try to creep through
[CHORUS x2]
D-M-X
If you want it we got it
Come and get it nigga we wit it
All you gotta do is set it baby
Ryde or die
What'cha niggas want, uh, uh
What'cha niggas want
You still playin games
You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name
That's how we do 'em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through 'em
Never comin' back
Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga
(alright)
No more deaths
Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left
Bust my gun
If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one
Dog for life
We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night
Stop drop
Open up shop (what?)
Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops
Ryde or die
What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye
[CHORUS x2]
Look at all these off brand niggas
Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's
That's that bullshit
Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit
I'm not a nice person
I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start cursin'
I stay flippin'
One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin'
That's my style
I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile
Suck my dick
And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick
Let's get it on baby
I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy?
I've lost my mind
And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time
[CHORUS x4]
D-M-X!
[CHORUS]
D-M-X!
Writer: EARL SIMMONS, EDWARD HINSON, IRVING LORENZO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Party Up
Uh, uh
Woo
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here (uh)
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool (uh)
Up in here, up in here
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it's gonna be quick, aight?
All your mans that been to jail before, suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, done quick
How the f*ck you gon' cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, 9-1-1 shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit?
Y'all niggas remind me of a strip club
'Cause every time you come around, it's like (what?)
I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the f*ck you think you talkin' to
But I'm not him, aight, Slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue
Or maybe they just sayin' that now 'cause they miss you
Shit, a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here
Off the chain, I leave niggas soft in the brain
'Cause niggas still want the fame off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be f*ckin' with me, and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you thinkin' that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You whack, you twisted, your girl's a ho
You broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody know
Your own man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I'll never let her go"
I'm tired of weak-ass niggas whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them, f*ck is wrong with them?
They f*ck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it all on the strength of the hands with them, man
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here
I bring down rain so heavy it hurts the head
No more talkin', put him in the dirt instead
You keep walkin', 'less you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up Fed, y'all end up dead
'Cause you's a soft-type nigga (uh)
Fake up North type nigga (uh)
Puss like a soft white nigga (uh)
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brung out
Run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'm a keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth, I'm a blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest (uh)
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here (Hold up)
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street, street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside, motherf*cker
X is got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again (DMX)
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man X keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man X keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
All my streets they bouncin' again (ain't nothin' y'all can do)
Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz Swizz Beatz, we bouncin' again (ain't nothin' y'all can do)
Bouncin' again, and we bouncin' again
Double R, keep it comin' (ain't nothin' y'all can do)
Ain't nothin' y'all can do now
Woo
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here (uh)
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool (uh)
Up in here, up in here
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it's gonna be quick, aight?
All your mans that been to jail before, suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, done quick
How the f*ck you gon' cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, 9-1-1 shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit?
Y'all niggas remind me of a strip club
'Cause every time you come around, it's like (what?)
I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the f*ck you think you talkin' to
But I'm not him, aight, Slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue
Or maybe they just sayin' that now 'cause they miss you
Shit, a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here
Off the chain, I leave niggas soft in the brain
'Cause niggas still want the fame off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be f*ckin' with me, and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on that got you thinkin' that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You whack, you twisted, your girl's a ho
You broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody know
Your own man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I'll never let her go"
I'm tired of weak-ass niggas whinin' over puss
That don't belong to them, f*ck is wrong with them?
They f*ck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it all on the strength of the hands with them, man
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here
I bring down rain so heavy it hurts the head
No more talkin', put him in the dirt instead
You keep walkin', 'less you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up Fed, y'all end up dead
'Cause you's a soft-type nigga (uh)
Fake up North type nigga (uh)
Puss like a soft white nigga (uh)
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brung out
Run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'm a keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth, I'm a blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest (uh)
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here (Hold up)
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street, street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside, motherf*cker
X is got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again (DMX)
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man X keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
Dark Man X keep you bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce bouncin' again
All my streets they bouncin' again (ain't nothin' y'all can do)
Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz Swizz Beatz, we bouncin' again (ain't nothin' y'all can do)
Bouncin' again, and we bouncin' again
Double R, keep it comin' (ain't nothin' y'all can do)
Ain't nothin' y'all can do now
Writer: Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
X Gon Give It To Ya
Yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh) (grr)
Don't get it twisted
This rap shit is mine, motherf*cker
It's not a f*cking game
F*ck what you heard
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)
F*ck waiting 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 wit it
But I got such a good heart
That I'll make the motherf*cker wonder if he did it
Damn right, and I'll do it again (yeah)
'Cause I am right so I gots to win
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 motherf*ckers never wanted nothing (uh, what)
But your life saved, bitch, and that's on a light day
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 (come on)
Was came out to play, stay out my way, motherf*cker
First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go (what)
X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya, 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 wanting something 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, f*ck you gon' do?
I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing (what)
Only nigga that you know who can chill
Come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years (what)
Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears (what)
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
Ayy yo, where my niggas at?
I know I got 'em down in the game, give 'em love and they give it back (woo)
Talk too much for too long (what)
Don't give up, you're too strong (what)
Love to the wild-wild honeys (yeah)
Shout out to niggas that done it (come on)
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about getting down for what you stand for, yo, for real (uh-uh, uh-uh)
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)
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)
Don't get it twisted
This rap shit is mine, motherf*cker
It's not a f*cking game
F*ck what you heard
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)
F*ck waiting 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 wit it
But I got such a good heart
That I'll make the motherf*cker wonder if he did it
Damn right, and I'll do it again (yeah)
'Cause I am right so I gots to win
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 motherf*ckers never wanted nothing (uh, what)
But your life saved, bitch, and that's on a light day
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 (come on)
Was came out to play, stay out my way, motherf*cker
First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go (what)
X gon' give it to ya (uh), he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya, 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 wanting something 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, f*ck you gon' do?
I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing (what)
Only nigga that you know who can chill
Come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years (what)
Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears (what)
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
Ayy yo, where my niggas at?
I know I got 'em down in the game, give 'em love and they give it back (woo)
Talk too much for too long (what)
Don't give up, you're too strong (what)
Love to the wild-wild honeys (yeah)
Shout out to niggas that done it (come on)
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about getting down for what you stand for, yo, for real (uh-uh, uh-uh)
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)
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)
Writer: Kasseem Dean, Shatek King, Earl Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
We Right Here
[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Bring it! What?
We right here
We're not goin anywhere
We right here
This is ours and we don't share
We right here
Bring your crew cuz we don't care
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
One mo' time,
I gots to hit the streets off, make the streets talk
Let 'em know it ain't a sweet walk
This gone be
The only joint made this year that'll knock 'til 2003
And y'all gone see
That the hottest nigga out there, was, is, and will be me
Just like that
I can go away for a minute, do some other shit, but bounce right back
And when it's on
I'm comin strapped, with some shit that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn
And when you gone
Ain't no comin back in the morning, like that shit was a dream
Nigga you gone
That's for real
Creep niggas like a seal, totin steel, stick a nigga make him squeal
Oh my God
Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Here we go again
How many million did my last one sell? F*ck it, I'm goin for ten
It's never gone stop
And ever f*ckin time I hit you, it's goin straight to the
top of the charts
The champion
I'm a thoroughbred, my blood is strong, and I scratch 'til you done
Cross the line
And ain't no more scratches after that, straight up, niggas is dyin
Yo, what the f*ck
Is you cats doin runnin around like this, like you won't get stuck
Yo, that's my word
I stay givin it to niggas, and I stay not really being heard
But, y'all gone see
That the same things thou done to them, will be done to thee
And then you'll know
That sometimes though you come thru the front,
you leavin out the backdo'
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Bring the noise
And you better come with niggas you don't give a f*ck about,
Cuz you gone lose your boys
Cuz we don't play
And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin to say
Dog for life
Whether I'm on or off the leash I bite, streets are my life
Click click boom [gunshot]
Another life taken too soon, another mother had a funeral
Still waters run deep
And the pain is forever alive inside, makes it hard to sleep
But I keep goin, goin
Shit I'm always careful when I walk, I'm always seein, knowin
The dog gone live
Stay walkin the wire, over the fire, when I can I give
The dog is good
And how it's stayin dog gone f*ck with the hood
The dog f*ck with the wood
[Chorus x2]
[DMX]
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
[Repeat until fade]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Bring it! What?
We right here
We're not goin anywhere
We right here
This is ours and we don't share
We right here
Bring your crew cuz we don't care
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
One mo' time,
I gots to hit the streets off, make the streets talk
Let 'em know it ain't a sweet walk
This gone be
The only joint made this year that'll knock 'til 2003
And y'all gone see
That the hottest nigga out there, was, is, and will be me
Just like that
I can go away for a minute, do some other shit, but bounce right back
And when it's on
I'm comin strapped, with some shit that'll spit from dusk 'til dawn
And when you gone
Ain't no comin back in the morning, like that shit was a dream
Nigga you gone
That's for real
Creep niggas like a seal, totin steel, stick a nigga make him squeal
Oh my God
Those can't be the last words of ya man, damn ya man was so hard
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Here we go again
How many million did my last one sell? F*ck it, I'm goin for ten
It's never gone stop
And ever f*ckin time I hit you, it's goin straight to the
top of the charts
The champion
I'm a thoroughbred, my blood is strong, and I scratch 'til you done
Cross the line
And ain't no more scratches after that, straight up, niggas is dyin
Yo, what the f*ck
Is you cats doin runnin around like this, like you won't get stuck
Yo, that's my word
I stay givin it to niggas, and I stay not really being heard
But, y'all gone see
That the same things thou done to them, will be done to thee
And then you'll know
That sometimes though you come thru the front,
you leavin out the backdo'
Come on!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Bring the noise
And you better come with niggas you don't give a f*ck about,
Cuz you gone lose your boys
Cuz we don't play
And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin to say
Dog for life
Whether I'm on or off the leash I bite, streets are my life
Click click boom [gunshot]
Another life taken too soon, another mother had a funeral
Still waters run deep
And the pain is forever alive inside, makes it hard to sleep
But I keep goin, goin
Shit I'm always careful when I walk, I'm always seein, knowin
The dog gone live
Stay walkin the wire, over the fire, when I can I give
The dog is good
And how it's stayin dog gone f*ck with the hood
The dog f*ck with the wood
[Chorus x2]
[DMX]
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
[Repeat until fade]
Writer: EARL SIMMONS, MICKEY DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC CITY ASSOCIATES
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC CITY ASSOCIATES
Hows It Goin Down
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know
That Shorty at the club
Kind of cute so I was like what's up?
It's Sunday, we ain't got to f*ck
I'm a dog so you know I wanna f*ck
She stays wet like the ocean
Add that with the motion
Put that back we don't even need the lotion
Oh shit!
Ma (let's keep flowin)
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
You be something different
You ain't really be referent
Accept a nigga for who he really is
And get down with it is what it is
The hand is mine
So we gonna respect it
Alright motherf*cker
Watch your mouth
You don't know what this here's about
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
This bitch was like yerrrrr
I mean Shorty was like YEERRRR
Man, and in the bed I am a beast
She like
"I want you to f*ck me like you f*cked Keesh"
Not a problem
Got that all day
Bang bitches from Wahlberg to Broadway
Bang, bang
It's always the same
Damn, dog's off the chain
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
If this is gonna go
If we should let it go
Need to know
If this is gonna go
Maybe we should let it go
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know
That Shorty at the club
Kind of cute so I was like what's up?
It's Sunday, we ain't got to f*ck
I'm a dog so you know I wanna f*ck
She stays wet like the ocean
Add that with the motion
Put that back we don't even need the lotion
Oh shit!
Ma (let's keep flowin)
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
You be something different
You ain't really be referent
Accept a nigga for who he really is
And get down with it is what it is
The hand is mine
So we gonna respect it
Alright motherf*cker
Watch your mouth
You don't know what this here's about
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
This bitch was like yerrrrr
I mean Shorty was like YEERRRR
Man, and in the bed I am a beast
She like
"I want you to f*ck me like you f*cked Keesh"
Not a problem
Got that all day
Bang bitches from Wahlberg to Broadway
Bang, bang
It's always the same
Damn, dog's off the chain
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
How's it going down?
How is it going down?
Where are we going now?
I wanna know, I...
If this is gonna go
If we should let it go
Need to know
If this is gonna go
Maybe we should let it go
Writer: EARL SIMMONS, ANTHONY FIELDS
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT
The Rain
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Uh.. uh.. uh, uh, uh
[singing] 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 nuttin but bein true but
[singing] 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, every day it is
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I wanna be able to walk out my front door
Without worryin about comin in conflict with the law, cause
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
If I follow Him, they'll follow me
And I'll speak life into the word that you can see
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
We get away with everyday shit, but everyday shit
catches up to you and when it does you can't say shit!
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
If I don't, you will, when I won't, you steal
What makes it feel like we gots to kill?
[singing] 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?
[singing] 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 up on some slick shit
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I don't have to talk to it any more
I don't have to walk to it any more, I'm out the door [SLAM]
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I wanna find peace with the Lord
I don't wanna find a beast with the sword, I can't afford to
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
When every day of my life
Is a constant fight between wrong and right
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I thank you Lord for my life
Thank you Lord for keepin it loose when things got tight
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain
Only I can stop the pain, yeahh
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Only I can stop, the rain, stop, the rain, yeahh - WHAT?
... GRRRR, only I (only I) can stop (can stop) the rain (the rain)
Only I can stop the rain, cause the rain falls on me
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain
[thunderclap]
Uh.. uh.. uh, uh, uh
[singing] 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 nuttin but bein true but
[singing] 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, every day it is
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I wanna be able to walk out my front door
Without worryin about comin in conflict with the law, cause
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
If I follow Him, they'll follow me
And I'll speak life into the word that you can see
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
We get away with everyday shit, but everyday shit
catches up to you and when it does you can't say shit!
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
If I don't, you will, when I won't, you steal
What makes it feel like we gots to kill?
[singing] 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?
[singing] 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 up on some slick shit
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I don't have to talk to it any more
I don't have to walk to it any more, I'm out the door [SLAM]
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I wanna find peace with the Lord
I don't wanna find a beast with the sword, I can't afford to
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
When every day of my life
Is a constant fight between wrong and right
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
I thank you Lord for my life
Thank you Lord for keepin it loose when things got tight
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain
Only I can stop the pain, yeahh
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Only I can stop, the rain, stop, the rain, yeahh - WHAT?
... GRRRR, only I (only I) can stop (can stop) the rain (the rain)
Only I can stop the rain, cause the rain falls on me
[singing] Now I know, only I, can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain
[thunderclap]
Writer: Maldrige Cowart, Katherine K Davis, Leonard Perry, Earl Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
One More Road To Cross
[DMX]
Uhh.. this is life (this is life)
This is what I know (this what I know)
So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life)
[Chorus: DMX x2]
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
like there's one more move to make
[DMX]
I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga
He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures
Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there,"
but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere
See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin by don't F*CK with you gettin mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin
won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that
I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs
and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North
and you out a week later? That's bullshit!
I bust off, I need this dough
F*ck you think I'm here for my health?
I need this wealth, because I feed myself
You play with my life, when you play with my money
Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now
with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down
I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back
Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks
Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask
for the dough they know that we takin all three bags
Now see that? You gotta hero, shoot that nigga
Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga
Hardhead motherf*ckers always get it
I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it
Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back
Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat
This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans
Couldn't control what was in his hands
I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the f*ck up out of there
Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes
That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs
Somethin little becomes somethin major
Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager
Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul
Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt?
I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized
Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes
Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin
We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten?
I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil
Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel
The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin
F*CK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin
Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed
So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head
[Chorus x2]
Uhh.. this is life (this is life)
This is what I know (this what I know)
So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life)
[Chorus: DMX x2]
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
like there's one more move to make
[DMX]
I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga
He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures
Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there,"
but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere
See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin by don't F*CK with you gettin mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin
won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that
I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs
and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North
and you out a week later? That's bullshit!
I bust off, I need this dough
F*ck you think I'm here for my health?
I need this wealth, because I feed myself
You play with my life, when you play with my money
Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now
with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down
I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back
Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks
Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask
for the dough they know that we takin all three bags
Now see that? You gotta hero, shoot that nigga
Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga
Hardhead motherf*ckers always get it
I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it
Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back
Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat
This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans
Couldn't control what was in his hands
I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the f*ck up out of there
Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes
That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs
Somethin little becomes somethin major
Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager
Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul
Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt?
I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized
Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes
Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin
We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten?
I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil
Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel
The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin
F*CK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin
Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed
So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head
[Chorus x2]
Writer: KASSEEM DEAN, EARL SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Slippin
Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
well that's to find meaning in the suffering.
[Chorus]
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up!
[Repeat]
[1]
I been through mad different phases like Masons
to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
doing something more constructive with they time
than bids I know because I been there
now I'm in there sit back & look
at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit the drama with my mama
she got on the fly shit until i split
and said that I'ma be that seed
that doesn't need much to succeed
strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
baggin' niggas when I caught a buzz
for thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
when I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand
Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
to get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
and by all means I will be living high off the hog
and I never gave a f*ck about much but my dog
That's my only motherf*cka I had offered my last
Just another little nigga headed nowhere fast
[Chorus]
[2]
That ain't the half shit get's worse as I get older
actions become bolder heart got colder
chip on my shoulder that I dared a nigga to touch
didn't need a click cause I scared a nigga that much
One deep went to for kicks
catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
used to get high to get by used to have to puff my L
in the morning before I get fly
I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some coke now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
didn't keep my hair cut or give a f*ck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
wanna make records but I'm f*cking it up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
[Chorus]
[3]
Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Niggas talking shit like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
sayin' to myself that could've been yo on the TV
believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
it's got to change cause I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
and that means no more getting high drinking forties
So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake niggas jump back on my dick again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
& much respect to all my niggas that kept it real
Kept a nigga strong kept a nigga from doin wrong
Niggas know who they is and this is yo f*ckin' song
and to my boo who stuck with a nigga through
all the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due
[Chorus]
can't get up...I gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X RATED!!!!!
See to live is to suffer but to survive
well that's to find meaning in the suffering.
[Chorus]
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up!
[Repeat]
[1]
I been through mad different phases like Masons
to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
doing something more constructive with they time
than bids I know because I been there
now I'm in there sit back & look
at what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit the drama with my mama
she got on the fly shit until i split
and said that I'ma be that seed
that doesn't need much to succeed
strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
baggin' niggas when I caught a buzz
for thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
when I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand
Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
to get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
and by all means I will be living high off the hog
and I never gave a f*ck about much but my dog
That's my only motherf*cka I had offered my last
Just another little nigga headed nowhere fast
[Chorus]
[2]
That ain't the half shit get's worse as I get older
actions become bolder heart got colder
chip on my shoulder that I dared a nigga to touch
didn't need a click cause I scared a nigga that much
One deep went to for kicks
catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
used to get high to get by used to have to puff my L
in the morning before I get fly
I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some coke now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
didn't keep my hair cut or give a f*ck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
wanna make records but I'm f*cking it up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
[Chorus]
[3]
Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Niggas talking shit like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
sayin' to myself that could've been yo on the TV
believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
it's got to change cause I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
and that means no more getting high drinking forties
So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake niggas jump back on my dick again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
& much respect to all my niggas that kept it real
Kept a nigga strong kept a nigga from doin wrong
Niggas know who they is and this is yo f*ckin' song
and to my boo who stuck with a nigga through
all the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due
[Chorus]
can't get up...I gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X RATED!!!!!
Writer: MICHAEL A. GOMEZ, JR., EARL SIMMONS, GROVER WASHINGTON, GROVER, JR. WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Get It On The Floor
[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!!
We don't give a what what!! (shiet)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)]
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!)
Now you can ride to this motherf*cker (uh)
Bounce to this motherf*cker (uh)
Freak to this motherf*cker (let's get it on)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (that's right)
[Verse - 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 wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his liver rest REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherf*cker feeding dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? f*ck it find out the hard
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, lock it up
Hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you f*cking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Verse - 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 float, got me striking this random
I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom
Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was
And start 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 f*cking stain
That 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 motherf*ckers 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 wit selling 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 G.W.B.
And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em
Up north niggaz 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 motherf*ckers 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 going to hell cause I choose to sin
All my motherf*cking life I been the Devil's advocate
Now niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid
But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw
You'll know what I'll split your motherf*cking brains for
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Yo yo CMON!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!!
We don't give a what what!! (shiet)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)]
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!)
Now you can ride to this motherf*cker (uh)
Bounce to this motherf*cker (uh)
Freak to this motherf*cker (let's get it on)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (that's right)
[Verse - 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 wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his liver rest REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherf*cker feeding dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? f*ck it find out the hard
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, lock it up
Hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you f*cking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Verse - 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 float, got me striking this random
I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom
Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was
And start 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 f*cking stain
That 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 motherf*ckers 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 wit selling 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 G.W.B.
And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em
Up north niggaz 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 motherf*ckers 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 going to hell cause I choose to sin
All my motherf*cking life I been the Devil's advocate
Now niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid
But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw
You'll know what I'll split your motherf*cking brains for
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Yo yo CMON!
Writer: Earl Simmons, Kasseem Daoud Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Here We Go Again
[DMX]
Same old shit dog, just a different day
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
IT IS NOT, A F*CKING GAME!
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
If it's f*ck me nigga, you know it's f*ck you
I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand (uhh)
Hit him with work, cause yo, that's my little man (uh-huh)
He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him (yeh)
So when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him (aight)
Never told him nuttin wrong, kept it fair
Didn't listen, so I might as well have been talkin to the air (damn)
Everybody makes mistakes, a mistake is aight
But if it ain't, I'ma tell you straight, time to say goodnight
Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship
but shorty's f*ckin up big time, I HATE THIS SHIT
I'm caught in the middle of, havin love for a lil nigga
knowin what's expected of me as a, real nigga (damn)
My next move is crucial, what do I do?
How do I keep it real with shorty in my crew?
Didn't want to kill him, so instead of puttin the Mac on him
I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him (aight?)
[Chorus: DMX]
Here we go again..
Same old shit dog, just a different day
Here we go again..
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again..
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again..
So if it's f*ck me nigga, then you know it's f*ck you
[DMX]
Niggaz that I f*ck wit, wanna get him dead
But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live
Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man
but I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand (ooh)
Go about your business (uh-huh) do what you gonna do (uh)
Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through (aight?)
I can forgive I just can't forget
You're on your own lil' man don't ask me for shit (no)
If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good (uhh)
If I see you again, GET IT, understood?
Go 'head before I change my mind cause you know you should be dead
"I just wanted to say --" AIGHT?!!!! GO 'HEAD!
Instinct told me to kill him but the saviour is
I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor (hmm)
But I also knew, the decision I just made (yeah)
went against the rules of the game that we played (damn)
[Chorus]
[DMX]
I should have, followed my first instinct, cause I knew
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
Now this nigga's f*ckin with the competition (WHAT?)
Ungrateful motherf*cker, shoulda got him missin (WHAT?)
This nigga got the nerve, to take my kindness, for a weakness
Gotsta get back on some street shit so I can creep this
rat, when I act, take one, set him up, to take two
get him there, take three, get him done
Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him
{*barrel spins*} BZZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them
Feelin lucky? CLICK, looks like you are
CLICK CLICK CLICK, luck ain't goin too far
What you did was put on another pair of shoes
and they just happened to be too big
What you did was stupid (damn) real f*ckin stupid (aight?)
Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do?
Threw it back in my f*ckin face so F*CK YOU TOO (BLAM) aight?
[Chorus x2]
Same old shit dog, just a different day
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
IT IS NOT, A F*CKING GAME!
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
If it's f*ck me nigga, you know it's f*ck you
I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand (uhh)
Hit him with work, cause yo, that's my little man (uh-huh)
He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him (yeh)
So when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him (aight)
Never told him nuttin wrong, kept it fair
Didn't listen, so I might as well have been talkin to the air (damn)
Everybody makes mistakes, a mistake is aight
But if it ain't, I'ma tell you straight, time to say goodnight
Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship
but shorty's f*ckin up big time, I HATE THIS SHIT
I'm caught in the middle of, havin love for a lil nigga
knowin what's expected of me as a, real nigga (damn)
My next move is crucial, what do I do?
How do I keep it real with shorty in my crew?
Didn't want to kill him, so instead of puttin the Mac on him
I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him (aight?)
[Chorus: DMX]
Here we go again..
Same old shit dog, just a different day
Here we go again..
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again..
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again..
So if it's f*ck me nigga, then you know it's f*ck you
[DMX]
Niggaz that I f*ck wit, wanna get him dead
But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live
Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man
but I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand (ooh)
Go about your business (uh-huh) do what you gonna do (uh)
Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through (aight?)
I can forgive I just can't forget
You're on your own lil' man don't ask me for shit (no)
If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good (uhh)
If I see you again, GET IT, understood?
Go 'head before I change my mind cause you know you should be dead
"I just wanted to say --" AIGHT?!!!! GO 'HEAD!
Instinct told me to kill him but the saviour is
I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor (hmm)
But I also knew, the decision I just made (yeah)
went against the rules of the game that we played (damn)
[Chorus]
[DMX]
I should have, followed my first instinct, cause I knew
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
Now this nigga's f*ckin with the competition (WHAT?)
Ungrateful motherf*cker, shoulda got him missin (WHAT?)
This nigga got the nerve, to take my kindness, for a weakness
Gotsta get back on some street shit so I can creep this
rat, when I act, take one, set him up, to take two
get him there, take three, get him done
Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him
{*barrel spins*} BZZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them
Feelin lucky? CLICK, looks like you are
CLICK CLICK CLICK, luck ain't goin too far
What you did was put on another pair of shoes
and they just happened to be too big
What you did was stupid (damn) real f*ckin stupid (aight?)
Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do?
Threw it back in my f*ckin face so F*CK YOU TOO (BLAM) aight?
[Chorus x2]
Writer: MICHAEL A. GOMEZ, EARL SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Damien
UH
DefJam
Uh
RuffRyders
(The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog)
My nigga TP creep with me
(The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog)
[Verse 1: DMX]
Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one
Where's my gaurdian angel
need one, wish I had one
(I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down
and tryin' to f*ck all these bitches I'ma show you how)
But who?
(My name D like you but my friends call me Damien
and I'ma put you into somethin' about this game we in
You and me could take it there
and you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin')
That's a givin'
(You'll see)
Hmmm thats what I've been wantin' all my life
Thinkin' 'bout my little man so I call my wife
Well your dada is about to make it happen
What'chu mean my nigga?
I'm about to make it rappin'
Today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we're alot alike and wants to be my friend
(You mean like Chuckie?)
HaHa yeah just like Chuckie
(Dada looks like w both lucky)
[Yeah]
[Hook:]
The Snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin in the fog [x4]
[Verse 2:]
(Hey yo D)
What up D
(You a smooth nigga, I seen you
but nobody knew who pulled the trigger)
Yeah, you know it's always over doe
(You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe)
Na, na that ain't my style
(May you stay frontin' but you still my man
and I ain't goin' say nothin', got yo weed go 'head smoke it,
go 'head drink it, go 'head 'n f*ck shorty
you know I can keep a secret
I'm about to have you drivin'
probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends
Blood out, blood in)
Sounds good to me, f*ck it, what I got to lose
Hmm nothin' I can think of, ANY NIGGA WOULD CHOOSE
Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas
Pockets stay laced, nigga I push G's
For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand
Now that I think about it yo, that's my man
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
(You like how everything is goin'
You like what I did
You know if you was goin' down
I'd be the one to see it
But yo I need a favor, these cat's across town hate me
Plus they behave, they haven't been to good lately)
What!?! anything for you dog
Where them niggas at
(38th and Broadway)
Let me get the Gat
Run up on 'em strapped
Bust off caps on four niggas
Laid low for 'bout a month and killed two more niggas
Now I'm ready to chill but you still want me to kill
(Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real)
Aight, f*ck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time
(Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in 89)
Naw, that's my man
(I thought I was your man)
But yo, that's my nigga
(Hey who's your biggest fan, either do it or give me your right hand
That's what you said)
I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead
[Hook]
In the fog, the fog
livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
To be continued motherf*ckers
Haaaaaahahaha
DefJam
Uh
RuffRyders
(The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog)
My nigga TP creep with me
(The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog)
[Verse 1: DMX]
Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one
Where's my gaurdian angel
need one, wish I had one
(I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down
and tryin' to f*ck all these bitches I'ma show you how)
But who?
(My name D like you but my friends call me Damien
and I'ma put you into somethin' about this game we in
You and me could take it there
and you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin')
That's a givin'
(You'll see)
Hmmm thats what I've been wantin' all my life
Thinkin' 'bout my little man so I call my wife
Well your dada is about to make it happen
What'chu mean my nigga?
I'm about to make it rappin'
Today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we're alot alike and wants to be my friend
(You mean like Chuckie?)
HaHa yeah just like Chuckie
(Dada looks like w both lucky)
[Yeah]
[Hook:]
The Snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin in the fog [x4]
[Verse 2:]
(Hey yo D)
What up D
(You a smooth nigga, I seen you
but nobody knew who pulled the trigger)
Yeah, you know it's always over doe
(You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe)
Na, na that ain't my style
(May you stay frontin' but you still my man
and I ain't goin' say nothin', got yo weed go 'head smoke it,
go 'head drink it, go 'head 'n f*ck shorty
you know I can keep a secret
I'm about to have you drivin'
probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends
Blood out, blood in)
Sounds good to me, f*ck it, what I got to lose
Hmm nothin' I can think of, ANY NIGGA WOULD CHOOSE
Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas
Pockets stay laced, nigga I push G's
For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand
Now that I think about it yo, that's my man
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
(You like how everything is goin'
You like what I did
You know if you was goin' down
I'd be the one to see it
But yo I need a favor, these cat's across town hate me
Plus they behave, they haven't been to good lately)
What!?! anything for you dog
Where them niggas at
(38th and Broadway)
Let me get the Gat
Run up on 'em strapped
Bust off caps on four niggas
Laid low for 'bout a month and killed two more niggas
Now I'm ready to chill but you still want me to kill
(Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real)
Aight, f*ck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time
(Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in 89)
Naw, that's my man
(I thought I was your man)
But yo, that's my nigga
(Hey who's your biggest fan, either do it or give me your right hand
That's what you said)
I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead
[Hook]
In the fog, the fog
livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
To be continued motherf*ckers
Haaaaaahahaha
Writer: EARL SIMMONS, DAMON J. BLACKMON
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Stop Being Greedy
[DMX]
uh-huh, uh-huh [x4]
[Hook]
Y'all been eatin long enough now stop bein greedy
Just keep it real partner give to the needy
Grips is touchy, so don't make me wait
f*ck around and I'm go'a bite you and snatch the plate
[DMX]
I could flip that flow, I could stick that hoe
I could get that dough, you know I'm with that yo
And the thing about the shit I came through, I haven't seen
But when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin dreams
All nightmares, the light dares to desert me
Got me like everybody wants to hurt me
Paranoid, so I strike out at what ever
The closest thing to me is gonna get it
but, never Will I, can I think death is wrong
So I'ma keep holdin on til, what's left is gone
You could put that on my nigga Boone
These other rap cats will give a nigga room
But if it ccalls for me to force my way in the door
Headhuntin mother f*ckers, stay on the floor
4-4, that's what I get sick wit rrrrrrr
Four more, now all this is liquid rrrrrr
[Hook x2]
[DMX]
I thank the lord everyday that I'm blessed with a gift
I'm The best, so, unless you wanna rest with the stiff
Don't touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone
When you walk pass the dog house leave it a bone
Dogs bite, dogs fight, dogs knife
Scratch, shake, and hold all night
So when you hear the arf arf, start runnin
Cause when you hear the arf arf, I'm comin
But I don't like drama so I say to myself,
"Keep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth
I want the money and give me the honeys with big asses
The most expensive champagne you got in big glasses"
I'm broke so I'ma bash his head wide open
Beggin me to stop but at least he died hopin
Didn't get his wish, and now he's a dish with a cat
Two glowin red eyes, everything else is black
[Hook x2]
[DMX]
When the sun is up the gun is up on the shelf
And all the runners up are thankin me for their help
Hopin that they not around when it gets dark outside
Sun's goin down you hear the bark outside
Locks off the cage, gauge, With the buck shots, faggot
You've been lucky all day thats when your luck stops
One drops, and another and another
Gun pops, go into you and your mother
When does it all end, I found a friend in a dog
Cause f*ckin wit these cats will send a friend to the morgue
Many questions, no answers, just stress
Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed
If you curse and it gets worse as time goes by
Can't see straight cause I'm so high, Why ask why when you know
Nigga when its your time to go, You go
[Hook x4]
uh-huh, uh-huh [x4]
[Hook]
Y'all been eatin long enough now stop bein greedy
Just keep it real partner give to the needy
Grips is touchy, so don't make me wait
f*ck around and I'm go'a bite you and snatch the plate
[DMX]
I could flip that flow, I could stick that hoe
I could get that dough, you know I'm with that yo
And the thing about the shit I came through, I haven't seen
But when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin dreams
All nightmares, the light dares to desert me
Got me like everybody wants to hurt me
Paranoid, so I strike out at what ever
The closest thing to me is gonna get it
but, never Will I, can I think death is wrong
So I'ma keep holdin on til, what's left is gone
You could put that on my nigga Boone
These other rap cats will give a nigga room
But if it ccalls for me to force my way in the door
Headhuntin mother f*ckers, stay on the floor
4-4, that's what I get sick wit rrrrrrr
Four more, now all this is liquid rrrrrr
[Hook x2]
[DMX]
I thank the lord everyday that I'm blessed with a gift
I'm The best, so, unless you wanna rest with the stiff
Don't touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone
When you walk pass the dog house leave it a bone
Dogs bite, dogs fight, dogs knife
Scratch, shake, and hold all night
So when you hear the arf arf, start runnin
Cause when you hear the arf arf, I'm comin
But I don't like drama so I say to myself,
"Keep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth
I want the money and give me the honeys with big asses
The most expensive champagne you got in big glasses"
I'm broke so I'ma bash his head wide open
Beggin me to stop but at least he died hopin
Didn't get his wish, and now he's a dish with a cat
Two glowin red eyes, everything else is black
[Hook x2]
[DMX]
When the sun is up the gun is up on the shelf
And all the runners up are thankin me for their help
Hopin that they not around when it gets dark outside
Sun's goin down you hear the bark outside
Locks off the cage, gauge, With the buck shots, faggot
You've been lucky all day thats when your luck stops
One drops, and another and another
Gun pops, go into you and your mother
When does it all end, I found a friend in a dog
Cause f*ckin wit these cats will send a friend to the morgue
Many questions, no answers, just stress
Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed
If you curse and it gets worse as time goes by
Can't see straight cause I'm so high, Why ask why when you know
Nigga when its your time to go, You go
[Hook x4]
Writer: DAMON J BLACKMAN, ANTHONY FIELDS, MICHAEL MASSER, EARL SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT
Who We Be
[DMX]
Uhh, yeah
Another one of those - this is for my nigga Q - down to earth joints
Rest in peace baby, you're not for me dawg
[Chorus]
They don't knooow, who we beee
They don't knooow, who we beee
[DMX over Chorus]
That's how many that don't know, they knew I could do it!
This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby
They still ain't ready...
[DMX]
What they don't know is!
The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (what?)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!)
The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs
(uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!)
The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!)
The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!)
The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me
(whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!)
The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!)
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
What we seeing is!
The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
(aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!)
The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!)
The cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!)
The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened
(what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!)
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
(uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!)
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
(damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
This here is all about!
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did
(uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh)
My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh)
My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!)
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em
(uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!)
The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap
The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!)
The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's
(damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge
(aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me
(what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me
The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh)
The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight?
[Chorus 4X]
[DMX over Chorus]
Man listen
These motherf*ckers don't know, who we are!
They don't know
They couldn't possibly f*ckin know dawg
That's from the heart
Uhh, yeah
Another one of those - this is for my nigga Q - down to earth joints
Rest in peace baby, you're not for me dawg
[Chorus]
They don't knooow, who we beee
They don't knooow, who we beee
[DMX over Chorus]
That's how many that don't know, they knew I could do it!
This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby
They still ain't ready...
[DMX]
What they don't know is!
The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (what?)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!)
The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs
(uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!)
The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!)
The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!)
The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me
(whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!)
The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!)
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
What we seeing is!
The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
(aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!)
The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!)
The cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!)
The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened
(what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!)
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
(uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!)
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
(damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
This here is all about!
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did
(uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh)
My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh)
My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!)
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em
(uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!)
The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap
The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!)
The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's
(damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge
(aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me
(what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me
The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh)
The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight?
[Chorus 4X]
[DMX over Chorus]
Man listen
These motherf*ckers don't know, who we are!
They don't know
They couldn't possibly f*ckin know dawg
That's from the heart
Writer: MICKEY DAVIS, EARL SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Grand Finale
[DMX - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me it's gonna be in a bag UHH!
This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from the Friday the 13th,
ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast is a bloodbath
take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here,
that's just impossible for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box,
cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse,
you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse,
so hard it hurt to be here, and each year,
I'm pourin out more beer for deceased peers,
holdin fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder record,
the Grand Finale
[Nas]
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet,
and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see shorty snot-nosed,
he don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us but,
dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge,
and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and only five in,
the Belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street
huh
[Ja Rule Chorus: (repeat 2X)]
When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)
[DMX]
Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine,
c'mon cry nigga It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall
[Chorus]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me it's gonna be in a bag UHH!
This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from the Friday the 13th,
ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast is a bloodbath
take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here,
that's just impossible for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box,
cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse,
you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse,
so hard it hurt to be here, and each year,
I'm pourin out more beer for deceased peers,
holdin fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder record,
the Grand Finale
[Nas]
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet,
and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see shorty snot-nosed,
he don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us but,
dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge,
and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and only five in,
the Belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street
huh
[Ja Rule Chorus: (repeat 2X)]
When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)
[DMX]
Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine,
c'mon cry nigga It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall
[Chorus]
Writer: ROBIN MAYS, IRVING LORENZO, NASIR JONES, LORENZO PATTERSON, ANDRE ROMEL YOUNG, EARL SIMMONS, CLIFFORD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Love For Me
Keep yo hands in the air, 'cause we gon' take it there
And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care
Uh-huh, uh, what
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Uh, uh
If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably a fight
If I'm goin' f*ck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead, then the head better be right
If I gots to play I'ma play 'til I win
Since I gots to be here can't wait to begin
Wanna f*ck shorty can't stand shorty friend
'Cause honey friend f*ck many many men
Stay wit the rats 'cause the rats is real
Wanna f*ck, then we f*ck, already know the deal
Shit, f*ck what you look like, just show the real
And I keep spot that we can go to chill
I love my, get down for the hoes
Only reason I come around is for the hoes
Pipework, I lay it down for the hoes
Hit 'em off with that dark brown, you know?
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
You f*ckin' wit' me, ain't keepin' your health right
'Cause me and my Rolls, we keep it jail tie
The shit I pack is heavy, but the shells live
When they drop the same time, you drop without a fight
Burnin' anything that I'm puttin' my name on
You might take a 'Drag', but you can't flame 'On'
I know y'all niggas don't know me, wit a chain on
When it come to the fire I'm the kid they blame it on
When you see like eight cars then y'all know who we are
Niggas spittin' mean bars off the green jar
Never drunk but you see me leaned at the bar
Spittin' fire that'll melt the ice on your arm
You had that but for now dog give me that
'Cause dog you don't wanna see how my semi act
Fake hustlin' niggas you'll pump any pack
When it come to this shit, I done laid plenty flat (C'mon)
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Uh, uh
What you niggas want? 'Cause I got it right here
Y'all niggas front, then I hit you right there
Not really impressed by what niggas wear
Faggots talk shit but I really don't care
I'm the type of nigga that'll die for the cause
F*ck what you heard, I will die for my dogs
Ain't scared of shit, will ride in the fog
Same thing but a bigger size than yours
I f*ck with Drag-On, 'cause he spits the flame
Drag-On motherf*cker don't forget the name
And we all takin' over ain't shit the same
If you ain't out that mob nigga quit the game
And ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no other cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no other cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug wit me, c'mon
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care
Uh-huh, uh, what
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Uh, uh
If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably a fight
If I'm goin' f*ck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead, then the head better be right
If I gots to play I'ma play 'til I win
Since I gots to be here can't wait to begin
Wanna f*ck shorty can't stand shorty friend
'Cause honey friend f*ck many many men
Stay wit the rats 'cause the rats is real
Wanna f*ck, then we f*ck, already know the deal
Shit, f*ck what you look like, just show the real
And I keep spot that we can go to chill
I love my, get down for the hoes
Only reason I come around is for the hoes
Pipework, I lay it down for the hoes
Hit 'em off with that dark brown, you know?
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
You f*ckin' wit' me, ain't keepin' your health right
'Cause me and my Rolls, we keep it jail tie
The shit I pack is heavy, but the shells live
When they drop the same time, you drop without a fight
Burnin' anything that I'm puttin' my name on
You might take a 'Drag', but you can't flame 'On'
I know y'all niggas don't know me, wit a chain on
When it come to the fire I'm the kid they blame it on
When you see like eight cars then y'all know who we are
Niggas spittin' mean bars off the green jar
Never drunk but you see me leaned at the bar
Spittin' fire that'll melt the ice on your arm
You had that but for now dog give me that
'Cause dog you don't wanna see how my semi act
Fake hustlin' niggas you'll pump any pack
When it come to this shit, I done laid plenty flat (C'mon)
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Uh, uh
What you niggas want? 'Cause I got it right here
Y'all niggas front, then I hit you right there
Not really impressed by what niggas wear
Faggots talk shit but I really don't care
I'm the type of nigga that'll die for the cause
F*ck what you heard, I will die for my dogs
Ain't scared of shit, will ride in the fog
Same thing but a bigger size than yours
I f*ck with Drag-On, 'cause he spits the flame
Drag-On motherf*cker don't forget the name
And we all takin' over ain't shit the same
If you ain't out that mob nigga quit the game
And ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no other cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no other cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug wit me, c'mon
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Writer: Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean, Mel Smalls
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Blackout
Blackout
Jay! F*ck that
This is it right here baby!
You know what it is
[Jadakiss]
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck
Double R T with the matchin bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss
Cuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still right in the main
Light in the green
I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label
Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you
Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know
F*ck what you ask me you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to stick
Usually a good nigga even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X
And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet
A zebu's my pet
And get in the bed and with the legs then that
[Sheek]
Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson
I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds
And that's warning
If you all alive in the morning, that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow
Make car money check with Sheek go f*ck with a hoe
I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittish
And I don't need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new
That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't f*ck with shoes
And from a nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole
Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine
Don't make me mothaf*ckin leave you with some shit in your spine
F*ck with me, you be a was nigga
Nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke
What, you crazy?
[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shells
In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low
Get a Henney and swig
I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father
Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit
You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live all y'all niggaz eager to die
I tell all my niggaz ride
You won't leave with a dime, motherf*ckers
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers
Bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done change
You dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppin
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT
I just circle around the block in a drop
Tell them to jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butcha
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya
Motherf*ckers
[DMX]
I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste
Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean you cats is playin games again
So what I do start namin names again (what!)
All you motherf*ckers know that I speak from the heart(uh!)
Play like you dunno and L.O.X. is gonna bark
We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz
Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz (aight!)
Y'all niggaz besta stop playin
It'd be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
*ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered
It's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose
You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot
Jay! F*ck that
This is it right here baby!
You know what it is
[Jadakiss]
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck
Double R T with the matchin bandana
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss
Cuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still right in the main
Light in the green
I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label
Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you
Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know
F*ck what you ask me you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to stick
Usually a good nigga even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X
And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet
A zebu's my pet
And get in the bed and with the legs then that
[Sheek]
Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson
I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds
And that's warning
If you all alive in the morning, that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow
Make car money check with Sheek go f*ck with a hoe
I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittish
And I don't need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new
That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't f*ck with shoes
And from a nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole
Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine
Don't make me mothaf*ckin leave you with some shit in your spine
F*ck with me, you be a was nigga
Nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke
What, you crazy?
[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shells
In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low
Get a Henney and swig
I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father
Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit
You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live all y'all niggaz eager to die
I tell all my niggaz ride
You won't leave with a dime, motherf*ckers
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers
Bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done change
You dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppin
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT
I just circle around the block in a drop
Tell them to jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butcha
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya
Motherf*ckers
[DMX]
I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste
Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean you cats is playin games again
So what I do start namin names again (what!)
All you motherf*ckers know that I speak from the heart(uh!)
Play like you dunno and L.O.X. is gonna bark
We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz
Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz (aight!)
Y'all niggaz besta stop playin
It'd be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
*ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered
It's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose
You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot
Writer: SHAWN CARTER, KASSEEM DEAN, SEAN JACOBS, JASON PHILLIPS, EARL SIMMONS, DAVID STYLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
The Best of DMX is the third compilation and greatest hits album of DMX music released on January 26, 2010, by Ruff Ryders Entertainment and Def Jam Recordings. Due to DMX's departure from Def Jam Recordings, only songs that were released during his time there are included on this album. Most of the songs on the album were initially released as singles from his 5 studio albums released by Ruff Ryders Entertainment and Def Jam Recordings or singles from movie soundtracks he contributed to. It consists of songs deemed to be DMX's best by Def Jam Recordings.
Unlike previous albums and compilations, this album features the unedited version of "Where The Hood At" (with the words "reload" and "slugs" which had been cut out on the Grand Champ version). Following DMX's death, the album jumped to the number 2 spot on the Billboard 200 up from its position of 73 a week earlier.
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DMXUnlike previous albums and compilations, this album features the unedited version of "Where The Hood At" (with the words "reload" and "slugs" which had been cut out on the Grand Champ version). Following DMX's death, the album jumped to the number 2 spot on the Billboard 200 up from its position of 73 a week earlier.
Genre(s): Hardcore hip hop, gangsta rap
Released: January 26th, 2010
Year: 2010