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Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Believe me! It′s our TIIIIME now to let ′em know
(WHAT?!) It′s our TIIIIME now to let ′em know
Believe me! It′s our TIIIIME now to let ′em know
(WHAT?!) It′s our TIIIIME now..

[DMX]
I like my blunts heavily hashed, bitches heavily assed
Joints ready to stash, got ′em ready to blast (WHAT?!)
Give ′em plenty and pass, the thing off (woo!) toss that
Get pulled over, we already lost that, of course black (uh!)
Floss that, lose that, get that? Come up off that
You ain′t choose that, but you with that, now spit back (c′mon)
Y′all niggaz got me all wrong (WHAT?!)
I′m still a grimy nigga (WHAT?!)
and I still give it to you, on your song (WHAT?!)
I let you niggaz live for a minute, you get goofy
Told you go ′head, drop a few albums, I′ll do a movie (aight)
But when I come back, c′mon dog, respect my slot (UHH)
Ain′t no get in where I fit in, bitch I′m straight to the top (aight)
And whoever don′t like it, FUCK YOU FAGGOT, bring it! (WHAT?!)
Nigga don′t wanna walk it but, stay tryin to sing it
What I gotta start smackin you guys around again?
Don′t make no motherfuckin sense, y′all some grown ass men!

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I don′t play with you cats like I used to
Cause well I ain′t your father (uh-huh)
This time it′s gon′ be a little harder
Told niggaz to "Do You", courtesy of Flex
Put out "... And Then There Was X" and then there was X
And then there was X again, ain′t my next of kin
Just some hardheaded dickridin grown-ass men (uhh, uhh)
C′mon with the bullshit (WHAT?!) please, don′t touch that
You might, bust yo′ gun dog but we bust back (aight)
And what′s that, a lot of dead homies
That ain′t yours (UHH) leave it alone, you don′t know me
Respect the nine or catch a wreckless twenty-nine (ahh)
For every bone in your spine (ahh) make a nigga recline (ahh)
This whole rap shit is mine (WHAT?!) and I′m not sharin (uhh)
Niggaz gettin popped every day, not carin (woo!)
Peep niggaz starin, but they don′t want NUTTIN
Nowadays niggaz get it for frontin, motherfucker!
Cocksuckin-ass niggaz!

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Now there′s a lot of - bitch niggaz that′s rich niggaz I stick niggaz
(uhh) Pick niggaz and hit niggaz I lift niggaz (uhh, uhh)
Wannabe player, stay in the park
Cause the grownups is over here, and we drinkin (WHAT?!)
Fuck is you thinkin? (WHAT?!)
X ain′t changed, still with the same shit (uhh)
Ain′t with the game shit (uhh) bust leave a stain shit (uhh)
Watch the game change quick (WHAT?!)
Some niggaz married to the game
Nigga like me? Married to the same bitch (c′mon!)
I′m a dog from the hood, so I gotta rap from the hood
Put a snake and a cat to the wood
MAN!! if you, only knew
WHAT IT IS!! that I′m, goin through
WHEN IT IS!! that I′m, goin through it
You ain′t gon let me get ahold of that thing, cause I′ma do it! (woo!)
Pop, stop drop watch and roll niggaz (uhh)
Hold niggaz dog I can′t control niggaz! (c′mon!)

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[DMX]
Don′t do it dog, it′s just not worth it
Uhh.. grrrrrr.. what the fuck have they done?
Arf! Arf!
[Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)]

Now don′t you ever (fuck around)
Now don′t you ever (fuck around)
Nigga don′t you ever (fuck around)
Now don′t you ever (fuck around)

[DMX]
Aiyyo I got a mean flow that′ll drown niggaz, put down niggaz
Can′t stand to be around niggaz if they clown niggaz
How many times must I break the same niggaz off somethin dumb
so we know, where the fuck I′m comin from?
Gun and ones, watch a black nigga turn purple
with this fo′-pound, I bust mo′ rounds, in the circle
The nigga that try is the same nigga that fry
So whenever there′s a beef gets in the way that he die
I′m Evil, like Keneival, faggot I′ll leave you
like I shoulda did your peoples before they could conceive you
How′s a buck-fifty sound, for a quick ass cut?
Here′s a flasback, I fuckin blow your bitch-ass up
And it′s no problem, handlin a nigga with a death wish
Leave him breatheless, and hit his wife with a dead fish
Must I show this nigga, I can throw this nigga, I′ll blow this nigga
You can get it too, because your nose is bigger

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I get pumped, just like a bodybuilder
And it′s been more than a couple of times my pump shottie spilt a
nigga′s guts on the door, because he wanted more
than he could stand, now him and his man is on the floor
That′s what you get for talkin shit you shouldn′ta got me started
You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin, but you got it
I shit on niggaz like a toilet, cause all it, takes
is a second for ? to get hectic so call it
How you want it? Punk bitch talkin junk bitch
Fuck around and you′ll be found in a trunk bitch
Niggaz is off-brand like no frills
And I got mo′ skills to show my fo′ kills, my fuckin fo′ thrills
Got some cold shit, have you like - "Oh shit!" Don′t laugh money
When I′m done with this nigga, I′m gettin in yo′ shit
Break niggaz, especially fake niggaz over dumb shit
with one hit, watch the dum-dum split this bum′s shit

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Fuckin see some cats thinkin the worst
Dumb cats, them cats sleep in a hearse
Where yo′ guns at? Run that, see a nigga thirst
Been there, done that, and did it first
Nigga can′t tell me shit about this
And I keep somethin that′ll hit if I miss
One thing a nigga stay with is hot shit
Got this, what you cats want? Not this
I constantly gots to remind young niggaz
Uh-uhh, don′t do that, some niggaz
think cause I ain′t killed a nigga this week
that shit is sweet
Fuck around, you′ll be dead in the street
Red with a sheet, over the corpse
Shit is deep, so I shed a tear, over the loss
If you creep, then you niggaz′ll roll with the force
Shoulda paid that money that you owed to the boss

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Uh-huh
Don′t do it dog, it′s just not worth it
Please heh, for your sake, hehehe
Y′know? C′mon!

@ DMX

Текст песни:

It′s dark and hell is hot

Ain′t no sunshine when it′s on
Only darkness every day
Ain′t no sunshine when it′s on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don′t play

"Who turned out the lights?"
Is what niggaz be sayin′
Now you don′t wanna fight
But ya niggaz be playin′
Thinkin′ its alright keep playin with that road
And you gonna know the night
When you layin in that cold
Dirt gettin′ tossed in your grave
Now it′s all over
Preacher said "You was brave"
But now it′s all over
You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to
(*boom*) Ain′t no savin ′you
No matter how many tears your moms′ cried
Ain′t gon bring your ass back
Plus in hell, you gon fry
Why? But now the only 2 releative questions
Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?"
Either way, you up out of here for good
Now when niggaz mention you name
They knockin′ on wood
Did I, get my, point across?
Another body on the shotte
Another joint I toss

[Chorus]
Ain′t no sunshine when it′s on
Only darkness every day
Ain′t no sunshine when it′s on
Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone
Every time cuz we don′t play [Repeat 4x]

There ain′t no sunshine
When the Dark Man comes out
And I want mine
So I plan to keep my gun out
We got four 9′s
So niggaz run in and run out
But I bust mine
Cuz I′d like to hear some shots
+Get At Me Dog+ niggaz know how its goin dizzy
When it comes to that flow, I gets busy
Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown
(GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone
Now who ain′t goin home? Looks like you
You hear strike 1, talkin′ shit, strike 2
Won′t be a strike 3, cuz I don′t play fair
I′ma look you in your eye
While he hit you from the rear
Be like "Yeah, holdin′ you up cuz you fallin′"
The Lord ain′t comin′ till niggaz stop callin′
You was ballin′ a minute ago
In it for dough
Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know"

[Chorus]

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Whatchu think you gon get
Fuck around with my dough
Just so it ain′t no mistakes, this is my show
One (one) two (two) three (three) here I go
Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek
But this shit is thick and when you hear this shit
Damn right I can finish shit
If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine
But you be blind, i′ll do it 360, come up from behind
Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin′ around
Hit you with somethin′ that i′ll have you burin′ the ground
Be like "Damn ain′t nothin′ left of money, but a pile of ash"
Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts
Cuz you know ain′t got much longer to go
The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow
When niggaz know I don′t give a FUCK, right or wrong
There ain′t no sunshine when it′s on

[Chorus]

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[singing (DMX)]

Like the wind (like the wind)
God will take (god will take)
All my sins (all of my sins)
Blown away (will be blown away)
Like the wind (yes)
Like the wind blow

[DMX]
Yea, uh
From 80 school street to way across town
Cats knew how I got down cause word got around
I was that robbery kid with no gun and no mask
Catch a nigga out the door slippin′ that′s yo ass
Didn′t laugh much cause I didn′t have much
Life was like a stick half gas half clutch
Meaning half good and half bad
What was good if I caught a good vic if I didn′t I was bad
Took it out on my regulars
I come through and if niggaz was broke I took watches and sneakers
Went to jail a few times but that didn′t stop me
All it taught me was how not to be sloppy
An older cat robbed me when I was like 10
If anybody wanted to help they should′ve did it then
But they didn′t and all it did was release the beast
So I′m a feast on whatever I come across in the streets

[Chorus - Janyce (DMX)]
Like the wind (like the wind)
God will take (god will take)
All my sins (all of my sins)
Blown away (will be blown away)
Like the wind (like the wind)
Like the wind (like the wind)
blooooooooooooooown

[DMX]
I had a "S" on my chest fuck the vest
Did robberies with some cats and robbed the rest
Other time I came thought with just me and my dog
And clear out the whole fuck block cause we when hard
I bag some niggaz I knew and some niggaz I didn′t
I ain′t a fuck either way it was no bullshiting
I′m a cruddy niggaz out to get money
And a couple of slugs is the only thing anybody took from me
Run up on a cat smooth like put it in his left ear
Give up the money the jewelry or get left here
Keep thinking it′s a game and play let′s get popped
See how much fun you having when your heart be stopped
Shut ′em down open up shop oh-oh no-oh blow off a nigga top
Somebody call the cops but it′s to late
Cause I′m a hit you in the face
and what will kill you will be something that you ate

[Chorus - Janyce (DMX)]
Like the wind (like the wind)
God will take (god will take)
All my sins (all of my sins)
Blown away (will be blown away)
Like the wind (like the wind)
Like the wind (like the wind)
Blooooooooooooooown

[Jinx]
If pain is love why hide my pain with drugs
Choke off haze and sell attics coke for days
Same clothes and no soup to shave
And I still got a gun on my hip for your open grave
We used to get robbery vics
until my man got killed for his whip on some robbery shit
Then I switched to the weed and start selling crack
But I will pull a steel and put a shell up in ya back
I feel like all my life I was held up in a trap
like if I go to heaven maybe hell will want me back
But all I really want is sperwells up an a lap
And a model bitch sitting with a head in my lap
But since no doe don′t spin
and my pant hole got hole within I got to fold ya men
It′s obvious I live in a house of sin
I wish I could open up the door and let ′em blow at the wind

[Janyce]
Like the wind
God will take
All my sins
Blown away
Like the wind
Like the wind
blooooooooooooooown

@ DMX

Текст песни:

What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin on us)
Second album nigga - two guns up nigga
Real L.O.X. - blaze!
"We Are the Streets" nigga, y′all know who the best
(C′mon) Fuck y′all niggas wanna do - what, what?
(Let′s go)

[Verse One]
Couldn′t live the life I live (yo why′s that)
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin with snake niggas, and sleepin with foul bitches
Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be (and why′s that)
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki′s
So I′m always where the powder be at (what it mean)
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at (why′s that)
Time is money god, and you can′t get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don′t ask me shit
I smoke blunts to the head, so don′t pass me shit
I′d rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up
Have a picture of you on the wall, ′In Memory Of′
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin′ to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I′m doing now - I tell ′em better than them
And if your man front - he can get eleven in him
And if you told them once - then you better tell him again
Ay yo, now let′s see
Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.

[Chorus: The L.O.X.]

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money (C′mon)
From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money (Let′s go)
We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (C′mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let′s go)
Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C′mon)
If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let′s go)
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C′mon)
So don′t fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let′s go)

[Verse Two]
Basically speakin, all I know your face will be leakin
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin all over the map - and what you learned
That niggas with long paper take longer to crack
That′s why every chance I buy me a gat
Why you rather buy you a chain - I aim at your brain
Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
when we could always take all y′all dough
And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields
Die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us
Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us
We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust
Seen bullets pop off - cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die - who gon feed the pups
My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the lights - pray to Christ
And when the cops come, we don′t care, we got shotguns
And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I′ma stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I′ma flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

[Chorus]

@ DMX

Текст песни:

Regina Bell harmonizing while DMX speaks]
What good is it..
for a man to, gain the world..
yet lose his own soul, in the process?
[Bell] God loves you, yes he does
Said you′re alright with him
[DMX] I wonder..
[Chorus: Regina Bell (repeat 2X)]

I know you never seen him but don′t fight with him
You′re gonna make it through the night to the light with him
Uhh, you′re alright with him
I said you′re alright with him

[DMX]
I′m callin out to you Lord, because I need your help
See once again I′m havin difficulty savin myself
behavin myself, you told me what to do, and I do it
But every and now and then, gets a little harder to go through it
Losin friends, day by day
I′m in so much pain when I′m here Lord, please take me away
I put you here to do a job, and your work ain′t done
To live is to suffer, but you′re still my son
And there will be a time when you shine as bright as the stars
But there won′t be a, his or hers, just ours
Then you′ll see what I′ve been tryin to show you, all these years
Do the right thing; cause after the tears, come the cheers
I will, my Lord, with my heart, and my soul
That′s gonna be how I roll, from now until I′m old
Lead and I′ll follow, you take away the sorrow
I′ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I want you to know Lord, that for what you′ve given me I′m thankful
Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I′m grateful
You gave us power in our words, so I think before I speak
And that way when I speak, they know I′m here to teach
Can′t tell em nothin wrong, cause I love em too much
I reach a lot of people, and Lord, I′m lovin the touch
But deep inside, I′ve got somethin that′s workin against
everything I know is right, what I know makes sense
That′s when you must fight harder, than you′ve ever fought before
cause what you′ve got goin on inside you is a war
between good and evil, be careful of those who wanna be you
They smile, but are not really happy when they see you
Be careful of the ones that always wanna get you high
Cause when the time comes, that one′ll let you die
Listen to me! I′m here, but I can only help you
if you want me to help, what do you want for yourself?

[Chorus]

[DMX]
My Lord, my saviour, don′t judge my behaviour
but instead, take what′s in my heart and put it in my head
See I guess I really never knew, how proud I made you
My life is yours, my soul I gave you
I don′t know if I′ll do good enough (he′s by your side)
And we both know the hood is rough (right by your side)
Sometimes I don′t know what to do (X, dry your eyes)
But I know what I gotta do (it′ll be alright)
You keep givin me the word, and I′ll put it to song
Talk to me, I′ll talk to them, and we can′t go wrong
This is the start of somethin strong, and this is just the start of it
Praises to you my Lord, for lettin me be a part of it
I was that kid that, been there, did that
Became ashamed so I hid that
But, ain′t no longer with that
Use me as an example - if I can do, then they can too
With the Lord behind us, there ain′t nothin that we can′t do

[Chorus]

[Regina Bell]
He′s by your side
Right by your side
X, dry your eyes
cause it′ll be alright
Yeah, he′s by your side
Right by your side
X, dry your eyes
Cause, it′ssssssssss gonna be alright
Yeah yeah, yes it isssssssssss

@ DMX

Текст песни:

And away we go(we go we go we go)
Some old born loser type of shit (shit)
On the remix tip (tip, tip)
Dr. Seuss (Seuss Seuss Suess)

[Verse 1]

The Born Loser, not because I choose to be
But because all the bad shit happens to me
I got kids, but their mothers don′t want them to know me
Sisters use to like me, but now they call me homie
Use to have a family now I′m out on my own
Had to scrabble the Pitt, cause I tried to take his bone
Bitches don′t like me, they don′t kiss me or hug me
They call me Kill-pretty, because I′m mad ugly
I use to get pussy, but I busted off quick
Now I get snooched, so I gotta beat my dick
Time are hard in the ghetto, I steal for a living
Eatin dirt and the Now or Laters
If that ain′t enough, life is rough, I swear
I don′t have an address so I can′t get welfare
They kicked me out the shelter
Because they said I smelled a little like the living dead
And look like helter skelter
My clothes are so funky, they bad for my health
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by their self
Even when I was little nothin went my way
I got beat up, and chased home from school every day
And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees
On my report card, I didn′t get F′s, I got C′s
But for those who choose to snooze
Since I was born with no hope, I ain′t got nothin to lose...

[Chorus:]

Young man went out and made a name for himself [3X]

Check check check it out

[Verse 2]

The Born Loser, a title I was branded with
Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with
The Statue of Liberty, but they really didn′t hafta
Leave my black ass there till the day after
No time for laughter, this shit′s for real
Ribs are showin through my back, cause I ain′t had a meal
In about a week, you can see bones in my hands
The racoons, beat me to the garbage cans
I′m Starvin Marvin, and it shouldn′t be like that
The only thing that I′m carvin, is an alley cat
But sometimes in the daytime
I daydream of a Manwich
When all I′m really eatin is an oxygen sandwich
For those that don′t know,
Thats 2 peices of bread slapped together
Or I′ll have a rain sandwich, depending on the weather
Born loser, caught up in the game
And I ain′t even got nobody to blame..

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

The Born Loser, yeah, that use to be my ammo
When I couldn′t get a soul, to listen to my demo
Door shut in my face, until I started jammin ′em
I′m behind the doors now, but I′m the one slammin ′em
I did what I had to, to get where I got
Though I′ll admit, what I had to do was a lot
I still gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shoot
Catchin vicks just to get a little loot
I thought it was cute, and didn′t care who knew
Mess around get in my way and I′d bag you too
Cause I was, born to lose, straight from the beginning
Hit the dugout, because I struck out the 1st inning
Winning, was everything, thats why I had to ask
My man to find me the loot, and he said I′d be glad to
Now, who needs a major label, we got our own
I′m the divine master of the unknown
Ain′t nothin changed, I′m the same as before
When opportunity knocks, I′d just answer the door
But criminal at heart, even though I don′t show it
I was always a winner I just didn′t know it (know it)

[Hook]

Born Loser
DMX the great

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm
[Drag] Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to this
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y′all know what this is (flame on)
Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!

[Drag-On]
Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can′t wait til my shit drop
Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don′t want my clip to drop
Cause that means I′m empty, and you′re full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggaz can′t fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you better bust back
′fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can′t trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can′t touch black
All you can do is cuss back
in your weak raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don′t need that, I don′t care about your feedback
Y′all niggaz don′t feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that ′fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain′t talkin bout my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a po′-po′ wit a flame thrower
like I told yo′ befo′ ya know umm - you can′t handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y′all niggaz and Southsiders

[Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)]

Do y′all niggaz bust y′all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y′all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It′s for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y′all niggaz who ride the best

[Juvenile]
Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm
In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE tight
Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?
I′m tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me
I′m workin wit some change aiy
And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo′ people I′m the same yay
Look, I′ma have somebody sayin that′s the shame yay
But if them people come they ain′t gon′ give no names yay
Play with the number one stun′na don′t play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to knock off yo′ shit, you stanky bitch
I′ll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven′ ain′t gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

[Chorus]

[Drag-On]
When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out
that I′ma bang it like a hammer and I′ma nail the South
East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon′ bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I won′t even sweat ya
You won′t roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last
I′ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather
Can′t stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y′all make me so tired
Y′all niggaz still rappin like you don′t know my flow is fire
and y′all ain′t got ya suits, ain′t got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain′t never shoot
When we come you better hope they don′t name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin I′ll flame you
Don′t try to be me cause I ain′t you
′fore I have your spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out she′ll bang you
cause I taught her well, y′all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn′t borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain′t bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?

Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh?

[Chorus 2X]

@ DMX

Текст песни:

Blackout
Jay! Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck with a hoe
I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fitted
And I don′t need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new
That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don′t fuck 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 mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck 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, motherfuckers

[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
Motherfuckers

[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 motherfuckers 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



Send "Blackout" Ringtone to your C

@ DMX

Текст песни:

Uhh!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Come on, uhh, uhhh huhhh
But they don′t hear me though
Uhh, but they don′t hear me though,
uhh, but they don′t but they don′t...

I got blood on my hands and there′s no remorse
I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse
I′m a nasty nigga when u pass me nigga look me in my eyes
Tell me to my fuckin face that u ready to die
U be a dead mutha fucka red mutha fucka
Don′t be stupid you heard what I said mutha fucka
Who shot u ohhh nigga like u don′t know
Stickin you for your doe while I′m fuckin your broke ho
Yo don′t u get the picture niggaz can′t touch me
Cuz I don′t give a fuck G I′ll get u touched B
I got choice ripple my slug′ll take apart a door
And enuf crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
So what u want nigga help me is about your best
When I′m finished Red Cross couldn′t clean up the mess
And a vest will do nothin but make u look a little thicker
Cuz in the dark u ain′t nothin but a lil nigga
But if you′ve been thinkin about that shit u did
You wouldn′t have brought the joint wit u kid
Now I might have to get u kid and split your wig wit a machedi
I bring beef to niggaz and string them out like spaghetti
U ain′t ready lord can u stand how I′m bringin it
I′m givin it is how I′m livin it so I′m swingin it
Red dot on your head cuz you′s in mid range
Red dot on your chest opens up your rib cage

[Chorus]
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It′s just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole thru [x 4]

Now if your heart wuz as big as your mouth you′d be real
But it′s not so I know if u get knocked you′ll squeal
Like a bitch cuz u iz a bitch and always been a bitch
And u know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch
For somethin in a bitch nigga do u know nigga do u owe me
Figure you could blow me well i′ma let this trigga feel u homey
That niggaz got to be smokin somethin thinkin u chokin somethin
Fuckin around wit me you′ll be a broken somethin
I′m out for blood wit the crypts at war
How much shit could u talk wit your lips on the floor
Pussy niggaz make me itch so I scratch you′s a bitch
So I snatch up your face fake ass bitch so I scratch u
Yeah.. There was a time when I would have jumped up and choked this nigga
But now I′m on some shit like.. Yo.. smoke this nigga
I′m bout to find out how much guts u got before I spill em
Somebody come and get this mutha fucka before I kill em
Ahhh!.. fresh out the asylum I′m wylin
Yall niggaz know the phone number for help u best ta dial them
9-1-1 emergency the urgency
We′ll have witnesses seein what the surgeon see
How far u gonna get wit your dome split fool
Or catch your man strippin cuz he think his shape cool
But it ain′t so I paint the walls wit his blood
Another dick in the mud
nigga what!

[Chorus]

Ahh you u know who this is for, they let the doggs in the door [x 2]

[Chorus]

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[Eve: Verse 1]
Uh
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit
Stop, drop, shut ′em down open up shop shit
Got ′em goin′ crazy, wonderin′ when they could cop shit
First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit
Eve guarantee, betcha′ niggaz wanna pop this
Little kids be behind me screamin′ out, "Can you stop miss?!!"
I know they daddy′s fiendin′, daydreamin′ bout me topless
Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit
Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit
′Cuz I can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin wit?
Not me, can′t a nigga or bitch stop me
You hatin′ mothafuckas line up for your first copy

[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y′all fuckin′ with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it′s like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"
[Eve]
Y′all fuckin′ with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
′Cuz when we smoke that shit it′s like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"

[Verse 2: Eve]
Uh, yo
Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Betcha′ fold up
Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up
Gotcha′ cryin′ like, "Man I wanna blow up!!"
Cowards make me sick, swere to god I wanna throw-up
Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough
Offended? Don′t agree with what i′m sayin′ nigga? So what?
Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up
Question, ′Can she really hold it down?′ (sure enough)
Philly′s where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
You know what? Quick to take the next man shyne
Quick to make him start bitchin′ make the next man whine
Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it′s nap-time
Same shit you spittin′, heard it in your last rhyme
Ain′t to much thatchu′ could do, so that′chure skills could pass mine
Car eer fineto, here′s some dough, go watch a peep show

[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y′all fuckin′ with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it′s like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"

[Eve]
Y′all fuckin′ with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
′Cuz when we smoke that shit it′s like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"

[Verse 3: Eve]
What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me
And all ya′ll niggas can do is *???spend a paybie???*
Ain′t gonna never change, do anything for bricks
Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range
Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit′ your friends
And what the fuck you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains?
Clown, I spot ′em from the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks
And little doggies dyed pink
′Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think
If you know somethin′, speak the shit, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest
Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it
That′s why they got the most sites, and in the most fights
And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin′ they life
If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice

[Chorus]
[Nokio]
Y′all fuckin′ with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz with the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it′s like, "WHOA!!WHOA!!"

[Eve]
Y′all fuckin′ with the right ones, UHH
Role it up and just lite some, UHH
Where my niggaz that take ones?
′Cuz when we smoke that shit it′s like "WHOA!!WHOA!!"

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[Intro]
That "T" would help though
Here we go again
Yeah, check it out, y′all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y′all, check it out y′all
Straight Y.O. mother fuckers

Now days cats and middleman, little man, ain′t controlling shit
Talk about holding bricks, but ain′t holding dick
Niggas talk real slick, but that′s about it
Soon as I see ′em headed my way, I cut them off quick
Must you beat me in my head everytime I come through?
It′s shit like, everybody tells me I sound just like you
But you got me, got me? And you can′t live without me
If I wasn′t DMX, you wouldn′t give a fuck about me
Ain′t about "Dog I wanna be just like you"
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
Shit, I get niggas that ride big every fuckin′ day (I-ight?)
If you got talent, talent is yours, it can′t be mine
And it take you where it′s gon′ take you, it′ll be fine
Let me hit ′em with the rewind
Do you and I′ll do me
To me you′ll see how real you′ll be

[1] - Do you - Cuz what it boils down to it′s true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I′mma do me, truley

Do you - Cuz what it boils down to, it′s true
Do you - Cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - Is that really what you want me to see
Do you - Cuz I′mma do me, truley

Hey yo dog, I got lyrics
Hey yo dog, I got beats (Word)
Damn, is this the type of shit I gots to put up with in the streets?
Used to be able to walk, not have to talk to nobody
Everywhere I go it′s like I bring the whole party
It ain′t about tryin′ to follow or tryin′ to be like
But if we all see it through the eyes of the Lord, we see a light (c′mon)
Just let me get a hold of the mic, I′ll teach you a little something
Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin′
Express yourselves, be who you are, umm umm, you′re a shining star
You don′t even know what you got inside
How the fuck you gon′ find out, you keep wanting to ride
Hey yo, I ain′t gon′ let it slide no more
You′re best to go for what you know
Can′t do you, then what you flow for
You ain′t gon′ get there tryin′ to be me, dog
Look through your eyes, see what you see

[Repeat 1]

Like fuck it, you wanna be me? Here′s what you do
Grow up neglected by both parents and still pull through
You gots to come up fucked up, get treated like shit
Then have your mother′s new boyfriend smack you like a bitch Turn into a killer,
don′t carry shottie
Cuz the way it′s goin′ down right now, you gon′ kill somebody
Get a dog, walk the streets, learn what you need to learn
Better have a cause but because you′ll get burned
You got 15 years without ever coming out
And beat your fist at the world and what they talkin′ about
Then get locked up every two years
For two years keep it real, hold back all tears, face your fears
Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes
Let ′em know what′s on your mind, then you′ll get your shine
In time, everything you hear will come true
But you won′t be doin′ me, you′ll be doin′ you

[Repeat 1 until fade]

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[DMX]
Ughhh
Aieyo (ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!)
These niggaz is crazy baby
They cant fuck wit da dog (ya know)
Yo Swizz
Swizz (my nigga)
Swizz, Swizz, Swizz
Anotha one? (Swizz)
Anotha one? (Anotha one?)
Are we being greedy??? (Uh, Swizz, Swizz)
Or what???
I don′t think so
Uh
Come on baby
Like u dont know
Da streets is (uh)
To Bad
They′ll find yo body
But in pieces (uh)
Cuz the beast is
On some real cruddy shit
About to split yo wig wit some bloody shit
I ain′t droppin′ nutitn but dat ugly shit (come on)
Bite yo head like i tried yo man
Cuz what u sayin is nuttin(uh huh)
Must really think im playin
But i′ll be layin
While u bluffin
Look out !!!
Dey don′t let dat crook out
I took out
Enough of yo family
To have a fuckin cook out (uh)
For one time we get togetha (uh)
Is it when everyone get hit togetha
Or when im in da tent just before they hit da leather
Ima say it so i know how much strenght is left
And curse all who will breathe in da stench of death (uh huh)
Though after the sixth day im buried
I will rise
And bomb da fluid in my veins and blood in my eyes (uh, uh)
And them guys that was laughin
Dont even smile anymore
How many 4 pound rounds can yo ass indulge?
20 more of that raw strip to da flesh (what?!)
1000 pounds of pressure
Shit that rip through the vest and pull yo chest open
So what da Ruff Ryder possed to do?
When u frontin
Give u niggaz what u wantin
Mufucka...
NUTIN!!

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[DMX]
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

My dogs is dogs with official bloodline
I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine
Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat
Motherfuckers think you sweat till your chest gets messed up
Two days later he′s dressed up, let him rest up
He ain′t going nowhere, no time soon
Remember high noon, last thing he heard was BOOM
Can I gets some room, or do I have to make me a path
break you in half, fake niggas make me laugh
Yall niggas is funny, still talking about money
And ain′t got none, get the shotgun cause you hungry
It′s about to get ugly when the lights is out
One, two, three, Hooo, that′s three strikes, you′re out
His ninth was out, I think they found it filling his head
He in the bag, and I′m over here killing his men

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I′m starting to get that same feeling that kept me raw
Can′t afford to trust niggas, cause niggas lust figures
Plus niggas scared to bust niggas, rush niggas
Doing it with the heat, and ain′t killing nothing but time
Fucking with the streets you ain′t feeling nothing but mine
Tired of hearing niggas rhyme and don′t say shit
Fuck is on a niggas mind, why don′t they quit
Sucking my dick, looking for something new
Let you man hold something, with your whole something crew
You know how niggas do, we don′t forget shit
If you were there when it′s thin, then you there when it′s thick
No hitchhikers, fuck that, the ride was rough
And if you a nigga that was with us, then that was rough
A lot of niggas that is with us, ain′t cried enough
So now when niggas come and get us we fires them up

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

Motherfucker, thought that the X would stop
But I got niggas like ′Yo, who′s the next to drop′
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it′s official
Think when you die, how many′s gonna miss you
Lean over in your casket and kiss you
Send you on your way with a blessing
And pray that another learned a lesson
Smith and Wesson ended moneys life, now moneys wife′s a widow
′Gave it to him full blast′, nah dog just a little
Besides rap, I don′t talk, but make plenty of moves
I′ll murder ten of you fools, before your ready to choose
You either win or you lose, and I ′luh′ to win
Even if it means I got to shed blood again
Keep a bank account doubling but don′t hate me
Really thought that′s what you said, would either make me or break me
No, and it don′t take me long to write
Matter of fact I think I′ll drop another song tonight
Come on!

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

@ DMX

Текст песни:

[DMX]
Uh-huh (Y′KNOW?)
ARF!
Uhh..

Take it for what it′s worth, my birth was a blessing
Sent to live and die, on earth as a lesson
We each have a star, all we have to do is find it
Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded (WHAT?)
They′ll tell you that you′re bright, and say you have a future
When you turn your back, same cats′ll try to shoot ya
Niggaz ain′t shit, I can live on both sides of the fence
Forget what you do, when you talk, see what you really meant (aight?)
That′s what I thought, them niggaz was bluffin (uh)
They talk all day but say, nothin (uh)
It gets so dark (WHAT?) haze so intense
Since this first rain it′s like it′s rained ever since (WHAT?)
Never got paid for a rhyme but I flow (whoo)
Never got a plate on time but I grow (whoo)
Live your life, STAY on the line but I go (UHH)
Went from doin crime to bein kind cause I know

[Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)]

I′m gon′ live forever, I′m never gon′ die
Only thing I fear is that I′m never gon′ fly
Carry my weight but I′m never gon′ cry
Shit I tell y′all niggaz straight cause I′m never gon′ lie

[DMX]
What is about who I am that makes me unforgettable (HMM)
What it is about what I′ve done that makes it so incredible (uhh)
"More money, more problems" -- well the fame was worse (uh-huh)
I reached out for love and what came back was thirst (WHAT?)
Blessed with the curse (uh) niggaz don′t hear me
Niggaz don′t hear me, Y′ALL NIGGAZ, don′t hear me (uh)
What′d I just say? "Nigga g′head" - you see that?
You gots to FEEL ME to catch what I′m sayin, BELIEVE THAT (UHH!)
But leave that, alone (WHAT?)
We gon′ make a nigga wanna be at, your home (WHAT?)
Oh you kinda quiet with the heat at, your dome (UHH!)
If the dog got he′s gonna bring back a bone
cause we got the chrome (C′MON!)
This is what I live for, or die for
I′m the nigga with the high score, you try for
What you niggaz wanna lie for? It changes nothin
I′m true for cats, yet some strangers bluffin

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Now if I take what he gave me and I, use it right (uh-huh)
In other words if I listen and, use the light (uh-huh)
Then what I say will remain here, after I′m gone
Still here, on the strength of a song, I live on (HMM)
No second-guessin on what I stood for, I was good for
stoppin niggaz from killin each other in the hood war (UHH)
Comin through showin love, throwin up (UHH)
Them cats not throwin love, you know whassup (WHAT?)
Dark Man baby, that′s my name
and I gots to be the realest nigga (UHH) up in this game
Cause ain′t no shame, they don′t make em like, this no more
Real to the core, big heart but built for war
I stand for what I believe in
Even if what I believe in stops me from breathin
Relatives grievin, but I ain′t went nowhere
Listen to the song (C′MON) I′m right there

@ DMX

Текст песни:

Uh, it′s that real shit yo
Grrr!

[1] - Can′t stop
Gotta eat
Stepping on, my feet
Spread love, think it′s sweet
Uh, uh, uh all you catz don′t know

[Repeat 1]

Yeah baby, shit′s about to jump off and
Lookin′ for the bus to bring in my man from up north
Been like three years since when got knocked
Since he got caught
Punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it
Kept a nigga straight with money in the books
And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks
Took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight
Dropped him off at the wife′s crib after we ate
Our estate was the next move for me
Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months
Cause when it′s on, it′s on
He didn′t care
It′s like slow down baby
The money ain′t going nowhere
Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it
The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on)
You gotta watch a nigga just coming home in a game
Cause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grain

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I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled
What is strange is the change that niggaz go through
When they′re locked down and really can′t hack it
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain′t built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike, D?"
Wasn′t me, but yeah he had it coming to him
Used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him
Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in VA
Cause the money comes quick
Half of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him (damn)
But things happen so I really wasn′t wreckin′ on him (damn)
Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further
Ain′t heard from him in two months, murder, murder
And from the next flight thinking I might have to steal something
This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (come on)

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Listen, money is missing and it′s hectic (what?)
Found the safe, checked it
Shit looks detected (what?)
Just what I expected when I got no word from him
Asked around but ain′t nobody heard from him (uh-huh)
But money talks and most niggaz is snakes
So it wasn′t long before his man was ready to take
Me to where he was at, checked my gat
Threw in a four clip, pumped myself up
Cause I can′t go for that bullshit (come on)
Fuckin′ with my last load of cash ain′t the issue
It′s just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you
Takin′ back for niggaz in New York and how they told me so
Now I got to knock his boots, he owes me dough
Layin′ up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob story (come on)
The famous "Oh you didn′t know I got robbed!" story (come on)
Told it′s to me he should be grateful to
Fuck that bitch! Look at what she made you do
Now there′s love lost and a double cross
Pointed at that bitch, turned her braids into sauce
So you wanna be with him (uh) and talk to me like I′m silly (yeah)
Five bottle of Mo on the floor, boxes of phillys (uh)
Ten g′s in the shoebox under the bed
And for every g I put a fuckin′ slug in his head
And from then, the moral of the story if you missed it
Is the grand is always gonna be there
Just never go against it

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You cats must not know

@ DMX