The Professional [clean]

[dj clue]
New shit, nature
(yo, yo nate, you gon do this for queens,this one here for queens yanawmean?)
(yo nature gon rip this down, for clueminatti and the whole queens)
It's the, dj clue
(we gon spit this one for the 1999)

[nature]
Aiyyo, i got a bitch buy me 'dro, a bitch buy me clothes
A bitch that can't cook, stay burnin sloppy joe's
Olive oyl legs, even them stocky hoes
Bitches that i used to beep, but forget they codes
They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face fuckin
I get em drunk in my room, and keep mase bumpin
The one wit total, your friends might of told you
I violate menage's, pimp game be bi-coastal
Officialize one's high fold you, run and tell em next
Cuz only some become gremlettes
I never spend for sex, strictly rainy days
Strictly wit the fat ass, backshots made me spray
Like the shotty pump, they tried to tie me up
And want to spend the night, every time we fuck
Get a snooze on, cum stains in a futon
It ain't a game, still you run when the food's gone
Now who is wrong

[chorus]
When i spit, you spit, hot shh, new shh
Exclusive, nature, clue shh
When you spit, i spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive, jungle, watch this
When i spit, you spit, hot shh (dj clue), new shh
(the professional), exclusive, nature, clue shh
When you spit, i spit, new shh, hot shh
Exclusive (stupid!!), jungle watch this

[nature]
Got a fiend that owes me ten, a fiend that owes a buck
Got a decent job, pay they debts slow as fuck
Catch em in the street, ?mo fit? up, say "come on you bitch"
It's only money i'm involved wit
Calculations, foreclose homes out in vegas
I run wit tm, meanin bitches pay us, it's outrageous
Clk's, rims ill, tinted up, pullin bitches wit bird shit on the windshield
Hoppin out, niggas front, we knock em out
Like a smooth boxer, writin new how shh
Generatin paper like lou gosset
Makin moves while your crew gossip
Read about us, raw shh, our feats'll doubt us
Niggas talk shh, a team of cowards
Need to stop frontin when there's nuttin to do
Nuttin new, niggas is comin for you
Yeah, it's 1998, nature somethin for clue

Chorus 2x *with clue shoutouts*

[dj clue]
You know how we do it, queens style
Every trip, haha

who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
(repeat 4x).


Hey you fucking gangsters where you at,telling this boy hugo how to do that
And why is he trying to do some good gangster shit,when he knows you bloody
Mother fucking gangster fucking arseholes doing the shit.

So you must follow my steps in being a gangster shit and i will be cool to you
Until your better than those fucking nigga's and then i will show you the
Gangster shit.

Who got the gangsta shit
He's got the gangsta shit
So ya betta do tha right shit
And then i can show ya how to smoke tha gangsta shit.

Who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
And hugo taylor too!

(lord tariq & muggs talking)
Trying to tell you man
I'm going up in there
Trying to dig into niggas pockets
Fuck that man

-{lord tariq}-
Either you be real or you be dead
Hey killer, be a killer
That's the rules to this game
In the court of the law
With let niggas that feel ya
They know cat dealers
But with some new shit, like clue shit
We strap for this thriller
You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out
Cock the mack back, blow his back out
And take the back route
And that's what that's about
Understand? i wan't cans in hand
This shit is real, never phony
Don't come short with my mo-ney
I'll only tell you once tony
"don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me"
If so, trust me, you outta luck b
And try to sit high where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking broke
Fuck a bitch i wan't the world thust
Keeping feds of my ass
I gotta think fast
'cause black man white town you know this shit won't last
We try to bumble like ass
Stay low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it

Chorus:
We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this
(2x)

-{lord tariq}-
Now if the good die young
Then what the fuck that makes me?
And who the fuck are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holding it down in the decks
And for the frauds i got techs
Heading straight for your chest
Feel me on this
My word is priceless
You can't pawn this
I might diss drop jewels
The way i cop jewels
The way my nine drops flues
The way my mind influes
What's a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you never heard of
>from jimbos to fat burger
On some last long shit
I be doing this forever like that nigga von zeil
Plus i calm shit, i bomb shit
I had alot of brooklyn niggas
Saying "yeah them bronx niggas they get down"
So hold your heat up, and move fast
You got to keep
Because clue, minnesota, lord tariq run these streets what
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to comprehend
When my nine talks

Chorus(2x)

-{muggs}-
I peep the devil screaming bk
'cause i rock for b.i.g.
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap i pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me african black named after my medicine
Street veteran with one gun
Killed eleven men
It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's
Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
Now i push your hair line back
Do what the con do
I warned you, and sworn no talking
Bring the thing out
Got the block surrounded like cops
And shots rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed
Run with thero heads
Leave you in another burough bed
Respect my hood, like the heats do
Be k to the bronx
Poor kane, lord tariq & clue

Chorus(2x)

Dj clue:
Uh-huh
Dj clue, professional
Roc-a-fella!

Dj clue: *with echo effect*

Fantastic four: cam'ron, pun, nore, canibus

Cam'ron:

>you never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, i gotta see double
Unless you want trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then i smile
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after i played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what i say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all
Like stacy, damn, she was eatin' tracy's ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on i had to call up desert storm
My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the don fall
But i'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but i get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off
Y'all all soft from smokin nicholi (/nicks), nigga, like volkof
Know what i mean yo? notice the cream grow
I fiend though, i'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next to me in the benz truck too

Big pun:

>fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad & ts
Out wit the b.s.
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is 85%, i'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders all in the crown
Talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on a serious tip
You keep playin' and i get furious quick
And now i take you for a walk in the ghetto
Even spark your metal and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now i just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a mack in the back of the ac[ura]
Now i relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think i won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mack, quicker than kung fu
With the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose

Noreaga:

Busta:
Uh-uh
Fears, real fears
The universal flipmode squad
Known to every existing life form as the imperial 6
Has formed an alliance with the official cluemannatti
Whatever you want, we do whatever you want

(in the background as busta speaks)
Whatever you you want (4x)
Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)

Baby sham:
Yo it's time to make these moves
Me and my flipmode crew
Baby sham spit the hot shit just for you
Make you get off your seat so you can cop the clue
Q.b.c. and killer kids never obey these rules
That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood excuse you
When we perform, bitches stand still like statues
Borrow this game, so y'all can proceed to move

Rah digga:
Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus
You get ate like you was peanut butter and swarma
Go tell yo' people i got a shitty karma brick city
Home of the crush mc's and my shit be the joint like i was black eyed
Peas

Hook (busta rhymes and lord have mercy)
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do

Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want
We always got the new, always coming through
With my nigga clue, rapping with my flipmode crew

Rampage:
Ramp, i'm still jig
I'm in the party taking a swig
I'm rich, yo i gotta think big
Holding the bar, me and busta bus, lord have and spliff star
Driving foreign cars, open club speed
Sham and rah digga had the weed, pass the duche
That all a nigga need
Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
All my life i had to scramble what

Spliff star:
I be that thug back in the club
Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me
Niggaz through the street show me love
Gettin' paper now, bill gates is my neighbor now
Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now
This here, my year turn millionaire
If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
If i got it, imma flaunt it
That brooklyn shit, i'm on it
Spliff star, america's nightmare most wanted

Hook (dj clue shout outs)

Busta rhymes:
You want beef, my name beef steak charles
With deeper frequency than lou rawls
Drop like niagara falls
Soft like quaker oats whippin' in speed boats
Make y'all niggaz ba-ah-ah like a bunch of billygoats
Ba-ah-ah back to you, while you take notes
Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats yo
Yo, flipmode squad lock yo' house up
Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up

Lord have mercy:
Landlord confusing you chumps
Doing it up off rhymes
Scarring, shooting up the club
Like pharmaceutical drugs
You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up
Losing your blood
It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones
King of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)
Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces
Chatted with jesus
Niggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone
Flipmode and desert storm, desert storm

Hook (2x)

Dj clue:
Dj clue

Busta rhymes(talking):
It only gets better motherfuckers
Flipmode the imperial, cluemanati
Do whatever the fuck y'all wanna do

Dj clue: whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!

Chorus 2x

R.o.c. (j.d.):
Now all my niggas say what(what)
We dont give a fuck(uh-huh), gotta let a bitch be a ho(hoooo)
Now all my niggas say what
We dont give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough(money, money)

[j.d.]
All the niggas fuckin in between, be the the main man
Never get stuck on the scene without a game plan, understand
I went from pop lock into tops droppin
To one of the reasons why the day parties keep rockin
No stoppin niggas is like (wa-what?)
And shorty from the south keep fuckin it up
I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry
Makin hits, is how ya'll remember me
Niggas dream to be like this one here
Jd type cat dont dissapear
I'm the j to the e, r to the m
A-i-n-e, got so many
Bitches i should set up shop
Bettin against me,
Please! my bank dont stop
I come through, bumpin clue, with a 7-5-0
Screamin, i gots to have it, i love the dough

Chorus 2x

[r.o.c.]
Nobody wanna fuck with the r.o.c.
Young g from the streets
And he's banned from t.v.
Nobody said life was easy
Out on the block
I got shot
And nobody came to see me
Back on my feet
Packed my heat
Got back in the beef
Blazed it up
Are ya muthafuckas lookin for me
Raized it up
And now they see i'm makin rap songs
All i ask is my real doggs smash on...
I said yea and ya dont stop
Cuz its a 1-8-7 when ya fuck wit r.o.c.!!
I said yea and ya dont quit
I'm comin live from the bricks wit the gangsta shit
All my niggas on the corner at the end of the block
Infront of the stores, shakin my dick at the lady cop
Shakin my clip
Til the hatas drop
And i'm in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block
And i'm dumpin

Chorus 2x

[j.d.]
I seen a lot of niggas go down the wrong path
And i learned from they mistakes, how to keep cash
In this world it's snakes,
I dont care,
I dont break,
Pushin benz, cuz a nigga know how to create
On and on like a jeep go
Any nigga standin in my way of my papers, automatically fonito
Suckin on the end of rosco pico's
Trained to name
Deleted from the muthafuckin game
Ain't no mo shoppin throught the glass
Beggin for ass
If it ain't 1st class
I let it pass
Ya'll that dont got it talkin all that trash
Tryin to play tough ya'll when ya really bitch-ass
I'm the cream of the crop
The dream of the top
I'm the one they come and see when they dont want it to stop
I'm the bass,
The snare,
The one that dont care
Rip shit the fuck up then i'm outta here

Chorus 2x

Geah, what?
Niggas bleek, duro
We live
Thugged out
Marcy, smoked out
Yeah

Uh, yo, yo
Im on now
Therfore your ready rock
Compare to this fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me bill gates money
A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
They showed me how to drive these ???
Chop dueces and old rubers
Have a nigga rocked up then knocked up
Plenty y'all wit his chest out gettin stocked up
We trade war stories back on the streets
When we played em messhall
Niggas get'em on his eats
Im a foul little nigga, wild little nigga
Dedicated to these streets a pump valve little nigga
You hear about my wherabouts?
Bitches i don't care about
Money im a man about
Drama im a air it out
Niggas hate bleek cause i live right
You'd love to see me broke frontin
Wit no chips right?

Chorus: 2x
Who wanna hear some more thugged out shit?(what)
Who wanna hear that get smoked out shit?(geah)
Who want to hear some real live type shit?(huh)
Who want it wit that oh, chest out shit?(what)

But this bleek life my young niggas i tell ya
I went from a failure, holdin paraphanalia
Weight scales, twelve-twelves, dimes and fishtales
Cooked up and bagged up
My life was fucked up, but i looked at it this way
If i dont make it this way, then im a do it this way
Blaze my heat, while im after them nickels
Fuck six i chase nine fucken zeros
Digits i got four of them, want five more of them
Bitches when i told'em flies bring more of them
I fuck'em never call'em,my dough must have spoiled em
Nigga blew roll wit'em but now im ignoring them
This street life kept bleek tight with heat right
On the ten-speed herbed up, nigga word up
You saw me, but if not your man did
I know i pull gats on y'all for crack shit
Yeah uh-huh

Chorus:2x

My niggaz roll dice in the back park
We sip bacardi darked wit sprite all night
Till the sky get bruised or thug nigga lose
Pull out two-two's only catch two, hundred
Half the crowd skated ?when? which you wanted
This nigga got shaky and panic when you fronted
When he saw the black kron
I thought the nigga wore a thong
The way he froze his arm
Dukes said its on
He stripped to his drawers when he heard one raw
Took off half ass when the nigga spit more
And we all spit game you niggas ?heard free? game
By soft motherfuckers, you lame mothefuckers
I fall, i get back
To test my worth
I tell heads to hit that, its raw get rid of that
My worker take thirty off a bundle
Dodging the bikers, and'em d's
When they rush the jungle
So we stash in the fences
Sit low on the benches
Keep a small gun in case its on in the trenches
Yo

Chorus:2x

We live
For the thugged niggas, marcy
What? we out

(mase)
I thought duro was an old man before i met her
Check this out right, this is me m-a dollar sign e (c'mon, c'mon)
Thorough,too throrough, harlem world be the burough
Cool 'da love up above (that's right)
Can't forget my family (who 'dat be) cardan & kfc
Blinky blink & d-r-e
(uh-huh) (uh-huh)
Cluemanati, we like it (uh-huh)

Mase too smooth, call me debonair
Hits every year, so shake your derriere (c'mon)
Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair
What a brother, too black, me living here
We don't stare, i don't care, i'm know i'm there
Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumb
And if you get mase strung, that'll be no pre-num
Ever since big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, i'm your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, i know she die fo' me
You got me confused, see cam the freak
Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach
I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach
Living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, i be o-t,low-key
Icy roli, smoke a o-z
I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee
And i'm 2.8 and about to blow 3

(mase) fabulous sport
Chorus: now that's the way (uh-huh, uh-huh), we like it (uh-huh,uh-huh),
That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) we like it 3x

(fabolous)
Now you can tell i blew, push the 740 l-i through
Eyes low, from the l-i-q
If you was hot, you'd be going through the cell i do
Give alias to any female, i screw
One running with fabolous,who knew as well as i do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before i hit the tens, i'm getting bailed by crew
Be back downtown,bagging chicks at l-i-u
Cause money ain't a thing no more, i use to sling the raw
Now i'm off in spring to tour, in singapore
Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar
Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before
I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low
And v two shades with the toast and the tahoe
We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on
Ya'll cats know me, i be throwing clinks on
And be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on

Chorus 3x

(foxy)
Did you know that i, simply got these cats where i want 'em and...
(uh) see the 6 then i want 'em in
It ain't a secret, bet that i slide 'em with something i could freak with
And do that freak shit
And i'm stepping in hotter, like don dada
Snatch my prada, ya hoes done done nada
Make you never wanna flash your shit
Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit
If do find me,then i will crash your shit
If you think you was a'ight, i will blast your shit
Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly
Use to be o-t, now i'm 2.3 (uh)
Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate
Be that same chick, that you praying will fake
And i solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death
Ya heard?(uh,uh,uh)fuck you think this is?
If you broke, then i be off, do mine, ski off
And, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless there's some princesses on the wrist
Or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shit
Oh yeah, it's not a game, i do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range

Chorus 3 x

(fabolous)
(f-a-b-o)
(l-o-u-s)

(dj clue)
New hit fabulous straight from desert storm
Whaaaaaat!

I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout
How we spend car money to glist our rolls out
Play bars and buy the cris and moes out
Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out
Fabolous the one from the menatti mix
Known to have more kicks than karate flicks
Slim nigga in a big body six
Wit enough dough and pull to gotti fixed
If i wasn't rappin i'd have a ???
Down south in a town you never heard before
Dealin wit weight columbians would murder for
??? cats i keep burnin for furthermore
I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek s
That's gon need week rest after greekfest
Jump in private jets just to sneak west
Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh

(chorus)
Niggas want it
Now they get it
Bitches on it
Now they wit it
Flooded up and custom fitted
Tinted up and bb kinted
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday
Sip lots of cherry 'ze in a hot chevy 'le
I know's a few niggas that plot to bury j
Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier
What you gon do when we send shots from every way
We got perion while y'all got perrier
I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass
Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast
Now i gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter
Cop a crown and put stones on a border
Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater
Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order

Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for
Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for
That make local cops go to feds for
Anything you want nigga now i got the bread for

(chorus)

(dj clue)
My nigga lil' rob i see ya!
Carlyle
My nigga model boy
Slade
My nigga miller
Jason
Jungle
Clue!

(fabolous)
New york is getting money
Va is getting money
La is getting money
Fabolous is getting money

(fabolous)
Fabolous so cool i could play texas
In avirex's light gray lexus
Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace
Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast
We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist
Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss
Fuck studs i'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear
And be getting head from brunettes in a lear
If you ain't talkin money i don't wanna chit chat
Throwin partys in jamaica when i hit plat
Receivin chips thugs catch cases for
Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore
Sport come through nigga like checks on the first
Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop
And i'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops

(chorus)

(dj clue)
Dj clue, fabolous
Fresh out york star
Concords
Bronx entertainment
D-o-s
A-t-l

Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it
Y'all gon wonder how we did it
Y'all gon wonder how we get it

F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s

(dj clue)
My nigga lou, willies
You know how we do it
That platinum shit
Word up!

This thing right here.. (yeah yeah)
Is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) swizz beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here.. (ruff ryders)
Will get your ass off your feet (remix! .. c'mon)

[drag-on]
They call me drag-on, when it's time to bomb
I burn em all, til they all say turn em off
Cause these chips, i'ma run em all
Chickenheads, know i, be the colonel
Cause i burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno
So be careful, 'fore i burn you
You better learn dude, yeah i heard you
But i'ma hurt you, but you don't know?
My versatile, is a virtue
Ruff ryders be the team, which means
A lot cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man cause i'm too tough
Indubitably, too dust
Do you bust? cause we do
You need to ask the people, but quietly
But they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buying this?
Cause niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid
They call me drag-on; i'm the youngest but get bonkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from yonkers
But this bronx bomber's spittin flame
So you better wear your armor
Flame on!

Chorus: dmx (repeat 2x)

My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut em down, open up shop
First we had em like ohhh, now they like nooo
What baby?!! that's how ruff ryders roll

[jadakiss]
When i pop up, i lock shop up, pull the drop up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up
And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up
You know what i'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked
Or writin rhymes watching scarface in the hot tub
Whatchu wanna bet, when i pull it out
If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out
Who you know besides 'kiss take the piss in the bottle of crist'
And then give it to a modelin bitch
And you like your watch plain, i'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time

[styles]
Y'all niggaz ain't hearin me out, til i pop up
Appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style
Everybody actin violent and wild
Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move
Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose
I ruff ryde, i don't like to slide felt that i slipped
Then the gun's only helpin the clip
And the clip's only helpin my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin your man?
When i cock back and hop out the van
Double r, get a job, play the shit in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your r
Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of dodge

[eve]
Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin triggers
News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture
Get witcha, this bitch from illadelph marches quicker
Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor
Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender
Groups be sayin i'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore i hit ya
Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters
Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then i get ya
Used to be shy-er, now i'ma ruff ryder
Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us
Haters, screamin, "who that bitch?" (uhh, uhh)
Mind your business nigga

Chorus

[dj clue * talking over chorus *]
Yeah!! dj clue!
The professional! part one
C'mon! mad shout out, donnie brascoe
Big skate, duro.. clue!

[dmx]
Uhh, uhh, uhh..
The x is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred
Fuckin with the dog when you fuckin with the god
Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft
Remember me from up north, i had you scared to cough
My name is ringin bells, in penitentiary cells
I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell
You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it
Outta sixteen shots i'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am i gonna get
Thought you knew what i was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, "yo x ripped it!"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, i got this shit locked!
Is that a game or a joke? say the name or get smoked
Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat
Hit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life
(grrrrrr) a dog is a dog for life!