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1. _ Don't You Ever
[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! more free lyrics |
2. _ The Professional
[Chorus: DMX] Niggaz won't creep these streets with me cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna.. cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!) I look through the 11th floor window Take one last puff of the indo (WHAT?) Look through the scope, and let like ten go Break it down, back in the briefcase (uh-huh) Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe (UH) Outside I breathe safe (UH) Nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (WHAT?) Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted (WHAT?) Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight) It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uhh) Stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga and drop you (uhh) Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run but I'm on the job and right now there's more niggaz that need to be left with a head full of lead, restin easily (WHOO) And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (C'MON!) [Chorus 2X] [DMX] I can catch you in the very building that you live in (UH) Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight?) Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?) I was there, you ain't DIE at the top of the steps (aight?) I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh) Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (BOOM!) Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uhh, uhh, uhh) I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (C'MON!) I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!) then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb I could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat with some fuckin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass (BLEH) clean up the mess and, get away from the cops [Chorus 2X] [DMX] I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man workin at Toys'R'Us handin yo' kid a brand new toy (true) I could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?" I could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in except that, I don't like to involve, women and children (aight) A nigga got feelings, I just put em aside and when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented (uh) I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it I know I'm doin wrong and everyday I beg the Lord to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword Shit ain't goin too well, BUT THAT'S MY LIFE I know I'm goin to hell, BUT THAT'S MY LIFE Sometimes I think what will I do, WITH MY LIFE Kill nigga kill this IS MY LIFE [Chorus 2.5X] more free lyrics |
3. _ D-X-L (Hard White)
[Styles P] Holiday Styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill I don't give a fuck, never have, never will If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin to die I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what) You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast [Sheik] Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is cool And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in school No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye? I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT? [Jadakiss] Yo, yo, yo, yo All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip Bet you never even felt the heat til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease Streets help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh) All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh) Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh) Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh) It's Jada (mwwaa) responsible for breakin your heart (uh) Uh [Drag-On] Creep through the streets For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off And take casket naps, fuck that You shoulda never let this bastard rap All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale from my horror's no morals Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance So you dyin? It's no problem, no lyin Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em Drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well I don't brag I let the streets tell Po'-po' now you see he fell [DMX (overlapping last line)] Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?) You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh) What the science behind that son? (I don't know) A lot of easy walkin I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh) Ain't tryin to talk about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?) I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon) And for talkin too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh) It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know that (uh-huh) Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that Now don't act, cause actin might get you rollin with what you ain't ready to handle (UHH) All that's left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!) It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz Talkin reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh) From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight Let them cats spit that weak shit (What!) I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA! [Styles] [Sheek] They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra jails and extra cops (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra chains and extra watches (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra jails and extra cops (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra chains and extra watches (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) more free lyrics |
4. _ Prayer 3
[DMX] Let us pray Lord Jesus it is you, who wakes me up every day And I am forever grateful for your love.. .. this is why I pray You let me touch so many people, and it's all for the good I influenced so many children, I never thought that I would And I couldn't take credit for the love they get because it all comes from you Lord I'm just the one that's givin it And when it seems like the pressure gets to be too much I take time out and pray, and ask that you be my crutch Lord I am not perfect by a longshot -- I confess to you daily But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me In my heart I mean well, but if you'll help me to grow then what I have in my heart, will begin to show And when I get goin, I'm not lookin back for NOTHIN Cause I will know where I'm headed, cause I'm so tired of the sufferin I stand before you, a weakened version of, your reflection Beggin for direction, for my soul needs resurrection I don't deserve what you've given me, but you never took it from me because I am grateful, and I use it, and I do not, worship money If what you want from me is to bring your children to you my regret is only having one life to do it, instead of two Amen more free lyrics |
5. _ What's My Name
This is the fuckin shit I be talkin about Half rappin' ass mothafuckers You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin 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 fuckin with your mind, stop talkin shit Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth And really don't know who you fuckin 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 fucked 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! more free lyrics |
6. _ X Is Coming For You
Hey Mimi Word? [dogs barking] Get em boy.. get em boy! Get em boy! Get em boy! Boyyyyyyy! ("There's nothin you can do...") [repeats in background] [Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)] X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin for ya Cause X is comin' for ya Run, hide, duck, duck We don't give a fuck, fuck [DMX] Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five times Turn out the lights (WHAT?) then I done crooked nine lives Don't get scared now nigga, finish it cause you started it Watch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon) Nigga, where yo' heart at? Tell me what you made of Already lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid of We both know you pussy, but I ain't gonna say nuttin Just hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uhh) I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what?) Plus, give the Feds a real good place to point (what?) and laced the joint, I ain't gonna front I had my hands full Glad to be alive, but you like, that's that bull (grrrrr) But now you know, what you get, when you fuckin wit cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit Stuck in shit, til that headpiece gets BLAZED Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave Its over, at least for you it is It don't think the coroner, to see how true it is I knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screamin IT WAS ALL FOR THE MONEY, while I'm hittin and splittin him down from his nose to his nuts (what?) Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?) Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh) And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr) [Chorus] [DMX] My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry That nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his ass Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?) Another nigga split; there go white meat - another nigga takin up room in the mall under a white sheet (c'mon) That's what you get for wanna to take it there (uhh) But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth you cryin bout let's make it fair (uhh) Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh) When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh) Part of the game is niggaz wanna become fam-ous and doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh) I want house money, Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money I ain't laughin, but yo it's mad funny (c'mon) I used to talk about that shit you got but you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot! Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz from Israel Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel? knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo' and see a bitch Wasn't surprised to see a switch (c'mon) Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I'ma smack his man (uhh) Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggaz I'd rather be eatin of a plate with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?) Cause I done took about as much I can stand A nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse (WHAT?) that says, the reward for bein real, is the hearse before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did (uhh) catches up and get you right when you thought you slid It's gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk, for real [Chorus] more free lyrics |
7. _ Make A Move
[DMX] Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.. mm.. [Chorus: DMX] I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh I gots to take a block and make it boom (BOOM) I take the car and hit it with this boom Now come on, let's get that money! [DMX] It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated I hate it, seein crab niggaz that made it And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth? Not in New York, cause niggaz talk about goin out of state Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew Niggaz that ain't never had, and doin bad Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad Grab your bags, it's about to go down We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down [Chorus 2X] [DMX] I gots to make a move and make it soon Gots to take a block and make it boom we comin through so make some room Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up The purple top ?thirty-five smalls a ring of games? but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's I send two niggaz back up top, and come back we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop It's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six then I don't trust ya And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollars Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!") You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow and fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo' [Chorus 2X] [DMX] I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich and a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin and we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts and when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff But I ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit Ain't tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun Got bitches to transport without an escort I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why nigga?) Cause I'm a hustlin motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down [Chorus 2X] more free lyrics |
8. _ More 2 A Song
[DMX] Uhh.. c'mon! [Chorus: DMX] (Dog) It's more to a song than, jewelry and clothes More to a niggaz life than, money and hoes The game is a lot bigger than you, think you know And if you think you know, then I don't think you know [DMX] Niggaz - walk around frontin (frontin) talkin bout jewels (jewels) how much you bust tools, y'all niggaz sounds like fools (woo) Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost? (mm-hmm) How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost (aight) If you flashin it, you must not want it See I fuck with real niggaz that done it You know what time it is, run it! Niggaz got more important shit to deal with Talkin about some 4 wheel shit but my man here is about to kill shit (UH!) Keep playin niggaz pussy, and you will get fucked Why don't you cop some more ice dog then you will get stuck and fucked Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street and see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo) It want be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the shitty life (aight?) Ain't a fuckin thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care [Chorus: repeat 2X] [DMX] Born and raisesd in the projects and can't forget it And all that grimmy shit niggaz do, I done did it (uhh) And I'm still wit it, nigga I stay in the hood But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood You keep bringin them fake bitches through You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (WHAT?) We take bitches too (aight?) An if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last stop We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box (c'mon!) Big ass rocks, I want that! Fuck the blood All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?" Flossin yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit? (uhh, uhh) Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do For me them niggaz'll hide you, where nobody'll find you If you eatin motherfucker, then your dogs should be eatin too Not just four or five niggaz Cause you know what the streets'll do [Chorus: repeat 2X] [DMX] I will be the voice of the street til I die (die) Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly (fly) Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then get it now, cause it's all that's left And this will be the last breath (uh) provokin my niggaz (uh) to start choking y'all niggaz (WHAT?) and smokin y'all niggaz A nigga would never have to say, "X feed me!" You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy!" Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!" Get up, cocksuckin motherfucker, shut up Shut up {*"pop pop"*} Fuck you nigga From the hood to the wood, fuck you nigga This for my dogs, til death do us part I'm still here, cause I been here from the start (aight?) If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly (WHAT?) The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me (grrrrrrrrr) [Chorus: repeat 2X] [DMX (speaking softly)] Dog.. Jewelry and clothes.. Money and hoes.. Think you know? I don't think you know.. more free lyrics |
9. _ 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 (repeat 2X) 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 igures 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 FUCK 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 Fuck 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 hear em shoot that nigga Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga Hardhead motherfuckers 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 fuck 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 FUCK 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 2X more free lyrics |
10. _ 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 fuck 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 fuckin wit Dru Hill But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) What the fuck 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 fuckin 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 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)] more free lyrics |
11. _ 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 FUCKING GAME! A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do If it's fuck me nigga, you know it's fuck 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 fuckin 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 fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you [DMX] Niggaz that I fuck 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 fuckin with the competition (WHAT?) Ungrateful motherfucker, 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 fuckin stupid (aight?) Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do? Threw it back in my fuckin face so FUCK YOU TOO (BLAM) aight? [Chorus 2X] more free lyrics |
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