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From Streets is Watching Soundtrack


[Jay-Z]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth on one track,huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
Cause whether your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal
And promise you only one thing, to not miss you
Jahova know the god that served ya
Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's Murda

[Ja Rule]
Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now
Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down
Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to this the night
That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's alright
I let the world know I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice
Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand
Spin in barrel and put it to your head
Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further
Fuckin with I N C is Murda

[DMX]
I'm a cruddy nigga, goin raw-doggin dirty bitches
and if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it
Get it, Done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin
I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin
And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel shit!!!
URRUURRRR.....
Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast
A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong
Niggas is makin movies so i gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin
The blocks is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't need that shorty
you don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Them niggas did it raw, with no condom
You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them
Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff
Dog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think about after
Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin
cause you gonna die like a sucker
Murder Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, where my mother fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh
My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam
Where my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at
Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby
Boomer One Love Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker..

[mase]
Yo, i be that young fly fellow, got thorough
Down for denaro, hit everything in the triburo
And i'm the newest member of the bad boy team
And i'mma bring this nigga puff mad more c.r.e.a.m.
With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short
And i'mma take 'em back where biggie took 'em before
You stay a playa'
Since you can't stay up with the pope
And stick to what you do best, stick to wearin' coke
You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke
Can't keep a whip, cuz you can't pay the note
Fuck the side, i'm waiting for you on top, mercedes drop
Black 380's cops, 'till the day i get knocked
All i ask when i die, dress me fly and neatly
And brush my waves so i'm handsome when the bitches greet me
Word from the wise, niggas jerk pies, we hurt them guys
Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised
So how you wanna settle this?
Rappin' or on some ghetto shit
We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit

[1] - [dmx]
Niggas wanna shout, i'mma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, i'mma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem world uptown baby, we make wars
Niggas wanna shout, i'mma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, i'mma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem world uptown baby, we make wars

[mase]
Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled
We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed
We early inheritors , born into c.r.e.a.m
If a nigga' get sheist then we form as a team
Bullshit if you want and it be on for this c.r.e.a.m.
The weatherman don't even know the storm i'mma bring
But yo, i'm not the man with whom you interact
So before you grab gatts to jack, remember that
You take dough from mase, you might as well send it back
I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that
When clicks come to brawl, everything i hit fall
Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick at all
No matter how big or small, i get rid of ya'll
And shit i spit at y'all, come in one size fit all

[repeat 1]

[mase]
Yo, yo if you think i'm on some sweet shit
Then won't you creep quick, i let the heat spit
Make a nigga "g" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be in a double breast tux
Plus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuff
I let one lose, to show you i ain't the one do
And i ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot
You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof
Watch them niggas drop, when i pop one in they sunroof
And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggas head gushin'
You niggas talkin' 'bout guns like you said something
I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, i be wastin' 'em
That's what you faggots get, tryin' to fuck with mase and 'em
Bad boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that
And all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap

[repeat 1 until fade]

[DMX]
There we go, okay, okay
Don

[Sheek]
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X.
You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em back

[Jadakiss]
Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold

Chorus: repeat 4X

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders

[Styles]
Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

[Eve]
Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
What? What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, where you from?" You be comin at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh

-Chorus-

[Drag-On]
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often
Comma, burnin niggas often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
cause my fire retirin, aight then

[DMX]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, I
Love money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest

f/ The Lox, Mase

[Sheek]
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with holes up in skyscrapers
In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole commity like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protectin you?
But they'll murder you, playa
Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis

[Mase]
Ayo, Mase and The Lox
We takin knots from the out of state spots
Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em
Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum
Then I'm puttin two in em
You can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent

Chorus(x2):
[Styles]
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
[DMX]
Niggaz done started somethin
[Styles]
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
[DMX]
Niggaz done started somethin

[Jadakiss]
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami
Cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill em
Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty

[Styles]
I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy
Official lock family, grants niggaz handin me
I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me
Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci
and if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
Any ya niggaz done started somethin
Actin invincible like you god or somethin
If you god, then I'ma makes a lot til you rot
And if you a playa, then play for everything you got
And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark

Chorus

[DMX]
Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution
Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
[Sheek]
What's that?
[DMX]
Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets
cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat
Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches
Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches
And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes
Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
that come through and worry niggaz
30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz
And scary niggaz get it all the time
cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu
and gave it the money
Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty

Ugh dmx
Clueminati
Is ya'll motherfuckers ready for the ruff ride!
Grrrrr!

[1st verse]
When i speak i'm understood, my decision is wood
See what i'm able to see, (ugh) cuz my vision is good
It's like i see through the eyes of a wise old man
So i chill, and when i can kill this guy's whole fam
Something better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Then to open your mouth and remove (?) cuz if it came violent
See i'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for
It's a war (ugh), when it's on it's on, when i'm long (what)
Till i'm gone and i ain't got long
But while i'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn
Be (?) after this money (what) and ya'll niggaz gonna learn
All this fucking weak you've been talking about that driveby
And they did nothing but driveby's
Listen shorty i'm telling you this for your own good
(uhh) everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

[chorus x4]

Yeah cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone!!

[2nd verse]
I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh)
Always make sure i know where the toast is (uhh)
Always cover my tracks when i creep
Always get away when i'm done to relax to d
I always know the rules of the game before i play
And always keep enough dough to know i'm good for the day
Always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and
Always will ever lend a hand in borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head
Now always know -- (cut off) is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know-- (cut off) is gonna end up getting stuck!
I'm always strapped; i'm always cracked
I've always rapped; it's always that
Always black

[chorus x4]

[3rd verse]

Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life cuz you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone who reminds you
Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And if i sleep on -- (cut off) left that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on -- you don't trust
Never turn your gat on -- and don't bust
Never expect to give away with cent -- more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring a two and -- if you scared to die
Never gonna do it -- if you scared to drive
Never gonna be another day it gets dark
Never get it -- here for the heart
Never say never, cuz i never thought, this never thought never
Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with doing better, dmx!

[chorus x4]

Uhh dmx
Clueminati
9-8
Ruff ryder's
Motherfucker
Ya'll niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, for real (uhh!)
It's dark & hell is hot
Y-o motherfucker
School street
Home of the brave we all here baby
Mundo! telemundo!
What!

[dmx:]
Urrrrrrr
Uh huh
Y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don't think you are
I don't think so!

They got my back against the building
I'm the villian that's creeping around corners
Like shorty you see them niggas reaping around, warn us
Unless he coming through, gunning through, running through
So be careful what you do
See them slugs might come to you
As long as i can remeber, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in december, the heat's been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so i keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die till this fucking dog bit me
I don't know whats wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y'all niggas been wanting to murder us
(?) the third of us
Still against me
And wanting to see me in the box
Grilling me all crazy when you see me in the locks
Leave you dead (red?) like fox
Ain't nothing funny about that
I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that
You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you
I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug for you
It's murda
It's murda motherfuckers

[jay-z:]
I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure
Know somethin?
(?)
I'm loathesome
I scream out fuck the world then i throw something
Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god
I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumping kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fuck y'all want?
Daddio with the calico
Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
Not only do i leave you i hide you
I before you
X and ja-rule
Death before the (sauna??) now and prior to
Boss man spy on you
Conspire you
Me die before you?
You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits i improve
Fuck it, i got the feds who ain't buy it to
Y'all niggas don't listen
When the streets are in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fucking up missing
Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it
It's murda
Murder incorporated
It's murda
In crime we all related
It's murda
See if y'all can fake it

[ja-rule:]
I'ma murderer and murdering anything that moves
Through ya nine niggas
Straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, jigga, and ja as expected
Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas don't respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day
Now everybody want you
I'm feeling like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time
It's murda
Whenever you see blood
It's murda
Lay you down for the love
That's us
Leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right
You thinking it's alright
But it ain't
I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
Giving niggas facelifts and taking it
While making you bleed
And if i got a taste of the shit i'm taking more than you need
It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs
Hit him up wrap his body up in (?) rug
Who holding the heat?
Who leaving niggas cold in the street?
Y'all know me, ya (?), ja-rule the o.g.
Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, it's hennessy that fuels all that murdery shit
When i look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, x, ja niggas
It's murda

.....[forte & dmx growling]....

[chorus - forte' & dmx]

[forte']
You wanna bust guns? (you wanna lock fists?) - dmx in parentheses

[forte]
Forte' ! (dmx!)

[forte']
Be the hottest!

[forte' & dmx]
We got this!!! (you ain't hear?!!!!)

[forte']
We got this! ( nigga! you ain't hear?!!!)

[forte']
We got this!

[forte' & dmx]
Straight up! we locked it!!!

[forte' - verse one]

Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters,
Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip
Candle wax, brown beamers to whip
And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when i'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the prince of bel-air!
I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician
Whose trying to add on, when it's not addition
You need to revamp! the hottest nigga out the refugee camp!
Run up on you b, and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From madina up to y.o.
El capitan john, micapo
Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!
The east is like the wild west without the showdown!
Them niggas be like, "what now?!"
Get cut down! from the gut down!
Intense heh? and leave you shut down!
You knocked out! regardless, what round! what now?!!

[dmx]

Unghh!!! my nigga said it!!
Niggas'll get it! that's the rule!
I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!
Cuz when i'm drunk! i'm a different nigga!
And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!
I figure like this...it's just me against the world!
Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against earl!
What you think i'm-a do...when my back's against the wall!!?
Fuck it! get rolled! roll 'til i fall!
X'll kill 'em all!!! that's what they say to me now!
You vermon nigga! in a time where it's okay to be foul!!
And you lovin' it!
It's got john blaze! just duckin' it!
And this track won't rest, unless x'll put the slug in it!
But, would it fit?! nah, don't even think like that!
This is some shit that i could let go, and bring right back!
It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so i shook it!!!
Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so i took it!

[chorus 2x]

[20 grand pikasoe - verse two]

This track'll make me zone out!
Run up in the party with the chrome out!
Clear jerome out, no doubt!
Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!
Pikasoe baby!
Gotta get this money baby!
50's and 100's baby!
My whole crew be sonnin' you
What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!
Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!

[forte']
Put in the card baby, you gone
Too many hard rappers live for cunan
You knew john was too on
Me and dmx, whether change your suit on
Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, what!?

[dmx]
Unghh! unghh!
If you my dog, you creep when i creep!
Eat when i eat!
Sleep when i sleep!
For real, shit is deep!
And what you don't know, will kill you!
From x, to forte' niggas will feel you!!

[forte']
I'm roundin' mine more
And very few can nine hold
The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!
Dough to sit on!
I'm down to shit on!

Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!

[dmx]

Ungh! ungh! ungh!

I set the clock!
Clip the glock!
Hit the block!
Rip the rock!
In the sock!
Get the knot!
This shit is hot!
Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!

[chorus - 3x]

[intro:]
Straight up nigga
Motherfuckin' south side nigga
Brooklyn what!
Word up
Yeah
Shut 'em down!
Yeah
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Yeah
Onyx featuring dmx

[hook:]
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down [4x]

[verse 1:]

Yo shut 'em down start the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on coney island
When i rolled up, this niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when i pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and ducked out
So look out
Left that cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when i fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm goin' all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And i swore forgiveness when i did this
There was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even god got a shit list

[verse 2:]
Beat downs anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver nanabus(?)
Niggas fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold back
Takin' your whole stack
Grimy street cats
Niggas bald head like kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat that
You could smoke that
Or cut black dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you homey
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shun sees takin' your time
Makin' your mind
Got this nigga on the low
Defecatin' with rhymes
Breakin' your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry
I'ma bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the bullshit
Feel my full clip

[hook]

[verse 3: dmx]
Aiyyo i bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits sweet
Now you up shit's creek
Cause your shits weak
How mich is your life worth to someone important
Cause i be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of gordon
Niggas was gettin' robbed
The guy from rikers height stayed on his job
With his own little mob
Was it worth goin back to the earth so soon
Worth makin' my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no room
Fuck you know about a pine box
Money goin' out with nine glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your crew
I ain't gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out your vest
You best get on some act your age shit
You a little kid
That run for faces
More niggas get killed like that

[verse 4: sticky fingaz]

Mad man sticky f-i-n-g-a-z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' i'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' lord with all this hell i'm raisin'
God of the underground, i'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the vine
Persed the line on your dick
In the morgue admit it dogs
I'm the rottweiler my glock holler
Fuck cocaine killer i sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw your roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place outside
I'm so hype, i tkae your life, betta have my doe right
Fuck my life, i don't need no mic!

The new album
Bring it
Motherfuckin' may

[hook 2x]

That's that shit

Bring me on point
About to shut down the whole industry
Official nasty
Dmx
We wreckin' everything

So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
Pussy

Uh, uh, uh
Niggaz gettin trampled on, what's all the fuss about?
Suckin my dick so hard, i'm bustin in they mouth
And then i snuff em out, four to the mid', fuck what i did
With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid
Slid into the shadows, cause i'm dark like that
I bark like that, jet black, but i spark like that
Where are they at, when i get thirsty, shit
Ain't a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets
Bits, and pieces are all thats that left
Niggaz so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath
Til i pass, cause they asked/assed, and i smelled em
The s-p-e-l-l-e-d t-h-e-m, i spelled em
To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head
Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead
Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do work
To skirts, like a jag on the merk, arf
Night time is the right time for creepin
Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she's sleepin
I been off the deep end, since i was semen
That's why now, i'm such a motherfuckin demon!
Screamin, my bloody head off, shit on my mind i gotsta get off
Can't even hold a joint, lest i let off
A couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven
That's about eleven hundred as of now
How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and
The-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 *sing-song like nice and smooth*
Life ain't worth a penny in, my book faggot
That's why i took faggot shit, i'm a crook faggot
Fat loops leather jackets, i bag it, along with
The jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools
On the strength that they don't know what they holdin
Niggaz caught me tail end cause the weight that i be sewin
Shit up cause i get up, off my ass and skate
Makin more moves than u-haul, from state to state
I speak the great, and if a nigga tells you different
You turn around you ask the nigga, "the fuck is you be sniffin?"
Cause when it come to riffin, i am the riff raffin
Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get had

Motherfucker, funk flex, volume three, the final chapter
Ruff ryders, irv gotti, def jam..
Right here, where my dogs at?
Got them all for you baby i got them all
I gots them all..

Yeah you know how we do it, funk flex, big kap, def jam
The tunnel, ruff ryders, let's go baby

[chorus]
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin nowhere,
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

[drag-on]
Ya'll laughin, when we comin, we checkin the cabinets
Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack
We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dew
Spit rays, pop off c's and graze niggaz fades
I creep in a mustang, bust my heat in the rain
Till they get a rust stain
Y'all niggaz heard of me, probably wanna murder me
I'll pull up on ya block and turn your white teeth burgundy
Let's see some surgery

[eve]

Watch the first lady as she rides
Rougher than the rest of them bitches
What it take for cats to hush they mouth
This one official
Come on clown prove it's still an issue
Streets is ours, have ya homies weepin cause they miss you
Thought it was a game when i said the dogs would get you
Heard you fucked up cause e-v-e bit you
Flex knows what the real is
That's why he deal wit
Ruff ryders baby droppin bombs nigga feel this

[chorus]
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin nowhere,
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

[styles]
Why ya'll braggin, i'm over here choppin and baggin
And i don't want the drop coupe so i'm choppin the wagon
Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags
Even if this shit crash, feel like six flags
And ya'll niggaz cant block my shells
When i'm in jail the c.o. don't lock my cell
Before any rap group, we was the l.o.x. crooks
I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
And know the block shook, when i walk by
Niggaz just like you they rather not look
I inspired y'all niggaz to flow
I'ma always get money so i admire ya'll niggas that blow
Ask ya self who the nicest out right now
Put your ice up lets get on the mic right now
Clown, i'm the top cat where it stops at
Where lightning and thunder at
And y'all niggaz is under that

[jadakiss]
If you runnin with the p. you gonna get your turn
Tuck my gun while its hot to feel my dick hair burn
Might come through the spot where the shottie and what
Body to block and hot wanna the bacardi wit rocks
I aint never drive a bike but i ride on the back
Rob wit a gat, shit i still ride wit my craps
If you wanna go to war we can tally it up
Escalate and venally it up, what?

[chorus]
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin no where,
Ain't hidin no where, ain't runnin no where)

[sheek]
If you like sheek, you hold heat and no one know
Bust yo' gun and leave the body where no one go
I pack some shit for any type of situation
Only time i don't pack heat is on vacation
And that's the blow dryer next to the playstation
I'm big but i use shit to kill you quick
And i don't wrestle unless chicks do bad on my dick
Flex know i bring somethin hot to the spot

[dmx]
What would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned
Became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned
Don't take nothin for granted except death
Man of the house cause you the last nigga left
I see how it's going dizzy with the shit so we can blast a rhyme
Hope the lord got your soul cause your ass is mine
Every time you turn around niggas know that i be right there
East turned to west coast, cravin for the nightmare
Don't give a fuck about what you sling
Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin that shit
Up the hill, but you still singin that shit
Talkin shit like you know what its like to walk this shit
Get on some stalkin shit
So you know what niggaz rule new york and shit
I'm just thinkin all the business and how to handle ya'll niggaz
All the families that i got lightin candles for niggaz
Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives
Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid

[swizz beatz]
Y'all niggaz actors
I'll put your face where your muthafuckin back was
Im tired of y'all niggaz actors

Y'all know what y'all gonna get
And y'all niggaz know damn well who y'all fuckin wit
Little slim nigga like me, big gun like this
And my gun bust and gun never miss
I'm the nigga that make ya miss christmas
When we go to court you know shit dismissed

[chorus x4]
Ruff ryders (we in here!)
Ruff ryders (we stayin here!)
Ruff ryders (ain't goin nowhere,
Ain't hidin nowhere, ain't runnin nowhere)

Uh..uh
Now there's two ways we can do this, keep it real or front
I know you got what i need and i got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is all over for us
We could go away where nobody would know it was us
Leave behind all the fuss, the studios, the pictures
No autographs, just laughs when i'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark it at the dog baby, and i'll hold you down

[mary j. blige]
Time and time and time again
I knew that our love had to end
But now it's gone so very far
That i can make a brand new start
I thought that we were meant to be
Be one big family
But i was weak and loved you still
No matter what you did, i could forgive

[1] - all i need is sincerity
All i need is sincerity

Thinking 'bout you all the time
Never seemed to cross my mind
How you could take the time to kill
Everything our love had built
I never knew how you could hide
Everytime you told a lie
But now i know why you're so cold
But i don't understand

Now that you set me free
I truly think that we
Could find love seperately
I need sincerity
One thing, i'm not as weak
I'll always stand alone
But my mind is not made of stone
So i'll go on

[repeat 1]

[nas]
Chipped tooth don
Nasty, blue ice timbs on
Screw it face, half moon part, my tatoos dark
On a scale of tough criminals, nothin to call me
I'm a rare individual, young and i'm bossy
Guees it come from a rough life, cuffed at night
Lettin' off hot lead that bust from iron pipes
I'm the type that have to shed blood
Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs
Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped
I'm still wit my hood, hollow point still in the glock
But i've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, i was just gettin' on
So i turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole
Like rod strickland, it was takin' it's toll
I needed someone i could hold in my darkest hours
A strong couple is a blessing and the heart is the power
Give me someone i could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love escobar, or love nasir jones?
Let me know so i could cop her the stones
What's clear to me, it's sincerity
Somebody i could call my own, yeah

[repeat 1]

[ad lib until fade]

From The Wood soundtrack

Uh, Ruff Ryderz, DMX, Swizz Beatz

[Verse 1]
I be, I be that dog that gots to flow
That's why, that's why baby I gots to blow
And you, and you know it's straight from the gutter
Because, because it's gettin darker than a mother
Slow down, slow down partner you movin too quick
Oh now, oh now gotcha, your crew and them sick
What now, what now nigga, you feelin this shit?
But how, but how is this nigga killin this shit
Don't think, don't think that it couldn't happen again
Don't blink, don't blink cuz I put a (?) in your chin
Then what, then what niggas is gonna see you dead
For what, for what over some shit a bitch said
But why, but why did your life mean so liitle?
I tried, I tried but you got me caught up in the middle
This is, this is what it all comes down to
I did, I did what a nigga had to do, come on

[Hook]
Don't worry 'bout me
Cuz I'm a be the dog that I am, you know, D
The type of nigga that y'all niggas love when you see
So y'all, don't worry bout me, ya hear me?

[Verse 2]
What's up, what's up with that nigga they call D?
I am, I am what niggas is tryin to be
And will, and will continue to do my thing
They love, they love all that dark shit that I bring
Know why, know why? Cuz I keep it realer than you
You can't, you can't cuz of all the shit that you do
You know, you know just what I'm talkin about
You asked, you asked nothin bout runnin your mouth
A bitch, a bitch what you thought niggas couldn't tell?
You flipped, you flipped after two days in a cell
Good thing, good thing I knew what was on your mind
You sing, you sing but you still gon do your time
No bail, no bail cuz they don't believe your story
Oh well, oh well guess you gon do that forty
I'm here, I'm here still gettin platinum plaques
You there, you there still tryin to watch your back

[Hook] X 4

And now, the tale from the darkside...

[dmx]
Uh, i got to remind y'all niggas
What the flow is all about
Huh, its about this
Anywhere from forty-eight and up
Straight, you feel me?
Fifty fifty

Aiyyo, i gots to hear the beat so i can eat, ahight?
If i can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet
Bitch ass niggas think its all about versace
A week later them niggas talkin about (yo, x got me)
I thought he was my man, but he act like he ain't know me
I knew he had the joint, but i didn't wanna make him show me
That nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random
Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
Niggas can't stand him, but ask me if i care
'cuz what i used to give a fuck about, just ain't there
And ain't nothing fair, i knew this for a long time
Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme
And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what i had
And i shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad
I'm doin' bad, but if i gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it, i gots to steal it
And that's how real it, gets, when this shit [hits the fan]
You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man
Then we gon' see what'choo made of
If your shit ain't pumpin kool-aid, what you afraid of?
The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies mother missin for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in
Maggots got the bitch coverered and the smells sick'nen
Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, i do wrong
And so i don't have nightmares i forget about it, move on
Keep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo
Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you
Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass
And money if you pussy, i'm gonna be able to tell fast
Some cop i'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no stoppin me
On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin
'cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin
You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloody
Or you don't know i'll bring it to your door 'cuz i'm cruddy
Like puddy, when i hold you niggas, i mold you niggas
I done told you niggas, that i been owed you niggas
For that shit you did that you wasnt built for
Shit i guess you didnt know you do get killed for
I done filled niggas up with the extended clip
Its like i blew this joint down with the extended rip
Or that non-stop, when the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From here to comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
?cell cagers last night from lock out just died?
Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to run
What more can they do to a man that ain't been done
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Especially if its all over the place, your mind all over his face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain when i kicks game
'cuz i'ma float off more tracks than they sixth train
You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt
You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth
Motherfucker...

[intro: jay-z]
Whut the fuck?
Niggaz, ya'll ready for this
Bitches, ya'll ready for this
Ha, alright. let's bounce

[verse 1: jah rule]
I'm startin' to flow
You know,
That's what niggaz wit do do, yo
Red means stop, green means go
Right now i see green
You wanna stop
Oh no
What are you anyway nigga, friend or foe
Don't fuck wit me, or i-n-c
Nigga, what the fuck, are you crazy
Can't believe dat shit, tryin' act swayze
You'd be better off lazy
So shut the fuck up right now, and maybe
Murder i-n-c will show mercy
Cuz first b
We don't fuck wit' dem, uninterested niggaz
You know who i'm talkin about
Those niggaz that started to bust out
Soon as our first joint came out
Holla holla, if i could have a dolla
For every nigga that hated me soon as i-n-c was on blaze
But i don't give a fuck
I said not a flying fuck
Ja rule, murder i-n-c, make ya say whut whut

[hook: jay-z, ja rule, and dmx]
The murder i-n-c
Yeah nigga
Just you and me
Fuck around
Catch bullet from me
Cause there ain't no fuckin' around
Whenever the i-n-c is in town [3x]

[verse 2: dmx]
(dog growling, then barking)
D-m-x, my dogs gonna bite you
Gonna fuck you up, just cause they like to
How the fuck you gonna fuck around wit' organized crime
God damn, we live what we speak in every fuckin' rhyme
Yo, ja (what the deal, x?)
Here's a twenty, go get me a fuckin' dime
Now, back to this murder shit
Light my fuse, my teeth begin to grit
Party wit' my crew, fuck you
You ain't playin' wit no screw, or a smack
Cause when i attack, i never take back
Anything bad i do or say, cause yo that shit is wack
And i just luv when you niggaz bring your whole crew
It's just sme more beef to stick you to
And fuck you, now it's plain to see,
It ain't to smart fuckin' wit' murder i-n-c

[hook:]

[verse 3: jay-z]
Dem niggaz ain't prepared
For dis shit we prepared
Got every nigga scared
Cause of all the fuckin' shit that we shared
And don't none of them niggaz
Wanna fuck around
We're never gonna find a common ground
Many niggaz wanna know, does murder sound like this
We're three hip-hop philanthrapists
But, we don't give no muney, we don't give a fuck so...
When the light is green
It's time to go
I don't care who you know
You still payin' full price, to our show
Fuck no, i won't give 'em to you free or with a discount yo
Cuz
You ain't gettin' nada from us
Cause niggaz always get a lotta money from us
That ain't the thug way
Nigga, don't try and play
Hold the fuck up, are you gay
No
Well anyway
It's time to say
Final goodbyes
And one more thing, this shit i just rapped about
And none of it are lies
Next step is to come in, fuck your boo
When i'm through
All she'll be able to say is jigga whut jigga who
And ask her who her man is
She'll tell you
She'll put her finga on the trigga
Pull and yell jigga my nigga

[hook:]

[ll cool j]
Get the fuck out of here, i'm ll cool
Soakin wet with bad bitches in the indoor pool
[redman]
Yo what am i, an animal?

[ll]
Cuz i bagged your's too
One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly
I'm the g.o.a.t., what i wrote cause fire and smoke
Think i started on the choir singin solo for the pope
Tell your mama please, get up off her knees
You can't wear yellow spandex wit a ass of cottage cheese
Open toed shoes, feet smell like collard greens
Toes *kriss krossed* like she on j. dupris' team
Button your sittin up like beach balls in the sand plus
A mouth full of rotten teeth with a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now i'm lookin for some washed up rapper that i can hire
You know some old school nigga wit a bit of attitude
Pay him $1500 to fuck a girl in an interlude
You say i'm souped up, well, soup is good food
So what i scratch my nuts, how the fuck is that wrong
For so glowin, afro pickin
S-curl hatin, jamaican rum sippin

[method man]
Kid i'll burp on your girl buttcheeks

[ll]
The honey had my nuts like two red beets
I'm banannas, out of my fuckin mind they won't let me back in
Cuz i was down before the hype like dusty rhodes and bob backlund
Bruno samartino, stan staziak
Now the rock and stone cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster pluckin, chickens when i'm cluckin
Wwf stands for when and where we fuckin

Fuhgidabowdit
Yo kid
Fuhgidabowdit
Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, ey, fuhgidabowdit
Ey, ey, fuhgidabowdit
Eh, fuhgidabowdit

[redman]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like menace ii society
I roll through the drive thru like kane
Jack you for the cheeseburgers and chicken wings, and datins too
See my boys down the ride crack patience too
Bricks, walk around, snorkel down
Maccaroni and cheese timbs broke out the orphan house
Transportin out, the poison in 'em
Box 'em up in the aisle with the frozen dinners

[method man]
And them niggas that ran...
[redman]
My goal's to get 'em
With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas
Doc's da name, that's why y'all fuck wit me
I'm pocket change, the bums don't fuck with d
Objective in 'em, carlo inspection sticka
Check the pen, i write like a x was in 'em
Teeth grittin, i brawl wit a major league mitten

[meth]
Where the stash at
[red]
Yo, yo, punk, m takin me wit him

Fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, yo, yo, fuhgidabowdit
Yo dog, fuhgidabowdit
Yo you heard, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo you hear me, fuhgidabowdit
Yo nigga, fuhgidabowdit

[method man]
Yo, this be the cool j function, music get my blood pumpin
Down for whatever, which usually means i'm up to somethin
Who owe me somethin, them niggas in the back frontin
They rockin cuffs and, put the eight up, rappercussion
You know my name, so there's no need for introduction
I'm mr. done it all, so none of y'all can do me nothing
Bitch i'm grown, puffin on that one and bone
Bet me and queen bee be swingin til the honey come
Backs get blown, trash get thrown
In headlocks, from this view, i'm fuckin star jones
I'm red hot just like candy, in '95 won the grammy

[redman]
Yo, he use it as an ashtray now
[method]
Niggas can't stand or understand me, yeah
Either or, funky headhunter wild comanchees wit shitty draws
What's that shit, what shit, that shit on your lip
I can't smoke wit ya kid, but i'll save ya the clip...

Fuhgidabowdit
Ayo nigga, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, what the fuck, fuhgidabowdit
Yo, fuhgidabowdit
Uh, fuhgidabowdit
Ayo dog, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
Bitches can't stand me, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]
Still pullin out pennies, fuhgidabowdit [dmx growl]

[dmx]
The shit i see every day brings tears to my eyes
How i holla at my niggas brings ears to my cries
Stick niggas for not knowin, then teach 'em somethin
Bitch niggas talkin bout you from the streets you frontin
I never liked you, and you, i don't know
So what the fuck you think is 'sposed to happen, we gon go
Mono on mono, whatever nigga, i'm gon dust you
If you can't pick that afro, i'm gon bust you
Walkin like you was a lil nigga cuz you is
And don't forget that daddy's gonna always love his kids
Crackin niggas got the nerve to wonder why i rob, why
You guys will live while everybody else'll starve
That pretty shit is played, fuck what your name hold
Break a nigga off somethin, watch a nigga gain fo'
Now you layin somewhere cold, stiff as shit
And all that riffin shit, mens will get you hit, bitch

Fuhgidabowdit

It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build

[verse 1: mic geronimo]
I format my mind for combat
In fact i put a hole up in your back on the song like that
Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the m-i
I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi
So when i squeeze i'm off in the breeze with these
Licking shots at them whack mc's
With no direction, i rhyme with perfection skills
Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build
Keep it real, get your head rocked when i wreck shop
I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block
Word is bond i go on
I'm breaking mc's with vocal tones over real rap songs
Insane in the brain nothing left to gain
Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, mother fuckers

[chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build

[verse 2: ja rule]
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
Cause ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber
Infrared aimed at your jugular
Who the fuck are you? nobody cares
You just be another nigga that needs repairs
Talking to all them niggas shitting
And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching
Sod sill delivering, doa push a nine to your mind and commence the spray
No bullshit, natural's the king of left
Scared of life but wanna play the game of death
What's next? niggas wearing padded kotex
Pussy ass mc's get treated like rough sex
I'm possessed you can't feel what i feeler
Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh

[chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build

[verse 3: jay-z]
Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor
You know my work i bless and press more skirts then the cleaners
I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the g
Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me
Gone, niggas is moist like duncan heinz
Choice when i'm voicing my poise i got poison lines
So flame on i turn my game on the expert
Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network
Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic
You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like
I'm living flashbacks, i blaze niggas split like ass-cracks
It's the j to the a, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah
So when i'm browsing through your housing projects
Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough
Time to close i hit you with 16 of those
Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows?

[chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build

[verse 4: dmx]
Check it out yo, check it out yo, check it out yo, check it out yo
I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges
Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so i like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now
I'd feel guilty if i had a heart but i don't
To live a carefree life if i stop killing but i won't
It's in my blood to destroy man kind
With every murder i lose it little more of my damn mind
And i ain't got much left to lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga
I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga
Respect my mother fucking style of rap
Murder your mic and your unborn child
This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street
A little something that cant be beat

[chorus:]
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build

[mic geronimo:]
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand

This is time to build
This is time to build
This is time to build

[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)

From Belly Soundtrack


[DMX]
Rrrrrgh, uh, uh-huh
Uh.. uhh uhh, uh-huh
Here comes the boom (8X)

Here comes the boom! Boomin, bouncin
Stalkin, must walk in, hawk get to pouncin
Get em where it counts and, hit em like a mountain
Spit em have em spittin out, blood like a fountain
Don't look at me like that, we just might fight black
And that fight, might end up in me takin your life back
I don't, go for the bullshit, cause I've been down
and time is, just too important to be fuckin around
Talk nigga, I stomp a mudhole in your face
Motherfucker, rip your butthole out of place
Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it
Yeah it's a dirty job, but I just love doin in

Here comes the boom (8X)

[Mr. Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[Sean Paul]
From di dutty know dem, dem a totta
Man a shotta
Anna got a lot a power well
Jus' tell me fi gwaan
Marrow fly like storm
Make dem affi get flatta

[Mr. Vegas]
Seh dese are di sweetest times
[Sean Paul]
Nuff punk a get murda,
A only dutty cup di DMX an die do
[Mr. Vegas]
Enjoy the killing times
[Sean Paul]
Shot hotta dan peppa
Mr. Cleva an mi glock it a guh talk fi mi crew

[Mr. Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[DMX]
Here comes the boom (8X)

[Mr. Vegas]
Wha do da claffi dey
And da bait ya
Like a scared wretch wi leff dem fi later
Wi keep goin on an on an on fill di body a ole juss like straina

[Sean Paul]
Suh make dem know wi have a shootin gallery
Killin is fun an wi nuh need not a salary
Full up a di hamma suh nuhbody cyaan falla we
An wi nuh owe nuh apology, yo, well

[DMX]
I did more kinds of war crimes more times
than in war times, went way before times
You know what's sad man, that I'm such a mad man
bad man, with that BOOM you never had man

Here comes the boom (8X)

[Mr Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[DMX]
Here comes the boom (repeat to fade)

[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]

[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

[mase]
Yo, i'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that i never knew
And show him how i look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my last request

[jadakiss]
Yo, yo if i had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar from branson
And make sure i leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And i'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though i ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

[black rob]
You know when i was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then i'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so i put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats i wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter

[1] - if you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

[sheek]
What hey yo, if i had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that i paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, i'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag i just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when i'm down to twenty three, i'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

[styles]
If i had twenty four hours to live, i'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and i got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four i make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that i hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that i'm gone
I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds

[dmx]
Twenty four left until my death
So i'm gon' waste alot of lives, but i'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where i'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit that i'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before i go, say hello to my little friend
But i gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl i love her
C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame

[repeat 1 until fade]

Uh, ruff ryderz, dmx, swizz beatz
[verse 1]
I be, i be that dog that gots to flow
That's why, that's why baby i gots to blow
And you, and you know it's straight from the gutter
Because, because it's gettin darker than a mother
Slow down, slow down partner you movin too quick
Oh now, oh now gotcha, your crew and them sick
What now, what now nigga, you feelin this shit?
But how, but how is this nigga killin this shit
Don't think, don't think that it couldn't happen again
Don't blink, don't blink cuz i put a (?) in your chin
Then what, then what niggas is gonna see you dead
For what, for what over some shit a bitch said
But why, but why did your life mean so liitle?
I tried, i tried but you got me caught up in the middle
This is, this is what it all comes down to
I did, i did what a nigga had to do, come on

[hook]
Don't worry 'bout me
Cuz i'm a be the dog that i am, you know, d
The type of nigga that y'all niggas love when you see
So y'all, don't worry bout me, ya hear me?

[verse 2]
What's up, what's up with that nigga they call d?
I am, i am what niggas is tryin to be
And will, and will continue to do my thing
They love, they love all that dark shit that i bring
Know why, know why? cuz i keep it realer than you
You can't, you can't cuz of all the shit that you do
You know, you know just what i'm talkin about
You asked, you asked nothin bout runnin your mouth
A bitch, a bitch what you thought niggas couldn't tell?
You flipped, you flipped after two days in a cell
Good thing, good thing i knew what was on your mind
You sing, you sing but you still gon do your time
No bail, no bail cuz they don't believe your story
Oh well, oh well guess you gon do that forty
I'm here, i'm here still gettin platinum plaques
You there, you there still tryin to watch your back

[hook] x 4

[dyme]
Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?

[dmx]
Hey yo boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys?
Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies?
(and why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)
(sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)

[dmx]
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would go good
Midtown honey, nigga from the hood
But knock on wood, i got this bitch (what?) excuse me
She don't like to be called a bitch, try not to lose me
The rules we go by, where i'm from, she don't know
When i say i'm goin around the way, she won't go
(hell no) c'mon baby, you aight with me
Tryin to get you, to spend the whole night with me
(but i'm a good girl) uhh, that's why i like her
Couldn't treat her like a hoodrat, didn't bite her
Turn a church girl to a straight ruff ryder
Take her to the ramada make it an all nighter
(oh no, i only go to the swiss hotel)
F---in with me? i have you in the back of the chevelle
Like what (what) hittin it raw dogg in the butt
You was good this mornin, but tonight you a slut

Chorus: dmx (dyme)

Why do (good girls) like bad guys
Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies?
(and why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)
(sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
Hey yo boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys
Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies?
(then why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?)
(sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)

[dyme]
Hey yo boo, i'm diggin you, cause you make me wanna do
All them things i was taught i wasn't supposed to
I'm secure, keep it tight while you on tour
(you f---in wit a dog!) that's why i'm feelin you more
Attractive to me, wit yo' tactics
Hit it like ahhh! make me backflip
(you been tryin to act, rich, that's why i taxed you
And i just got married) hell, but i ain't even ask you
(i'm just tellin you, cause nowadays, bitches be flippin)
One more bitch, i'm skippin (damn girl, stop trippin)
Cause you be actin like
(listen, i ain't always talkin money
But i will keep you wit a smile, and walkin funny
So what's it gon' be?) yo, what you mean? (what to do?
You want the nigga wit the slacks, or the jeans and the boots?
You wanna be safe or be laced, cause you can be replaced)
Yeah, you can be erased
(don't get slapped, babyface)

Chorus

[dmx]
Man, i got shorty stayin out late (well i keep him wit a cut
And his nails stay clean) at least i get a nut
And i got honey rebellin (and i stopped him from sellin)
I be gettin away with murder, right? (shit, i ain't tellin)
Straight out the hood (yeah, nigga you get mushy)
I got honey suckin dick (and i got you eatin pussy)
I can be good in a bad way (i can be bad in a good way)
Girl, you ain't the same dog (that's what them rats in the hood say
Or would say, if you was around them more often)
I got honey smokin weed (it be havin me coughin)
She keep the dog on the leash (when we walk in the streets)
And if y'all think it's sweet (then the dog's off the leash
Now i don't want no drama, wit no baby's mama
I might be a good girl, but i keeps the armor)
Girl, you off the hook, but at least now i know why
Good girls like bad guys

Chorus

[dyme]
Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?
Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?
Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?
Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys?
Uhh, uhh
C'mon, yeah, i like that
C'mon, wha wha what
Yeah yeah, dmx
Dyme, baby girl
Ruff ryder, uhh, yeah..
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