Uh oh....
Whaddaya done now....
Heh,told yall n****z....
Just dont listen....
Why must you be hard headed....
(DMX growl)
Time to explain....
Too many of yall....
Now,uhhh...Now its my turn....
I must,but I tell ya one thing....
I have to....(DMX growl)
(Uhhhh!)One two,one two,come through,run through
Gun too,Oh you dont know what the gun do
Some dudes that you know are real quiet
And you think you wanna try it,f**k around and start a riot
N****s go pop regardless cuz Im the artist,rap artist and Ima start this
S**t up for real(What!?)Get up and feel(What!?)Im make words spit up and kill(Come On!)
It's all I been hearin' lately.N****z hate me,wanna duck tape me and rape me
But I put the range on the wall and I brawl,but too late with a 911 call
(Come on!)N****z stay evil,but alot of them bluff because Im one of them n****z that can get out them cuffs'
Alot of them tough,but when I hit them n****z like what;a battle will turn into a hunt
Like a dawg behind them n****z chasin' them down;we all know you a p***y but Im tastin' it now
Never get a dawg some blood,or never bleed a dawg,fool,or whatever all up in ya c***
(Come On!)Give it to you all like that,aint no love I do it all like that,four of dem right into ya back(Clack Clack!)
Dope this rhyme,baby.Its over forget it bcuz I shot you in front of the building and nobody knows who did it.
(Chorus)
*Where my dogs at?Wha wha,where my dogs at? x4
N****z is puss,keep on runnin' from the werewolf,howlin' at the moon on the roof
(Woof)Ahh,No!Get Up,ten n****z on em',hope God's wit' em'
Gimme the bat,lemme split em' even when the pillow and the casket wont fit him
Only reason I did em' is cuz they wont fight back or strike back layin' up wit da white hat
Ima be atcha when I smack ya,pop open the trunk aint nothin' but bones and ashes
Give a n**** a couple gashes to the head,dont hate on me cuz the street stay dead
Just go and give me head for free and see who Ima be like up in 2003
And the n**** D took it there,you thought it was a joke?
Ran 20gs,thought that I was broke
Stupid,thats whatcha get for thinkin'
And eventually found,thats what you get for stinkin'
Blowin' up the spot when you rot and plus when you know you dead,you can smell from four square blocks
Hit em' wit an ax' to the real,Kill n**** Kill!
And still you dunno Ima rob,that n**** DMX is a mothaf**kin' problem,iight? |
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