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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
Huh This go out to my dog Kato rest in peace baby Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Started off two dogs with the same goal Nothing but two dogs walkin the same road Two different cultures but had the same heart Enjoyed seeing the light but lived in the dark 5th Avenue bumped heads in the parking lot aight Was a quiet brother didn't like to bark a lot Came direct when he came gave respect so I gave respect we shared the same respect To name regret in our own circles Two brothers with good heart's but if you start Two brothers that'll hurt you Know how that dirt do Hittin four corners arf arf arf ARF Right back upon us God tried to warn us but sometimes we don't see When I first heard I'm like THIS CAN'T BE Y'all niggaz is bugging Got the wrong information or something Please tell me these niggaz is frontin God know Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO let me kick it wid you for a minute There was things left unsaid dog we wasn't finished Never got to say THANKYOU for being a friend DOGS FOR LIFE and you rode to the end Held dog down didn't let a day go by Everytime dog came to the shy I was good trips out to Phoenix with the scrambler squad Now I come back to Phoenix and like damn it's hard To accept the fact that you won't be coming back But I hope you coming back cos I won't accept the fact When you came to New York you had to come to the crib And vice versa thats just how we did Remote control cars we would race all day It was adventure we would chase all day So I'm not gonna say goodbye my nigga Instead I would rather Focus on the time we spent together that's what matters Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO save me a spot next to you and the lord I don't know when I'm coming but keep checking the door But while I'm here knock on wood I'll make sure that your kids remember who their father was And Val is good understood how real niggaz move We don't part but ya gonna always have family in New York Believe that where you at you can see that We dogs for life and to death and I mean that vato Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Dogs that I call my friends Praying for all my friends Things I do for my friends We miss you A'YO KATO Yo Where The Hood At is banging right now man That was your favourite choice We miss you Kato It's going just like we thought it would baby We miss you Kato Aight We miss you Kato I'll always love you K |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
What good is it..
for a man to, gain the world.. yet lose his own soul, in the process? God loves you, yes he does Said you're alright with him I wonder.. *I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him Uhh, you're alright with him I said you're alright with him (x2) I'm callin out to you Lord, because I need your help See once again I'm havin difficulty savin myself behavin myself, you told me what to do, and I do it But every and now and then, gets a little harder to go through it Losin friends, day by day I'm in so much pain when I'm here Lord, please take me away I put you here to do a job, and your work ain't done To live is to suffer, but you're still my son And there will be a time when you shine as bright as the stars But there won't be a, his or hers, just ours Then you'll see what I've been tryin to show you, all these years Do the right thing; cause after the tears, come the cheers I will, my Lord, with my heart, and my soul That's gonna be how I roll, from now until I'm old Lead and I'll follow, you take away the sorrow I'ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow * Repeat I want you to know Lord, that for what you've given me I'm thankful Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I'm grateful You gave us power in our words, so I think before I speak And that way when I speak, they know I'm here to teach Can't tell em nothin wrong, cause I love em too much I reach a lot of people, and Lord, I'm lovin the touch But deep inside, I've got somethin that's workin against everything I know is right, what I know makes sense That's when you must fight harder, than you've ever fought before cause what you've got goin on inside you is a war between good and evil, be careful of those who wanna be you They smile, but are not really happy when they see you Be careful of the ones that always wanna get you high Cause when the time comes, that one'll let you die Listen to me! I'm here, but I can only help you if you want me to help, what do you want for yourself? * Repeat My Lord, my saviour, don't judge my behaviour but instead, take what's in my heart and put it in my head See I guess I really never knew, how proud I made you My life is yours, my soul I gave you I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side) And we both know the hood is rough (right by your side) Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes) But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright) You keep givin me the word, and I'll put it to song Talk to me, I'll talk to them, and we can't go wrong This is the start of somethin strong, and this is just the start of it Praises to you my Lord, for lettin me be a part of it I was that kid that, been there, did that Became ashamed so I hid that But, ain't no longer with that Use me as an example - if I can do, then they can too With the Lord behind us, there ain't nothin that we can't do * Repeat He's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes cause it'll be alright Yeah, he's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes Cause, it'ssssssssss gonna be alright Yeah yeah, yes it isssssssssss |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
I'mma take it back to the shit talkin' slick talkin' Slap a nigga call him my bitch and keep walkin' HALF Y'ALL niggaz is pussy The other half of y'all niggaz is fake thugs so please don't push me we was in jail you'll be in the pool playin' in the air pressure Leave your not on the stretcher nigga I'm gon test you try your hand When they carry you out I'ma tie your man But these cats ain't built like your killed like Blood gets spilled like poke a nigga tonight Bang bang HA It hurts fuck you screemin' on me for I'm puttin' in work We leave more bodies then the bloods and the crips is how it's goin' down nigga thuggin' a bitch Fuck a nigga wit we on the same bullshit y'all niggaz on lets get it on You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours No matter how many cats he brought wit'um I'ma split'um Hair raised on my back get low and hit'um Stoped him dead in his tracks Known damn well you ain't me what you said in the past Dogs don't know nothin' but bust that nigga Dogs don't nothin' but fuck that nigga Dogs don't know nothin' but suck my dick When it comes to what happened dogs don't know shit Did two years in one night I popped two pills in one flight Two ears in one light That's what it is FOLLOW Too many thick live niggaz wanna SWALLOW Follow the mans and them And get popped with yo mans and them is what Im handin' them It's hot thing got thing stop things drop things Lookin' nigga like hot wings You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours Been around the block did my dirt Earl stiral put in work till it hurt I've seen less pussy in a stripe club fuckin' with y'all niggaz That means all y'all niggaz cats don't know what ruthless means Will you be able survive the truth I've seen Cats would'nt be alive if you was on my team But the truth is the ride is rough ya mean Got me like GOD what the fuck Dog gon bang somebodys getting' stuck Back up the truck jump right the fuck out on niggaz Empty the five out on niggaz Hush muthafuckas don't you cry Dog gon make sure that you die Point blank range so the slug go through Then I'ma hit yo crib and pop yo family to NIGGA You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys Cause I'ma put in a clip and you'll get yours |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
[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)
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
Ruff Ryders
Ride or die Get at these niggaz dog Spoken: Yep yep yup, I don't really trust humans that much these days. Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans. Shit, nothin' like that dog love I tell ya. Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull, yep, that's the only dog for me. You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them, boy. They make good companions, but even worse enemies, it's all on how you take it. Nothin' goes down I don't get a small piece of Get the picture see the beauty in the beast of The mad man, Mr. bad man is here 'Cause a nigga like me smells wreck in the air Test they fear shit that I be doing to niggaz Get away with the same shit ruining niggaz Cover all ground and I roll thick like the fog Only motha fuckin' friend I ever had was a dog Never ate the hog but glad to say I smoked plenty of 'em The fifth precinct to name one of many In one verse I beat you worse than your momma I fuck around and eat you first like Dahmer I'ma, play that ass out like a bomber Killed a nigga once for looking like he wanted drama I'm buggin, the pain it hurts I gotta scream Ahh, lettin' off a little steam Society was just too much, I couldn't hack it Six motha fuckin' years in a straight jacket Yo black it wasn't wise for them to let me out the joint I never really got better, so I'm not on point I just might flip, quick, but it's too late to be bitchin' Got more loose screws than the table in your kitchen I'm itchin', just hope you ain't around when I scratch 'Cause like I said before, I eats what I catch Searchin' shit will have a nigga hurt and sick The dirt you kick, will get you in the dirt and quick World premier, you niggaz is kids, don't play I'm too old for the jokes you'll get smoked, I don't play I'm gon' say what's gon' happen if you force my hand Someone somewhere will be like "I lost my man" Take it to heart it's about to get dark so run that All that shit niggaz talkin' been there done that What black think it's an act, let me know But he liked what I'm sayin' so shut the fuck up and let me flow Yo you think it's a game, keep playin' They gon' find your ass somewhere in a creek layin' It's over, you just ain't laid down yet And in a minute you gon' be that motherfucka' that ain't found yet Hold off from makin' movies and make moves Stop talkin' about shit that you can't prove I'm the mountain you can't move, so why you tryin' Lookin' at me stupid wonderin' why you dyin' While you flyin', through the air, with a big ass hole in your chest Wishin' you was holdin' a vest But it's too late for wishin', so you gettin' this rest Go to sleep, pop-pop will take care of the stress God bless and may He have mercy on your soul Pop-pop, take these two more with you on your stroll, nigga Spoken: Yep yep yup, I don't really trust humans that much these days. Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans. Shit, nothin' like that dog love I tell ya. Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull, yep, that's the only dog for me. You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them, boy. They make good companions, but even worse enemies, it's all on how you take it. You know how we do baby, aight, Grand Champ. You know how we do, scratch all day, match our weight, fuck nigga. You can't be fuckin' serious. A raccoon ain't nothing but a big cat. |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to The streets, this is dedicated to [Chorus] And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf It's just D And the dog is out [DMX] Started gettin a little too big for the cage that I been trapped in Cats new it was a problem, went from robbin to rappin Guns got the clappin, another trip to the morgue We all know why it's happenin, another bit by the dog When there's nothin left to eat, I ate away at my soul Felt destructive cause I don't give a fuck if I go I know y'all been told I don't give a fuck about livin Killin other dogs got you cats chasin bitches Got me itchin to bring back the beast from within What I catch I'ma eat, in the streets I'ma win I've been top dog and I'ma stay top dog So what the fuck you got to say dog? You cats play games that dog ain't with Suck my dick, behind my back dog ain't shit Well this is it, from now on if you ain't out the camp We out to clamp, put 'em up against the champ You bitch [Chorus x2] And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf And the dog is out, arf arf arf arf It's just D And the dog is out, c'mon c'mon [DMX] I don't think you cats see too clearly If it ain't that you must be deaf, cause y'all niggaz don't hear me But I know I got you scared to death How many other niggaz you know when you see 'em make you hold your breath? All a nigga did was take a pause Did a couple of movies and you thought this whole rap shit was yours? Stop being greedy, when was the last time you gave to the needy Believe me, I run through niggaz like hallways with the cops behind Give it to a nigga all day cause I pops the nine Man listen, if you don't wanna see your man missin, man listen I get dough like a nigga in a up north flick And still roll like a nigga on some up north shit The way dog flip out, cats'll never understand Niggaz be like "X I thought I was your man!" Not! [Chorus] This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to The streets, this is dedicated to [DMX] My dogs is dogs that love to brawl Bring as many as you got cause we gon fuck 'em all Dicksucked in the hall The same shorty thats puttin any work on her knees I'm duckin her call A dog is a dog is a dog for life, dog been a dog, dog in your wife I got kids this age But let 'em keep talkin slick and I'm gon put somethin hot up in his ribcage [Chorus] When the dog is out, bitch ass niggaz get bit or fucked One or the two, and I'm not Ja Rule Feel me? Aight |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[Intro: DMX + (Monica)] GRRRRRRRRRRR.. yeah I mean we all men, we all men We know how the shit go.. love one, fuck another I mean, it is what it is, it is what it is I mean, we knew what it was, when we became a part of it (yeahh) Ain't no sense whinin about it now, feel me? It's like.. [Monica + (DMX)] There's something on your mind (WHAT!) I can see right through you I know your girl been treatin you wrong (YEA!) But she ain't no good for you Why do you hold it inside (UHH!) Boy you should let me know I just want to make you right Wanna be the one you could cry on [DMX] Baby, it's like I love my wife But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight You got time for a nigga, or is he still with you? Wanna meet at the same spot, or should I come and get you? Aight, I'll be there in 10, be in the front I been gettin what I need so I'ma give you what you want One-on-one, cause you know how to talk to Dog You walk the dog and understand New York is hard, baby [Chorus: Monica and DMX] [M] So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight [M] You can stay right here with me [D] Uhh.. I ain't goin nowhere [D] When you wake up I'm gon' be right there [M] Don't you worry 'bout a thing [D] I ain't worried about SHIT! [M] You're here with me [D] Look, it's like I love my wife [D] But we goin through things and I ain't goin home tonight, AIGHT? [Monica + (DMX)] It's kinda strange, that when you call (mmm) She's never home Now you're there all alone And, you deserve so much more baby (WHAT!) I can treat you better than she can (WHAT!) It doesn't make sense To keep on loving, and keep on trusting When, in return all you get is nothing [DMX] Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin it more Never had a mis-tress dis-tressed before Oh come on ma, like it ain't that deep Like ain't no love there, like I don't hate that I gotta creep We go to sleep in each others arms (YEA!) And I feel like this is where I belong If lovin you is right then I ain't wrong This is the same ol' song, wife and fam Gotta be a father and husband but I'm still yo' man, baby [Chorus] [Monica + (DMX)] This situation's getting critical (uh-huh!) I watch so many tears fall (uh-huh!) I know she's not what you want (uh-huh!) So why you keep on holding on? (GRRRRR) When I'm right here (WHAT!) All you need to do is call (WHAT!) Don't be afraid (YEA!) Cause she won't know at, ALLLLLLLLL [Chorus - repeat 2X w/ ad libs] |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[Chorus] Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz (Man fuck you too) Ay yo fuck y'all niggaz (Man fuck you too) It's big dog baby Gettin down like what See I'm a thorough bread I don't fuck wit much Bloodline is Where the pups at They off the Grand Champ Yea what black Don't nothin move less Dog say so Cats clueless About the way it go Off the chain I got At least 3 kills Even though my last album only did 3 mil I still give em chill Cuz they feel dog I can't help what it is Shit is real dog You must have thought that It was a joke or somethin Now you done fucked around And got your man choked for frontin Now hold up playa Cuz I don't play those games And don't ask me shit Cuz I don't say no names See what I know I'm taking To the fuckin grave So keep knockin cuz you ain't gettin a fuckin thing [Chorus x4] Ay yo Who we be was off the last joint But now it's who we see And we forget the last joint Cats ain't never walked like X Even before coochie rapper talked like sex I've been around since at least 83 So ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hatin me Cuz I'm gon be here when you cats is gone And other cats is on Another batch is born Don't give a fuck Bout none of y'all Fuck each and every one of y'all Cuz I done done it all Been where ya at Been where ya goin Then brought it back I tried to tell ya bout it But you wouldn't listen Now I'm gonna take you to the hood Cuz the hood will listen I wish you woulda listened Cuz then you woulda known That it's only right To give a dog a bone Bitch [Chorus x2] Aw Man There are some things I can't stand When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand When a nigga follow cuz he actin like my man Nigga might as well swallow cuz he actin like a fan And I got balls like you do Man I got paul to pull through you Stan don't they know how we do In to the streets with our hearts to the people Gots to give a little to get somethin back And what you usually give see you ain't nothin black But when you don't give then it won't last His shit will disappear like wit a nigga that smoked fast You'll get broke fast That's the lord's will Hold up I think somebody's a the door Shhh chill You sit right there I'm gonna answer that Cuz when I finish poppin ain't nobody answerin back [Chorus x4] Fuck it |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!! We don't give a what what!! (shiet) [Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)] Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (uh) Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (that's right) [Verse - DMX] Once again it's the darker nigga Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, I'll get up Hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B. And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter kid Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1 But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night To make moves again, stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for [Chorus - repeat 2x] [Outro - Swizz Beatz] Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Yo yo CMON! |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)
*To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right x2 First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouch An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about I'm from the South, ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas Live lavish From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice Livin the life, that y'all dream of Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega You seen us, the green stuff An nuttin' else that's all I collect I got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect An' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin) Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J. It's all pimp play, when it comes to me An' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets down An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town Feel me now *Repeat (x2) Yo, let me tell you were I'm at y'all Shits kinda sad y'all If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya'll Who think he stallin? I still ain't ballin An' I got wild bills An' a crowd that keeps callin My dogs wanna hang (bark) My bitches wanna bang But it don't mean a thang When all you got is change That's why my women ain't dimes Not even close to nines Sorta like fives and sixes Wit scars and stiches Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars Which one of ya'll come on, test me now Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now So next time you see me up in them clubs I'm probably scemin' While you at the bar Brick hard and fiendin' I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin' Cause I paid to get in An' now I gotta pray teethin' *Repeat (x2) Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit What you thought Cause you bought A joint You might be able to creep a nigga When he ain't on point An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' An' I don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs Hoodrats and hoes, an' I'm good Cause motherfucker I'm stayin in the hood An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood You wishin' that you could Keep it as real as me An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch *Repeat (x4) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep 난 먹지도, 자지도 않을 거야 Ain't gonna breathe, 'til I see what I wanna see 내가 보고 싶은 걸 보기 전까진 숨쉬지도 않을거야 And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep in the dirt 그리고 내가 보고 싶은 건, 니가 영원히 흙 속에 파묻혀 Permanently, you just bein hurt, this ain't gonna work 잠을 자는 거야, 고통스럽기만 하다니, 제대로 안 풀리는군 For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough 나에게는, 그런 것따윈, 충분하질 않아 Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies 왜냐하면 우린, 결국 서로 적이 될거거든 As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us 우리가 숨쉬는 한 말야, 절대로 우리 둘이서 Comin to terms, where we can agree 같은 의견에 도달할 거라고 믿지 않아 There ain't gonna be, no reasonin, speakin wit me 나랑 타협하려고 하지만 그럴 이유가 없잖아 You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles 내 자식에 대해 얘기하면, 난, 더 이상 영어로도 말하지 않아 So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless 우린 서로 싸울거야, 계속해서 말이지 You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh 니가 나랑 직접 대면하자는 데 찬성하지 않는 한 And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see 그렇게 우리가 서로 만나면, 넌 보게 될거야 A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen 한 번도 보지 못한, 악마가 내 안에서 풀려나오는 걸 And you're gonna see, this gangster pee on himself 그리고 알게 될거야, 이 갱스터는 자기에게 오줌을 눈다는 걸 I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help D-12가 보이는 군, 고마워, 하지만 도움은 필요없어 Me do this one all by my lonely 난 이걸 혼자서 해낼테니까 I don't need fifteen of my homies 내 친구 15명이나 필요하지 않아 When I see you, I'm seein you, me and you only 내가 널 볼 땐, 널 보는 거야, 나와 너 단 둘이 We never met, but best believe you gon' know me 한번도 만난적은 없지만, 날 알게 될거라고 믿는게 좋아 When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony 조금만 있으면, 네가 가짜 녀석이란 걸 보여주겠어 Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me 이리와 개년아, 보여줘, 내 몸을 잡아 던져줘 Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me 날 들어, 날 잡어, 마치 니가 내게 말했던 것처럼 You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful 그럴려고 했지, 내 생각대로군, 넌 정말 불쌍해 I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too! 널 없애버리겠어, 모두다, Ja Rule 너도 그렇게 될거야! [Chorus] Now go to sleep bitch! 이제 잠이나 자 개년아! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes 죽어 개자식아 죽어! 어, 시간 끝이야 개년아, 눈을 감아 Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) 이제 잠이나 자 개년아!(뭐?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? 왜 아직도 살아있는 거야? 몇번이나 더 말해야 겠어, 눈 감으라니까? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) 그리고 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! 죽어라 개자식아 죽어, 안녕 개자식아 작별이다! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) 잠이나 자 개년아! (뭐?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah... 왜 아직도 살아있어? 왜, 죽어 개자식아, 아, 아, 아.. ...Go to sleep bitch! 잠이나 자 개년아! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous 우린 너네들을 긴장케하지 On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless 의도적으로, 너의 초점을 흐려, 넌 MC가 아니야, 넌 가치없는 인간 You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please 넌 갱스터가 아냐, 넌 서커스지, 넌 매력이 없어, 제발 You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third 넌 커튼이야, 넌 말을 하고, 멋있게 들리지, 2003년 속에 더럽혀진 말들 You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? 넌 잘난척만 해, 하나도 안 무서워, 누굴 받들지? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when 난 널 흙 아래로 가사로 묻어줘야 겠어 You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth 지구를 넘보면서 레이블 가지고 장난칠 때 Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth Shady다 개자식아, O. Trice의 탄생 And as I mold, I become a curse 그렇게 태어나면서, 난 저주가 되지 So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf 그리고 노래로 만들어, 거리로 가져나와 Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who 장전하고 당겨, 관에 도착하게 되는 그 녀석은 Depicts fiction in his verse 그의 노래에 픽션을 담지 And as I breathe, and you be deceased 내가 숨쉬면, 넌 죽어버리게 될거야 The world believe you deceived just to speak 이 세계는 너의 말이 거짓말이라고 믿고 있지 You'se not the streets, you'se the desk 넌 스트리트도 아니고, 넌 책상이야 Use not your chest nigga, use a vest 가슴을 쓰지마 임마, 방탄조끼를 써 Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death 우리 둘이 널 쉬게 해주마, 죽음을 선택하는 거야 Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt 6피트 아래로 깊이, 니가 진 빚이다 [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets 이봐 모두, 난 야수처럼 걷고, 거리처럼 말을 해 I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat 난 뉴욕에서 열기를 내며 불타올라 Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet 비트를 따라가, 내 발로 걸어가 Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet 내 고통을 이해해봐, 비는 진눈깨비가 아니지 Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going 내가 어떻게 움직이는지, 어디로 가는지 봐 Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin 새어나오지 않아, 자는 동안에는 몰라 But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life 하지만 난 계속 자라, 이 삶 속에서 커져가 Easy-going with the same one that started the fight 싸움을 시작했던 이유에 대해서는 느긋하게 대처해 He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite 그러면 그는 개가, 깨물기 시작하면 어떤지 알게 될거야 Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life 난 그걸 보여주려고 했지, 삶 속의 한 마리 개 Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 그랜드 챔피언, 내 핏줄도 타이트해 Cuz it's all good, it's all right 모두다 괜찮아, 모두다 좋아 Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back 녀석들은 소리칠려 하지만, 대답을 못했어 Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac 이제 그들은 여기 속에 있는 모든 것을 삼켜야 해 Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Blood Line, 그리고, 우린 여러 노래를 거쳐가 Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? 빌어먹을 임마, 왜 그런 식으로 행동해야 하는 건데? [Chorus] [Eminem] All you motherfuckers, take that! 모든 개자식들아, 받아라! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo 이봐, 이것도 먹어, 개년아! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you 너네 개자식들 모두 다 죽여버리겠어, 모두다 Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! 가짜 갱스터들! 언론은 없어! 언론은 없어! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! 썩어라, 개자식들, 썩어라! 흙 속에서 부패해라, 빌어먹을 흙 속에서! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! 이름도 남기지 말고, 죽어, 그대로! 유명함도 없어! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha 이봐 X, 이리 와봐, Obie, 가자고 하하 |
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from Nutty Professor II (너티 프로페서 2) by David Newman [ost] (2000)
(feat. Dyme)
Uh Live and learn Life's a lesson (life is a lesson) And I'm the teacher CHORUS: Dyme enters chorus after first verse First I'm gonna crawl, uh (crawl) Then I'm gonna walk, uh huh (walk) Then I'm gonna stand, uh huh (stand) Then I'm gonna talk, uh (talk) Then I gotta learn, what (learn) In order to teach, (teach) Then I gotta burn (burn) In order to reach (reach), my niggas [Verse 1] Yo, I see what I see, day by day Hopin that the Lord can, pave my way Have I been forgotten, have I forsaken Or maybe I'm just wrong with the moves that I've been makin Hatin others cuz they hate me, over envy Wanna send me, when we used to be friendly Think I started off on top? With multi platinum albums? Naw dog, I started off on the block I just did shit to get shit Niggas always knew I was down to hit shit That's why I stay wit shit Played with shit, but it wasn't a game First time locked down, wasn't the same A whole new world, nothin but close to steel Niggas gettin split for real, miss a good deal They aint call nobody, cuz don't nobody care They got my back against the wall, fuck it I'm just here CHORUS 2X [Verse 2] Dog it's like this, when the fog is type thick A nigga might flip, and a nigga bite quick But I stay focused on what's important Supportin my family, fuckin with my dogs and reportin According to the man upstairs, we all got our own problems So why the fuck you worryin about theirs It was a long time ago, look awake, cuz he'll leave you I hear none, speak none, see none, evil All I can do is teach you, what I know How I flow, how I get down, where I go Maybe what I been through, will send you Somewhere, other then where, dreams all out the window I love my people, all of my people And God gon keep me callin my people You gots to live life to the fullest It aint always about the size of the gun, sometimes it's the bullet CHORUS 2X [Verse 3] Every day we live and learn, take it step by step And we create our own path, until there's no life left I hold my death, off for as long as I can Knowin my man, is plottin with the chrome in his hand Supposed to be fam, but niggas get shady over money My nigga, pull out the 380 over money Crazy over money, can't do without it I got other shit to deal with, I'm like forget about it It's the one I don't know but must teach that comes first Because he comes with the thirst of a nigga that tatted the worst It's like a curse that's to be lifted, he was there but he gripped it Got a call and he shifted, once he found out he was gifted Gotta kick it from the heart, and I hope you got it It was there from the start, I just hope you spot it Cuz it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper Words to live by will leave a hole in the paper CHORUS |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Interviewer: Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas.
DMX: Dog Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real DMX: Dog. That's my man and them Interviewer: But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down the industry on some shit, on some power shit. DMX: Dog that's my mans and them Interviewer: Eh DMX: So what I'm doin' Interviewer: right, right DMX: my mans and them is doin, because Interviewer: right. DMX: that's my mans and them, ya know Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: Now ya feel me? Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: So you know when you fuckin with me Interveiwer: right, right DMX: you fuckin wit Interveiwer: oh oh, what are ya doin now? DMX: Told y'all niggaz Ya just don't listen Why must you be hard headed Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though Ya know, grrrrrr Uh One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don뭪 know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I뭢 the hardest rap artist and I'ma start this Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words I make herbs split up and squeal Ill is all I뭭e been hearin lately Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me put their brains on the wall, when I brawl Too late for that 911 call Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs You think a lot of them tough Not just for frotin When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?' the battle turns into a hunt With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down We all knew that you was pussy but I'm tastin it now And never give a dog blood because raw blood I have a dog like one bitin whatever All up in ya gut Give it to them raw like that and ain't no love I do em all like that Four right up in they back Clak Clak Close your eyes baby, it's over Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but nobody knows who did it What Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Niggas is pussy Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww Howling at the moon on the roof Eh, ah, no, get em Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him Give me the bat, let me split him I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back Trieed to strike back Left him like that, layin up with the white hat Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head Straight to the white meat but the street stay red But this girl gave me head for free Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003 That Nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He went through like 20 G's and thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you get for thinkin and eventually found that's what you get for stinkin Blowin up the spot when you rot plus if it gets hot they know you dipped for four squared blocks Hit em with the ox to the grill Eh, ah, kill nigga kill Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem Aight |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Jay-Z:
Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash chicks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us Fuck it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all cant floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what Chorus: (repeat 2X) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON) Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villains, fuck your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller Chorus: (2X) DMX: D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap shit Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food And the only thing thats stoppin him is you Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you Topic include; choppin in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz I shed blood, for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggaz All I'ma hear is right here my nigga Chorus: (2X) Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh Ruff Ryders My nigga Swizz Uhhuh uhhuh Dont stop biatch Uh Uhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[DMX] Uh [Chinky (DMX)] Cause its all (Growl)...goin on...in my life [DMX] Earl Simmons, AKA The Dawg (what!), gettin down for real and goin hard [Chinky (DMX)] Cause its all (Growl)...goin on...in my life [DMX] This is my life and ima live how i wanna live it motherfuckers wanna fuckin come and get it [Chinky] Cause its all...goin on...in my life [DMX] Shake it out yo, gimme at leats three feet and end up stinkin and leakin in the street (what!) [Chinky] Cause its all...goin on...in my life [DMX] I wanna be able to teach to blood (uh!), wanna be able to sit down and eat wit you cuh (uh!) [Chinky] Cause its all...goin on...in my life [DMX] I go through what i go thorugh so you dont have to you should be glad to have to wear ? (whoo) [Chinky (DMX)] Cause its all, (yeah), goin on....in my life [DMX] It is my dreams (uh), my fears (uh), my words (uh), that constantly (uh) fall on (uh) deaf ears (uh) (what!) [Chinky] Cause its all...goin on...in my life [DMX] Fogive me farther for i have sinned (yeah!), endangered my soul im ready to win lets begin (please!) [Chinky] Cause its all...goin on...in my life [DMX] Please give me the strength to rebuke the devil, give me the speech so the word is heard at all levels (aight!) [Chinky] Cause its all...goin on...in my life [DMX] .................Uh [Chinky (DMX)] Cause its all (Cause its all),goin on (Whats goin on), in my life (This is my life, This is my life) Cause its all (Cause its all)....(Whats goin on), in my life (in my life.....This is my life) Cause its all in my life, whoo in my life (This is my life), Yeah (This is my life), whooo (This life of mine) (Livin this life of mine) In my life (AAaaaaHHhhhhh!) [DMX]- |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Keep yo' hands in the air, cause we gon' take you there
And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care.. Uh-huh, uh, what *Ain't no other cats got love for me Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me *Repeat Uhh, uhh If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night If I'm lookin for somethin it's probably a fight If I'm goin fuck bitches then they better be tight If that's dead, then the head better be right If I gots to play I'ma play til I win Since I gots to be here can't wait to begin Wanna fuck shorty can't stand shorty friend cause honey friend fuck many many men Stay wit the rats cause the rats is real Wanna fuck, then we fuck, already know the deal Shit, fuck what you look like, just show the real And I keep spot that we can go to chill I love my, get down for the hoes Only reason I come around is for the hoes Pipework - I lay it down for the hoes Hit em off with that dark brown, you know? *Repeat Y'know fuckin wit me, ain't keepin your health right Cause me and my Rolls, we keep it jail tight The shit I pack is heavy, but the shell is light When they drop the same time, you drop without a fight Burnin anything that I'm puttin my name on You might take a 'Drag', but you can't flame 'On' I know y'all niggaz to homey, wit a chain on When it come to the fire I'm the kid they blame it on When you see like eight cars then y'all know who we are Niggaz spittin mean bars off the green jar Never drunk but you see me leaned at the bar Spittin fire that'll melt the ice on your arm You had that but for now dog give me that Cause dog you don't wanna see how my semi act Fake hustlin niggaz you'll pump any pack When it come to this shit, I done laid plenty flat (C'MON!) *Repeat Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear Uhh, uhh What you niggaz want? Cause I got it right here Y'all niggaz front, then I hit you right there Not really impressed by what niggaz wear Faggots talk shit but I really don't care I'm the type of nigga that'll die for the cause Fuck what you heard, I will die for my dogs Ain't scared of shit - will ride in the fog Same thing but a bigger size than yours I fuck with Drag-On, cause he spits the flame Drag-On motherfucker don't forget the name And we all takin over ain't shit the same If you ain't out that mob nigga quit the game And ain't no other cats got love for me Ain't no other cats gon' bust slugs for me Ain't no other cats gon' shed blood wit me But my dogs, is gon' be a thug wit me, c'mon! *Repeat Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear Uh-huh, uh Uh.. Drag-On My man Swizz Beatz Uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Double-R, uh |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
It's dark and hell is hot
Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone Every time cuz we don't play "Who turned out the lights?" Is what niggaz be sayin' Now you don't wanna fight But ya niggaz be playin' Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road And you gonna know the night When you layin in that cold Dirt gettin' tossed in your grave Now it's all over Preacher said "You was brave" But now it's all over You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to (Boom) Ain't no savin 'you No matter how many tears your moms' cried Ain't gon bring your ass back Plus in hell, you gon fry Why? But now the only 2 releative questions Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?" Either way, you up out of here for good Now when niggaz mention you name They knockin' on wood Did I, get my, point across? Another body on the shotte Another joint I toss * Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone Everytime cuz we don't play Everytime cuz we don't play Everytime cuz we don't play Everytime cuz we don't play There ain't no sunshine When the Dark Man comes out And I want mine So I plan to keep my gun out We got four 9's So niggaz run in and run out But I bust mine Cuz I'd like to hear some shots Get At Me Dog niggaz know how its goin dizzy When it comes to that flow, I gets busy Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown (GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you You hear strike 1, talkin' shit, strike 2 Won't be a strike 3, cuz I don't play fair I'ma look you in your eye While he hit you from the rear Be like "Yeah, holdin' you up cuz you fallin" The Lord ain't comin' till niggaz stop callin' You was ballin' a minute ago In it for dough Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know" * Repeat And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Whatchu think you gon get Fuck around with my dough Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my show One (one) two (two) three (three) here I go Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek But this shit is thick and when you hear this shit Damn right I can finish shit If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine But you be blind, i'll do it 360, come up from behind Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin' around Hit you with somethin' that i'll have you burin' the ground Be like "Damn ain't nothin' left of money, but a pile of ash" Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts Cuz you know ain't got much longer to go The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow When niggaz know I don't give a fuck, right or wrong There ain't no sunshine when it's on Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone Everytime cuz we don't play |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[DMX] Uhh.. yeah, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh - WHAT! [Chorus 2X: DMX] + (Big Stan) We gon' make these cats (WHAT!) STOP! Why they waitin to (WHAT!) GO! We gon' keep it (ON TOP!) ON TOP! Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO! [DMX] Song ain't a song without X and the B.S. Earl, Stan - initials E.S. About to shut it down, y'all don't see this? Oh my God (WHAT!) Y'all don't see this? Started with a little, raising the pups Now I'm a home-run hitter, we raising our cups Toastin, to all the roastin we done (UHH) Bite hard, done bit hard but don't run (UHH) My dogs is dogs with official +Bloodlines+ Cats want - mine? X Blood-line? Oh you tryna get hit in the HEAD one time Straight to the body with the whole .29 (WHAT!) It's gon' be whatever it's gon' be (UHH!) And I'm gon' see whatever I'm gon' see (UHH!) And I'm gon' do whatever I'm gon' do So if it's fuck me nigga, then FUCK YOU too! (C'MON!) [Chorus] [Big Stan] + (DMX) Off the chain I'ma run through, walk through, gun do haunt you A gun puts a spark through, no tellin what the hawk do (WHAT!) Only speak for me, no tellin what the Dog do (Dog do what the fuck Dog do, shit!) Yo' crew leave it alone (uh-uh!) You got your eyes on the bone? (uh-uh!) Can't keep your eyes of the throne? (Go on now) With that shit you did (man, c'mon now!) I'm gettin sick of niggaz fuckin with D You fuckin with D? You fuckin with me You fuckin with me? You fuckin with X Fuckin with X? You fuckin with a softball-sized hole up in your vest And the rest? (WHAT!) Ain't nothin to rap about Ain't no ("I ain't mean it!") when the strap is out Ain't no ("Yo, sorry!") when the rats is out Cause the rats don't know shit but POINT MONEY OUT! (UHH!) [Chorus] [DMX] School Street, Moulfred, Whitney Young Been there, lived there, now it's become a place where the face I'm not familiar with These new cats done got me on some "I'MA KILL YOU SHIT!" [Big Stan] And I remember when you came through flyin, a 1-2-9 Scooped ya man up and he signed to the 'Line I got a deal, shit I'm still in the grind (WHAT!) Got the steal, cause shit is still on my mind [DMX] You gots to watch niggaz that you talk to Cause sometimes they talk to you funny, whassup wit'chu money? Oh you think it's sweet? My name must be Honey Funny, 'til you leave with your head bloody [Big Stan] And what he gon' do when a 6-foot-3 430-pound motherfucker come through? (WHAT?) NOTHIN! (C'MON!) Breathe easy! When cats talk slick dogs get GREASY! [Chorus] [Big Stan] WHAT! [DMX] Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO! Why these cats is like (YO!) AIYYO! |
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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
Right/Wrong" - DMX THIS...IS...MY...LIFE Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Made me a leader before I was ready to lead Took away my hunger, but didn't give me greed Made me successful, when I just wanted to be heard Give me the light, cause all I need is the word Give me a life, that I'm responsible for I'll give him what's right, cause I'm responsible for him And into the night, I'm gonna be there with him Facing a fight, I be right there with him Ready for Heaven, cause I done been through the Hell And since I was seven, I've had a story to tell See God is great, and that's why I'm still livin' He gave to me, so I'ma keep on givin' The bravery of a man's mind is slavery Is makin me the man I was made to be I hate to see when cats know but don't spit it Right is wrong, when it's on you gon get it I wake up frustrated dog, I'm hurtin' inside Think about the brothers that put in, work and then died A certain have tried, a certain have cried When it didn't go right, you hit me like You see things ain't always what they seem to be And the reason I dream of thee is He's with me And the reason I get through things so easily Is by the grace of God cause he, see's the need to guide me Walk right beside me Because he knows what's goin on inside me, he tried me Knew where my heart was at Knew what I was thinkin Knew when I was down and out, left there mistaken Knew when to pick me up, cause it got too hard Knew when I was gonna scream out "Please God!" And you already knew that you would be there for me That's why I bring you together to give you the glory Everyday of life is a new chapter And it's already been foretold, so it's up to the soul to capture The essence of it all, the meak shall inherit the earth Destined to ride with the call from birth The true worth of a man, is not measured by what he does for hiself but What he does for someone else And if you help another, without concern for (?) What you give, you shall recieve to unfold X-Caliber The Ultimate Challenger And I, put that on my soul And, put that on my life And, everything I own And, everything I know And, everything I show is what I was meant to do Everything I told you is what I've been through And everwhere I been, I was for a reason Walk through the desert, ended up freezin Start there, end up where? And now they know...whatever which way they go Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go (right and wrong) Whatever which way they go They know they gonna owe They soul to the road they choose It don't matter if you win or loose You still gotta pay them dues You still gotta pay them dues You still gotta pay them dues |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[Chorus: repeat 2X] If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (yeah!) If I'm lookin' for something' then it's probly a fight If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight If that's dead, then the head better be right (C'mon) [Verse 1] Here we go again, fuckin right Dog man X baby, dog for life Know how this shit go, built off fights Bitch dog be like "AIGH, AIGH, AIGH" OOH, this rap shit be getting kinda hectic It's not a game nigga, cats don't respect it Real shit's been neglected for far too long Let's get it on! I jump off slugs like packages from UPS But you run when you see X Pull out the front when you see Tex POW, the light is what you see next Fuck who you listenin' to, I'm the badest Any niggaz in the industry is faggots Due alone niggaz don't want no static Whent hey say who shot J R it won't be Dalas [Chorus] [Verse 2] Y'all niggaz don't know how the dog livin' No matter what I do I keep on winnin' Can't stop me now. It's just the beginning' Gon' be there 'till the endin' In 2005 you won't know Stop, drop, open up shot, let 'em go Hit 'em with the same flow I hit 'em with before This time I'm goin' around the back door Got me like "GOD!" you niggaz is stupid Get the drum crack 4 bars, horn then loop it Same shit that you did to me, took what you did Got niggaz movin', but not institution Dog done did it again, uh uh (WHAT?) Dog is in it to win, uh huh (WHAT?) Dog did a nigga and then, uh huh (WHAT?) You thought dog was afraid? Nah ah (Come on) [Chorus] [Verse 3] My niggaz, some niggaz you don't wanna try But then again, I be that one to bust a nigga in his eye I don't give a fuck bitch all my niggaz ready to die Hit you with the things so you niggaz ready to fly You don't want no more Bring all ya got to even the score E5 is HOT? You want more? You really don't know what you're askin' for Listen old man, don't do that We all dogs over here, don't act like a cat We like, touch balls, round table with a bat Start with the cheers, "Crack, crack, crack!" [Chorus] |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
DMX: Somethin' new
Chorus(2x): Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders roll DMX: Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die All I know is pain All I feel is rain How can I maintain, with madd shit on my brain I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence Like you don't know what our style is New York niggaz the wildest My niggaz is wit' it You want it? come and get it Took it then we split it You fuckin' right we did it What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru I'ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz When you find out there's some more niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle just cause I can't stand you Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes Chorus(2x) Is ya'll niggaz crazy? I'll buss you and be swazy Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you you know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you Ya I know it's pitiful That's how niggaz get down Watch my niggaz spit round Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home Home of the brave, my home is a cage and yo I'ma slave til' my home is the grave I'ma pull capers, it's all about the papers Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us Chorus(2x) Look what you dun started, Asked for it, you got it Had it, should have shot it Now your dearly departed Get at me dog, did I rip shit with this one here I flip shit Niggaz know when I kick shit It's gonna be some slick shit What was that look for, when I walked in the door Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore Cause now you on the floor, wishin you never saw me walk through that door, with that 4 4 Now it's time for bed Two more to the head, got the floor red Yea that nigga's dead Another unsolved mystery, It's goin' down in history Niggaz ain't never did shit to me Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me Gots to make the move, got a point to prove Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh So to the next time, you hear this nigga rhyme Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and crime Chorus(1x) |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Somethin' new
*Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders roll *Repeat Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die All I know is pain All I feel is rain How can I maintain, with madd shit on my brain I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence Like you don't know what are style is New York niggaz the wildest My niggaz is wit' it You want it? come and get it Took it then we split it You fuckin' right we did it What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru I'ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz When you find out there's somemore niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle just cause I can't stand you Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes *Repeat (x2) Is ya'll niggaz crazy? I'll buss you and be swazy Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you you know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you Ya I know it's pitiful That's how niggaz get down Watch why niggaz spit round Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone let a dog roam and he'll find his way home Home of the brave, my home is a cage and yo I'ma slave til' my home is a grave I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us *Repeat (x2) Look what you dun started, Asked for it, you got it had it, should have shot it Now your dearly departed Get at me dog, did I rip shit with this one here I flip shit Niggaz know when I kick shit It's gonna be some slick shit What was that look for, when I walked in the door Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore Cause now you on the floor, wishin you never saw me walk through that door, with that 4 4 Now it's time for bed Two more to the head, got the floor red Yea that nigga's dead Another unsolved mystery, It's goin' down in history Niggaz ain't never did shit to me Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me Gots to make the move, got a point to prove Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh So to the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and crime *Repeat |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[50 Cent] Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy And when you gon' get it in your brain The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm craaazy If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like Jay-Z Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me See I'm cool with them Hatian mob niggaz ? Tu say sapa say mavule ? and rob niggaz The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that? See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers X whattup? (AIGHT!!) [ : 50 Cent] You don't live that, you shouldn't say that Cause what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN Throwin your money around and we don't play that Get in our line'll get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga) We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN [DMX] Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit? Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (WHAT!) Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick! Ain't nuttin but a handful of man still standin I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?) Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?) But once we got through the trials it's all smiles 'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from? I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!) 45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave. I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga! [Styles P] Yeah, word, yeah If your head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh) You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked) Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that) Yea, what the fuck is the problem The Porsche is red the buckets is Army 30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea) Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word) Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window I smell murder every time that the wind blow Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough I'm the one that flood the gutters Better tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his And niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns up Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[Intro: DMX] Uh! (Our father) I'm a talk this (Who art in heaven) Start walk this [Verse 1: DMX] In the name of Jesus I can have everything good of the earth be given to me by him In the name of Jesus There would be never be a time that I have to fight the devil and I cannot win In the name of Jesus I lose all strong holds that the devil had over my life In the name of Jesus When I save a thousand two or save ten So I thank the lord for my wife In the name of Jesus I want to thank you what you showed me what you told me In the name of Jesus I want to thank you for your love and watchin over me In the name of Jesus I don't have to, go through what I went through anymore In the name of Jesus I don't have to (What!) now that I got you in my life ever more (Come on!) [Chorus: Patti LaBelle] I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh Without you [Verse 2: DMX] In the name of Jesus You gave me the book, so now I just look when I need the word In the name of Jesus You took, a crook, gave him a new look now he speaks the word In the name of Jesus It don't matter what we did tell it to the lord and he forgives Whatever it was right or wrong I'm a catch up with the herd then I'm comin home In the name of Jesus I ran away for far too long starve too long In the name of Jesus Where people perish for lack of knowledge They all too strong let's get it on In the name of Jesus I realize I'm a sinner I repent my sins and right this moment am a beginner Baby in the spirit, let me go In the name of Jesus please let me go!!!! (Come on!) [Chorus: Patti LaBelle] I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh Without you [Bridge: DMX] + (Patti LaBelle) I gotta say what's on my mind (Say what's on your mind) You saved my life a thousand times (Saved a thousand times) Gave me a dream that came to be Opened my eyes so I could see [DMX & Patti LaBelle] I had my ups and had my downs Until you turned my life around And I want the whole world to see They don't know what you mean to me [Verse 3: DMX] In the name of Jesus All praises due to the shepherd watchin the flock of sheep In the name of Jesus Ain't even about where I'm steppin You watch in the dark when I'm sleep [Chorus: Patti LaBelle] I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh Without you [Outro: Patti LaBelle] What you want, sing! |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
Father thank you for makin me righteous and accepted through the blood of Jesus Because of that I am blessed and highly favored by you I am the object of your affection Your favors surround me as a shield And the first thing that people come in contact with IS my favorite shield Thank you that I have favor with you and man today All day long, people go out of their way to bless and to help me I have favor with everyone that I deal with today Doors that were once closed are now open for me I receive preferential treatment and I have special priveledges I am God's favorite child No good thing will he withhold from me Because of God's favor my enemies cannot triumph over me I have supernatural increase in promotions I declare restoration of everything that the devil has stolen from me I have honor in the midst of my adversaries and an increase of assets Especially in real estate and an expansion of territory Because I am highly favored by God I experience great victories Supernatural turn-arounds and miraculous breakthroughs in the midst of great impossibilities I receive recognition, prominence and honor Petitions are granted to me even by unGodly authorities Policies, rules, regulations and laws are changed and reversed on my behalf I win battles that I don't even have to fight because God fights them for me This is the day, the set time the designated moment for me to experience the free favors of God that profusely and lavishly abound on my behalf In Jesus MIGHTY name we have prayed; Amen, and Amen |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
It's such a long long train ride It's such a long lonely ride back home Now I know Only I can stop the rain Uh uh uh uh uh Now I know Only I can stop the rain It's not that we gotta do what we do It's what we know So to me it ain't nothing but being true But Now I know Only I can stop the rain It doesn't have to be the way it is You say it is Just because for the past 20 years Everyday it is Now I know Only I can stop the rain I won't even be able to walk out my front door Without worrying about coming to conflict with the law cause Now I know Only I can stop the rain If I follow him they'll follow me And I'll speak life into the words that you can see 'cause Now I know Only I can stop the rain We get away with it everyday shit But everyday shit catches up with you And when it does you can't say shit Now I know Only I can stop the rain If I don't you will What I won't you still What makes us feel like we gots to kill When Now I know Only I can stop the rain How many more lives must we lose How many more times must we choose To trust these fools Now I know Only I can stop the rain If it ain't broke don't fix it I gave it to you straight don't mix it Twist it what up for some slick shit Now I know Only I can stop the rain I don't have to talk to it anymore I don't have to walk to it anymore I'm out the door Now I know Only I can stop the rain I wanna find peace with the lord I don't wanna find the peace with the sword I can't afford to Now I know Only I can stop the rain When everyday of my life Is just a constant fight Between wrong and right Now I know Only I can stop the rain I thank you lord for my life I thank you lord for keeping it loose when things got tight Now I know Only I can stop the rain Only I can stop the rain Only I can stop the pain Now I know Only I can stop the rain Only I can stop the rain stop the rain Only I can stop the rain Only I can stop the rain because the rain calls on me Now I know Only I can stop the rain Only I can stop the rain |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[DMX] Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is Yah'mean? We untouchable baby [Chorus: Syleena Johnson] I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads to tips of our toes We're untouchable Everyday the sun'll shine Took this dream and made it mine I'm gettin down one thing that I know (WHAT!) We're untouchable [DMX] We built this Double R thing from the ground up Another principle of when it's beef, niggaz round up Gettin down like what nigga, YO! That's all it takes and it's like, HERE WE GO! Thorough type niggaz that control the streets Rollin deep, holdin heat, don't even think about sleep When we creep, niggaz goin down for the count It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out C'mon fella, you don't want the dog with the camp Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ You know better, think about crossin the line Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9 Double R and we get down for life! Let a nigga KNOW we can go down tonight From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes WHAAAAT! We untouchable, AIGHT? Yea, WHAT! [Chorus] [Cross] Yea, yeah, YEAH! Be strong.. I represent the have and the have-nots All the niggaz with the weed spots And all my niggaz on them cell blocks We gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E You can't fuck with my army My niggaz is untouchable, eatin niggaz like Lunchable .45 be crushin you when the bullets be touchin you Paul bearers'll carry you to the cemetary where your momma gon' bury you Black suit be fittin you nigga, I got hood degrees Plus I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese If you a runnin man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees Then it's me against the world, man against machine S.D.T.S. - stick to my routine My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin in the Federal Nigga, I'm untouchable [Chorus] [Infa-Red] Lyrically I'm, untouchable.. Infa-Red nigga, let's go.. All I can know is 365 days of pain My name, how to sell cocaine And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof I can aim and shoot down a plane Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye Give niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mine Don't wear your watch around me nigga I take time Like niggaz that them blue tried to like I turn men to mice, canary yellow my ice And Ruff Ryde on anybody, to be precise But I handle my business like I'm supposed to When you go in the precinct, that's the only time you see my poster But I could post up and get rid of my pieces I own collies sellin rocks the size of Domino pizzas I'm untouchable, nigga [Chorus] [Sheek] Double R.. whoo! All day.. Yo, aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy - yo, yo, yo U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S Sheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt) Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar Sheek heavy in the hood (uh-huh) And I don't mean cause I gained weight in the hood (nah) My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here? Our hammer's cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair Yeah nigga what? The new rap LeBron's here Get 'em dog, we the new America's nightmare And we don't say much, we just get it on That's why we don't get touched, y'all like a dutch Hands all on you, I'm tryna warn you to stay in your place, so you don't get laced And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face [Chorus] [Drag-On] Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon! You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, I'm back on the grind I'm back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind I spit in your eye like niggaz is eatin, I'm splittin the pies Frank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mine Yeah, you get in my way I pity your moms Yeah, my block is real, my niggaz is armed My borough is thorough, we bang with each other I'm switchin my diamonds and changin the color with change of weather, canary in the sun, uhh I bury ya nigga then bury the gun, X whattup? Me and you is untouchable (uh-huh) We both had bricks they couldn't sniff cause the coke was uncrushable Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die" You drivin by, we clap at your ride, good-bye [Chorus] |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(DMX)
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder Then there are times I will take my brother by the neck Any way I touch you, walk with me.. Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!) This ain't the way it's supposed to be (off that bloodline thang) This ain't the way it's supposed to be! This ain't the way, shit is supposed to be!! (Big Stan) Now I done seen the streets turned into a beast with sharp teeth Put claws in the strong and just devour the weak Make them proud niggaz humble (uh-huh) Then turn around and make them loud niggaz mumble (uh-huh) In the jungle I done seen niggaz voted "Most likely to win" lose it all at the end of a stem; what a lame (uhh) Friends killin friends for paper, what a shame (uhh) And everybody thinkin they players, what a game (damn) I done seen this whole shit change Looked again and realized that ain't shit changed (WHAT?!) Except the fact that I'm a grown man now (uhh) standin on my own two Used to hate guns, now a nigga own two (C'MON!) Twin glocks for cops and use I promise to I ain't goin out like Amadou, you know what I'ma do (AIGHT?) So sit back and try to visualize if you can All the stories of a wise man - walk with me (Chorus: DMX) Look at my life.. look at how I live Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!) Look at my li-ife.. look at how I live Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!) (Big Stan) (My nigga!) Now I've done seen life play jokes with death as a punchline In a world with no hope, struggle to get mine I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh) So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh) Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong from right Told me everything that's wrong is right, like Hoppin a train, poppin the thang And havin hot blocks poppin with 'caine, lockin the game (C'MON!!) And the more shit, change, the more it's the same And the more you try to get rid of it, the more it remains You remember when the kid's dream to get to the top was bein doctors, firemen, even the cops? Look at the kids now, lost, no hope To get ahead they plan to rap, play ball, or sell dope (ooooh) And if you thinkin we the problem you wrong A generation died at the same time our fathers was born (Chorus) (Big Stan) I've seen a broken home influence a good kid to go bad Cause boys with sane minds to go mad (uhh) And young girls to lose they innocence so fast And so often the results are so sad Losin her skirt, don't even know what flirt means So a baby's poppin up with a baby at thirteen (damn) A few years, she tried to settle down with her man Tried to stop fuckin all them other niggaz and can't Though she want to, the curse got her doin this dirt Cause she saw mommy do it whenever daddy went to work (damn) And it hurts, I know the pain call it the truth Bad parents are destroyin the youth, I been there (WHAT?!) I've watched men beat on my mother my whole life So when I hit my baby mother I thought it was alright (NO!!!) Maybe if I woke up and them niggaz was gone I woulda knew that all the hittin was wrong, talk to me (Chorus) - 2X (DMX) My niggaz This, is, for my niggaz This, is, for my niggaz This, is, for my niggaz This right here?! Is for my niggaz B.S. baby! Uh-huh, uhh Bloodline, bloodline, bloodline! All my dogs, off the motherfuckin chain! Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf-arf, ya heard? Bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga!) Iceberg, hoo, B.K.! Ali X! St. Claire! Jinx! |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
UHH UHH UHHHHHH Yeah Def Jam Yeah Ruff Ryders Yeah come on Def Jam Yeah Ruff Ryders Yeah Def Jam Yeah Ruff Ryders Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how that shit go Quick to the flip dog kitten don't let go Get that shit yo wrong or right me Dog for life and its on tonight Y'all niggaz make money money money My Niggaz take money money money Bloodline get down 'cause I love mine I can put my life on the line at least one time Cats don't know nothing but show frontin I'm a pump pump it up like Joe Budden Dark Man bang your head with the walk man Tryna holla at shorty you still tryna talk man Sometimes niggaz is worse than the bitches So I'm a holla at you but first with the stitches Cats don't know who you fucking with 'til you fucking with X and you stuck in shit Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know Yo Grease I need this beat no disrespect I just got some shit I need to get off my chest Look around and I see the rap game is a mess So many chromes now they getting me vexed Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit Sounding the same and it's a ma fucking shame While lames think they flow so sick getting excited Yeah they got a sick flow its called the Young Hoe Virus BUT let me fall back into character B got so hot never been an amateur Ask the locals Boy its LoCo Never Stop my flow wanna go pro you know Check the history started with the R's Now I'm running with the line four time no mystery Dog tryna position me to get in the door But since the door don't open wide enough we rippin it off Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know Dog gonna be Dog that's how I get down Step up nigga sit down put your shit down AIGHT Clowns ain't even built for the circus I'm about to pop this nigga DOG It ain't worth it TAHHHH yeah you right soon as your man make it dead at night I'll be there aight then what Everything stops money turns on the light and Pa Pop Pop Pop None stop shots ringing out cowards hit the ground I came to get down if you came to get down Blow the pound up niggaz wanna what with us Bloodline and the dog I trust so for the dog I bust That thang catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang Dog get the word it's a must that I bang And trust me I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n thang Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know Bloodline we bout to blow WHAT Ruff Ryders we bout to blow WHAT Vacant Lot we bout to blow WHAT Man bitchass niggaz just don't know Yeah Come on man ya niggaz don't know what the fuck this shit is Gutter Gutter Gutter Gutter |
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from The Players Club (플레이 클럽) [ost] (1998)
Dj Clark Kent: What you think gon' happen if I get Ice Cube
to do a joint with the wildest dog on the East Coast? Man they don't know. Heavyweight Def Jam Clark World Cube: Once again it's on the muthafuckin' psycho Ice Cube the Don Mega with my nigga DMX huh A diamond in the rough punk, he gon' stay in the rough East meets West it's goin' down Yeah we be clubbin' we be clubbin' we be clubbin' we be clubbin' we be clubbin' I'm in the city bitch we clubbin' I'm treated like the Presidential motorcade takin' out the residential global persperation freaky gyrations close to fornication Numbers get passed when asked information intoxication faded inebriated Designated driver liver than MacGyver blockin' freaks in all of 'em tens stallions get them to pile in Sittin' on 'Lacs bitch we write raps Backdo' access you gettin' jealous standin' all in line with designer umbrellas Bad fellas runnin' with the Eastside Connection any kind of club with a star check they weapons Who wanna sex DMX get naked fuckin' to security show us the exit *Heavy hitters countin' figures We be Clubbin' Mixin' blunts and heavy liquors We be Clubbin' For all my live ass niggas We be clubbin' Fuckin' all them gold diggers We be clubbin' Kent: DMX Ruff Riders DMX: Grrr grrr All I do is import to export transport to West port a nigga still breathin' today 'cause the vest caught them slugs you sprayed at me now get at me if you want more Put a fuckin' hole up in yo' back so what's the front for? Come on baby we some noisemakers catchin' niggas with bricks at am I ?? comin' through Las Vegas made us wanted dead or alive on mad niggas hit lists but ain't a muthafucka come & get this Witness what's unheard of cold blooded murder this hot shit'll have you smellin' like a fuckin' ?? and the shell from the twelve is all it takes to make a nigga spin like twice & then fall you call for help but ain't none comin' The avmen slaughtered the robbery & gun runnin' and when I'm done gunnin' we all gon' meet up at the club fuckin' with Cube it's nothin' but love Nigga What!! * Repeat Bridge: New York get ya club on L.A. get ya club on Chicago get ya club on Atlanta get ya club on DMX: Fuck that shit If the dog's off the leash then the dog's gonna bite (rooof) If the dog's in the ring then the dog's gonna fight (rooof) If the dog's on the West Coast then I'm fuckin' with Cube Where them hoes at nigga keep 'em comin' in twos Cube: Like Noah I make it wetter the doubleheader hit that ass like I got a vendetta you know it's better with the Don Mega shake it off shake it off take it off take it off and make it soft biotch DMX: Uhh, It's all good it's all right fuck all day fuck all night Call all my niggas 'cause wherever I go y'all my niggas East to the West Coast all my niggas Cube : Now the East to the West piece of the best sick of this shit Added DMX to add grit in this shit Atlantic to Pacific spittin' this shit Got love for my niggas that's gettin' a grip We be clubbin' * Repeat |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
[sample:] "Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?" [Cam] Uhh, what's really good? X I'm in the buildin man, yea! [sample:] "Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?" [DMX] It's all, good, my, nigga [Cam] That's right, you know how we do dawg, "Pull It" [Cam] Y.O., Harlem, we back part two man, Dark Man where you at? [DMX] Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHH, UHHHH!!! [DMX] Let's set this shit off, start this shit RIGHT It's goin down to-night! Dawg off the leash, dawg walks with heat Dawg stalks the streets, in New York to eat How many times do I gotta come through (YEA!) Layin that thing down, puttin holes in you You cats get it on the double, so stay the fuck out of my WAYYYY, you don't want no trouble (c'mon!) We travel double far, to bring you trouble God We rollin double hard, yea nigga Double R! I don't know what you thought it was, but it's NOT But I know that you caught the SLUGS, they was hot Get the fuck off the block! (WHAT?) There's no more room for bitch niggaz (uhh) dawg I'm comin to get niggaz (YEA!) Lift niggaz, out they boots, dust it Cause I don't just walk around with them things to bust it [Chorus] Uhh, we go hard! Never mind what a nigga say - we go hard! We gon' play how we wanna play - we go hard! Man we do this shit all day - we go hard! Motherfucker! Uhh, we go hard! Never mind what a nigga say - we go hard! We gon' play how we wanna play - we go hard! Bitch, we do this shit all day - we go hard! Motherfucker! [Cam'Ron] Yo, I leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie Fuck the dick-suckin-ass nigga male groupies Diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance I'm cookin up coke, loo |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
This is what you're tellin me, okay It all comes down to this huh? Okay This is what you fuckin tellin me? That this is it? Okay (GRRRRRRRRRR) How many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled Since you ain't got nuttin else to do but get killed Been a fiend every since I found out how a slaughter taste Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on Collect my dough, make the fuckin hit and I'm gone I ain't never gots to worry about the aim Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain BLAOW! One mo' time for good luck - for what?! He was already dead, what the fuck?! I be, breakin my shit up OFF in a nigga When I don't see, nuttin but SOFT in a nigga Fuckin coward, I wonder how it - feels To have to look at your moms - squeal, after I hit her with the steel Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up Believe whoever I hit up, will never get up Tell me, how it's goin down nigga If I'm bein a fuckin clown nigga (yeah) Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep a toast real close In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat that'll make any nigga, become a meal for the fuckin rats There won't be nuttin left of money but a soupbone Big Motherfuckin DMX from the group home [Chorus: DMX] Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk [Eve] Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself I was gon |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
uhh..
DMX, Sisqo Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga? Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin? What these bitches want from a nigga? HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Break em off, some.. 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)" *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?) 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) * Repeat 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 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 * Repeat(x2) |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
aiy yo ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat nigga i ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz fuck is y'all niggaz y'all niggaz just thinkin i'm sittin around doin nothin oh my god y'all niggaz can't be serious where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that man cats don't know what it's gonna be fuckin with a nigga like me d to the m to the x last i heard y'all niggaz was havin sex with the same sex i show no love to homo thugs empty out how you gonna explain fuckin a man even if we squashed the beef i ain't touchin ya hand i don't buck with chumps for those to been to jail that's the cat with the kool aid on his lips and pumps i don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads only know how to be one way that's the dog i know how to get down know how to bite bark very little but i know how to fight i know how to chase a cat up in the tree man i give y'all niggaz the b'iness for fuckin wit me is you crazy where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that once a song i come though guns is drawn blam blam lungs are gone sons will mourn from dusk till dawn nighttime belongs to the dog on the street passed midnight look for 'em in the morgue don't play with these cats 'cause i ain't got nothin to say to these cat for the mothers that really do love em please pray for these cats 'cause i know niggaz is hardheaded but i ain't got the patience don't want me havin no patience turn into more patience more trips to icu 'cause i see you tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do where my dogs at right here see them niggaz right where get em boy right there that's how we do aiight then this is for my dogs this is for my dogs yo where we at baby creepin through the fog from then till now don't ask me how know that we gon roll like them niggaz and hit every block on the job where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that i get tapes doin times stop niggaz like grapes makin wine five cd's with mad rhymes don't hit me with that positive shit i know you lyin you really wanna stop niggaz from dyin stop niggaz from tryin i 'cause i ain't really got that time to waste and i thought i told you to get these fuckin bums out my face lookin atchu in your grill i might be nice to cut once i split ya ass in two you'll be twice as butt yeah you right i know ya style pussy 'cause i'm fuckin it since we all right here you hold my dick while he suckin it motherfucker don't you know you'll never come near me shove ya head up ya ass have you seein shit clearly never heard that d be runnin 'cause d be gunnin i beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me comin empty clips and shells are what i leave behind and if they get me with the joint they hit me with a three to nine where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that where the hood where the hood where the hood at have that nigga in the cut where the wood at oh them niggaz actin up where the wolves at you better bust that if you gon pull that where the fuckin hood at no ones' fuckin with me nigga i am the hood i am the streets you bitch ass nigga take it how you want motherfucker i'm in the hood all day i think i'm like the only nigga dog that can go to the projects school street home of the brave yeah nigga ask niggaz on yo my projects yo when the last time they seen dog not too long ago baby dee waah ugh y'all niggaz is homeless kato where the hood at |
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from Westwood (2003)
Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit, is mine Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game Fuck what you heard It's what you hearin It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) [Verse 1] X gon give it to ya Fuck waitin for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel Go hard gettin busy wit it But I got such a good heart That I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again Cuz I am right so I gots to win Break bread wit the enemy But no matter how many cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin me You motherfuckers never wanted nothin But your life saved, BITCH, and that's for the light day I'm gettin down, down Like a nigga said freeze But won't be the one endin up on his knees Bitch please, If the only thing you cats did was came out to play Stay out my way, motherfucker [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, DON'T LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 2] Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you Whatever, whenever Nigga fuck you gon do? I'm a wolf in sheep clothing Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears I put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see nigga! [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 3] Aiiyo where my niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love and they give it back Talk too much for too long (What?!) Don't give up your too strong (What?!) Dog to da wild wild hunniez Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo Fo real [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Twice] |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[DMX] Arf arf Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit, is mine Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game Fuck what you heard It's what you hearin It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) [Verse 1] X gon give it to ya Fuck wait for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel Go hard gettin busy wit it But I got such a good heart I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again Cuz I am right so I gots to win Break break wit the enemy But no matter how many cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin me You motherfucker never wanted nothin But your wife said, that's for the light day I'm gettin down, down Make it say freeze But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo) Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play Get out my way [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya (Repeat Once) [Verse 2] Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you Whatever, whenever What the fuck you gon do? I'm a wool fin sheep clothing Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years Wanna fight me? Fight these tears I put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya (Repeat Once) [Verse 3] Aiiyo where my niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love and they give it back Talk to much for to long Don't give up your to strong (What?!) A dog to bow bow hug it Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya (Repeat Twice) |
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from DMX - Grand Champ (2003)
Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit, is mine, motherfuckers It's not, a fuckin', game Fuck what you heard It's what you hearin' It's what you hearin' (Listen) It's what you hearin' (Listen) It's what you hearin' (Listen) X gon' give it to ya Fuck waitin' for you to get it on your own, X gon' deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door it's real With the non-stop pop-pop, from stainless steel Go hard gettin' busy wit it But I got such a good heart, that I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right, and I'll do it again 'Cause I am right, so I gots to win Break bread with the enemy No matter how many cats I break bread with, I'll break who you sendin' me You motherfuckers never wanted nothin' but your life saved, (Bitch) and that's for the light day I'm gettin down, down Make it nigga said freeze But won't be the one endin' up on his knees Bitch Please, If the only thing you cats did was came out to play Stay out my way Motherfucker First we gonna, rock, then we gonna, roll Then we let it POP, DONT LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 2] Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you Whatever, whenever What the fuck you gon do? I'm a Wolf in Sheeps clothing Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears I put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see Nigga [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK,Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, DONT LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 3] Aiiyo where my Niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love and they give it back Talk to much for to long (What?!) Don't give up your to strong (What?!) Dog to the wow wow hunnies Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo [Chorus: DMX] For First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, DONT LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Twice] |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door 5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8, don't stay up late *1, 2, X is comin' for you 3, 4, better lock your door 5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8, don't stay up late Who's afraid of the dark? Responsible for the murders in the park When I bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste Niggaz wanna see me taste my own medicine Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I took a loss When all I did was shook it off Yeah, you heard me, shook it off Man, if we was up north, niggaz would have been fucked you But then we in the streets, niggaz should haven been stuck you Plucked you like a chicken wit' your head cutoff They'll find you wit' your back open and your legs cutoff And as for your man, don't you ever in your mutherfuckin' life Know when I gotta gun come at me wit' a knife, a'ight? And forgettin' you ever saw me is the best thing to do Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you *Repeat (x2) You got yourself in a predicament, that you can't get out of You already in some shit, but it's about to get hotter Fuckin' wit' a, nigga like you, runnin' your mouth Will, have that same nigga like you, gun in your mouth But won't be like the last time when you run in the house 'Cuz I ain't knockin' on the door I'm comin in the house and I'm gunnin' for your spouse Tryin' to send the bitch back to her maker And if you got a daughter older then 15, I'ma rape her Take her on the living room floor, right there in front of you Then ask you seriously, whatchu wanna do? Frustratin', isn't it? When they kill me, but I'ma kill you Now watch me fuck just a lil' while longer, please, will you? This is revenge, no time before you die And despite how much I hate to see a grown man cry I'ma make you suffer, see your ass in hell, motherfucker Click, BOOM, BOOM See your ass in hell *Repeat (x2) When I speak you better listen The harder it gets, the more follows And I'm hittin' 'em wit' shit that they can't all swallow I keep my slugs hollow, keep families with sorrow Keep motherfuckers like you, not seein' tomorrow I will borrow a gun, then run 'til I catch you Let you slip up, just once, then I'ma wet you Stretch you out like a limousine 'Cuz where I catch you is where I catch you That's what killin' means Fuck whoever's standin' there when you get what you got comin' 'Cuz once I hit you in your head, the witnesses start runnin' Niggaz started somethin', but they chose not to finish it So I'ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cuz I'ma winner, shit Fuck it yo, let's end this shit, I don't need the plaques And I ain't a DJ, nigga, so I don't need the wax Gimme slugs from my gats Gimme hoods from my rats Gimme wood from my bats Then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real *Repeat (x2) Chorus fade to kids voices ...late (echoed and faded to end) |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-10-23
Subject : DMX - Grand Champ (Def Jam,2003)
