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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 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 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 - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Uhh
Swiss beats (Uhh uhh) Nigga, ryde or die (uhh uhh uhh) DMX what what (uhh uhh uhh) Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow Ain't no way ya niggaz you just don't know But niggaz is about to go oh no oh no Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine Ain't n |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Featuring Lox Jay! Fuck that This is it right here baby! You know what it is YoI used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck Double R T with the matchin bandana 38 snub blue steel with no ha |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Ughhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Come on Ugghhh
Ahhhhh but they don't hear me though I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked the corpse I'm a nasty nigga when you pass me nigga look me in my eye tell me to my fuc |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Featuring Mary J. Blige] Believe mewhen I say Before lightthere was dark Where you goingwhere you going? Where you goingwhere you going? Where you going? If I don't know where I'm coming from Where would I go? |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Gotta have that.....uh,uh,uh
chours: I will rob and steal witcha' , dog nigga what ride till we die, on till it's up thick like blood, where's my dogs ,uh, there's my dogs (1x)Now who I am is who I'll be until I die either accept it or don't fuc |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!! *Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood All my niggaz get down like what *Repeat My dogs is dogs, with official bloodlines I say "Stop Being Greedy," get a plate if you want mine Why do niggaz always force you take it back to the streets? (c'mon!) Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat? (uh-huh) Motherfuckers think it's sweet until you get yo' chest messed up (uhh) Two days later he's dressed up -- let him rest up (WHAT?) He ain't goin nowhere, no time soon Remember "High Noon"? Last thing he heard was BOOM! (boom!) Can I get some room or do I gots to, make me a path? (uhh, uhh) Break you in half -- fake niggaz make me laugh (uhh) Y'all niggaz is funny, still talkin bout money and ain't got none -- get the shotgun cause you hungry (woo) It's about to get ugly when the, lights is out One, two, three -- hoe that's three strikes you out! (uhh) His knife was out -- I think they found it still in his hand He in a bag, and I'm over here, killin his man! (c'mon!) *Repeat (x2) I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong (uhh) And I'm startin to get that same feelin that kept me wrong (uh-huh) Can't afford to trust niggaz cause niggaz lust figures (UHH) Plus niggaz is scared to bust niggaz, rush niggaz (WHAT?) Duelin with the heat, and ain't killin nuttin but time Fuckin with the street, but you ain't feelin nuttin but mine (c'mon!) Tired of hearin niggaz rhyme that don't say shit (c'mon!) Fuck is on them niggaz minds, why don't they quit? (c'mon!) Suckin my dick lookin for somethin new (UH) Let your man hold somethin witcho' hold somethin crew (UH) You know how niggaz do -- we don't forget SHIT If you was there when it's thin then you there when it's thick (c'mon!) No hitchhikers, fuck that, the Ryde was Ruff (WHAT?) And every nigga that was wit us, that died was Ruff (WHAT?) A lot of niggaz that are wit us, ain't cried enough (WHAT?) So now when niggaz come and get us, we fires em up! (c'mon!) *Repeat (x2) Mother..fuckers, thought that the, X would stop But I got niggaz like, "Yo, who's the next to drop?" From his camp, get the stamp, grand champ, it's official Think when you die how many's gon' miss you (c'mon!) Lean over in your casket and kiss you (UH) Send you on your way with a blessin; and pray that another learned a lesson Smith and Wessun ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow (WHAT?) (Gave it to him full blast?) Nah dog, just a little Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves (uh-huh) I'll murder, ten of you fools before you're ready to choose (uh-huh) You either, win or you lose, and I, love to win Even if it means I gotta shed blood again (c'mon!) Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me Really thought that what you said would either, make me or break me? (WHAT?) Knowin it don't take me, long to write Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another, song tonight! (c'mon!) *Repeat (x2) |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Heat
Uh yeah yeah [gunshots] Uh...grrrrrrrrr...uh...hot! Uh..arf arf arf.. The heat is on Are y'all really ready to fly The heat is on Are y'all really ready to die The heat is oonnnnn Have your mother ready to cry The heat is on high The heat is on, you know what's my next move Do I stick with the score, or get with the door Feds got the drop in the back of the Uhaul Snipers on the roof chance of getting away too small Tell'em like this look, it's gonna be a shoot out Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck If I don't see you again peace Let's handle our business with these government police You and you go out the front you take the back You cover the first two and I'll take the sack Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan Now it's three niggaz, splitin' four hundred grand (aight) We all feel the loss but enjoy the profit The game is the same and nothin gonna stop it Most times you make it one time you won't All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat (come on) Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand For a scam they don't get the condo in the sand And chances of gettin' caught slim next to none Now we like three deep need that extra gun Bump into my man, I remember from up North I remember he had principles and wasn't nothin soft Off with disgust just was slow and dizzy Everybody got it aight let's get busy Run up in the bank bitch (woman screams)hit the deck Yo bust money,and get the keys off his neck (come here) We on the clock, three mintues until we finished Feds are on the way, but I'm tryin to see spinach In and out duffle bag across the back Extra large sports coat to cover up the mack Feds they attack, I spit lead out niggaz spread out Run up on a civilian in his car, made him get out High speed chasin, racin through the streets Death's in the air, I can taste it through the heat My partner's goin' fast I don't think he's gonna last And if he don't, I'ma hit his wife with his half But that's the type of nigga I am this ain't just rappin I made it, he didn't but ain't shit happens What can I do, but go on livin' Fleein' from the condo, I go on a ribbon Life goes on, that might sound wrong but heeyyy We all live by the rules of the game we play Day to day, death is a possibility The way I play is a fist stops you from killin' me It's too hot to be in the heat cuz it's on Too hot to be in the streets so I'm gone Go back to being discreet live long Til one day, either me or the heat is gone Come On! |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
It's All Good
Love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? I love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? Love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? I love my niggaz, but where's my bitches? It's all good, it's alright Fuck all day, fuck all night Call my bitches, ca |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
What y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggaz is ready to start this war that's for sure Nigga come and get it Ride and die why Cause my niggaz is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even half way there |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
"My Niggas"
Just cause I love my niggas, (Ruff Ryders) I shed blood for my niggas. (Ryde or die) Let a nigga holla, "Where my niggas?" (Get down or lay down) All I wanna hear is, "Right here my niggas" (We here nigga) You won't take this from me baby! You will not take this from me baby! Ya know grrrrr My niggas some niggas that you don't wanna try My niggas some niggas that's really do or die My niggas will have you cowards ready to cry My niggas will fry my niggas will rob My niggas keep niggas on they fuckin' job My niggas know what it's like when shit gettin' hard My niggas stay pullin' you other niggas cards My niggas It's God my niggas we'll shine My niggas just knew it was a matter of time My niggas let me know to keep fuckin' with the rhymes My niggas ain't no longer livin' with crime My niggas is fine my niggas is good My niggas keep you niggas knocking on wood My niggas know how to take it back to the hood My niggas will put you down right where you stood My niggas they could my niggas they will My niggas take you straight to the back & get ill My niggas give it straight to the bank when we kill My niggas put niggas on ice til they chill My niggas is still my niggas is dogs my niggas [echoes] |
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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 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, whatAin'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 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? 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!) [DMX] 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! 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 Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Yo whatz up wit this PacMan nigga yo whatz up (man2):Yo right there Yo hold up,hold up yo Pacman yo pacman (pacman):Yo you know me money yo I don't know you an all that shit but whatz up wit this pacman shit (pacman):what you mean wh |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Please give me the strength I need to live... Bear with me Amen We each walk the paththat we've chosen I'm ready to meet him We're I'm living ain't right Black hate white White hate black It's right back To the same fight They got us suspe |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive well that's to find meaning in the suffering. Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
(You, right here shorty, told you, I got you
Like the way I scooped you, when those fagget niggaz shot you? I'ma hold you down, and I mean that, for real) But everytime you beef with a nigga, I end up havin' to kill (Ain't like that, and hey, forget about them 2 kids 'Bout to do a deal, somethin' nice as you is) Oh you think (Nah, I'm just playin', what's up? I got some new bitches, I know you tryin' to fuck) Not really (What? I ain't your man no more? Because a nigga, don't need a hand no more? You know how we do, if one goes sore You'll take the pussy and go up in the roar) It's like now Where you goin' I ain't trying to take it Fuckin' with a nigga like you, I won't make it (It'll be what it is) Yo, you in for the night? I'm 'bout to take it to the crib (You get home alright?) The snake The rat The cat and the dog How you gonna live When you're in the fog? Yo I ain't fuckin' with this nigga, no more Word to my mother Fuck 'em, so ya know 'em for sure Word to my brother It's like he's gotten worse than before Son of I wonder What type of dirt this nigga got in store for me to get under Then I get a call Yo! (X, Luis just killed your cousin, underneath the projects Don't get back, them niggaz will pay, then I got you, told you I got you Yo, I got you) I'm in a catch 22 But them niggaz gotta pay But I know he's gonna be askin' for a favor one day But fuck it I ain't got no choice in the matter Them faggets killed my peep And I wanna see him splatter (That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, we ain't on no bitch hit And use the same gun that you killed them 2 kids with Is that hard to live with?) Nah (See, you still a playa) But what you want from me? (Uh...I'll tell you later) Shit is all over the news Bomb goes off in central What the fuck have I gotten myself into? My mental is like Get the fuck outta there I'm out (Hey, goin' somewhere?) Nah (What the bag for?) Fuck it, what you want? (Can a nigga come inside for a minute, and puff a blunt?) Here we go again (After what I just gave you, with you actin' like that when you asked for that favor) Yo, I ain't ask you for shit (Oh yes you did, when you really needed something, and you was out, you did You sold me your soul, when you didn't say no Just let a nigga go, and give me what you owe Fuck what you think, ain't shit for free And a mothafucker you know, can't defeat me) Forgive me father, for I have sinned And with your help I know, the devil won't win Here we are on our way to hell We're gonna do it, and we do it well This is Marilyn Manson, Dmx, Ruff Ryders |
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from Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood (1999)
Uhh used to be my dog you was in my left titty
Scream RYDE OR DIE I thought you would die wit me Found out you a bitch you can't even ryde wit me Now it's a war you ain't on the side wit me When it rain, niggaz get wet, stay dry Don't cross me, I compete the snake eye Just lost you, left your shadow in the dark Fucked around it forced me to hit the shadow with a spark Blew your shit apart, now it's two halves of one nigga "Look at him", I said after a few laughs, "Dumb nigga Stupid is as stupid does cocksucker And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker I let you get too close and you bit me I suppose it went on for too long you tried to hit me Thought you was wit me Well you might as well forget me, cuz from this point on It's war, it won't stop until one of us is gone I'm still mad at myself for lettin that shit go down Somebody shoulda told me I was fuckin wit a clown And I think they found and let.. you.. nigga.. drown ....you know how shit get around Aiyyo X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz ain't your dogs Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor Ben seen the foul shit put the guns in him Lil wanna be you so why you run wit him Can't trust niggaz no further than you can throw 'em You don't wanna murder the niggaz, then you blow 'em Your using your style, that make 'em yo child Then he shouldn't make a move till he hear it from yo mouth We don't allow snakes runnin wit dogs Tell them ain't nothing like a funeral it's gonna be yours Double R, and I ain't here to start trouble god But if they wasn't your niggaz I would have been hit 'em hard Niggaz look like they phony, sound like they phony Run around actin like motherfucker's homies We all make mistakes, that's part of the breaks But you can still call the apes we bringin the duct tape And the broomstick them bitch-ass niggaz is gettin raped Know how we ryde, whoever on they side they die And we ain't tryin to be blind,fuck eye for eye Cuz we only takin yours, you know the dogs motherfucker There was always something there, but I just couldn't touch it Wasn't something that would hurt me, so a nigga said "Fuck it" I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride And now that you done killed it, I'm glad that it died It's aiight, I know where you live, I'm just waitin Till we knock on your front door, and let you meet Satan It's what you get for hatin, fuck you faggot I never did trust you faggot, I'll bust you faggot What you done forgot about the streets is this Do a grimy nigga like you do a grimy bitch Just stop fuckin wit him, got no more rap No more, "Yo what's up, D?" no more that Be lucky if I don't spit in your face, off a GP And what? bitch-ass nigga, you can't beat me Don't take it as a loss, just take it as a lesson Next time think twice or get iced wit the Wessun NIGGA |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Just cause I love my niggas, (Ruff Ryders)
I shed blood for my niggas. (Ryde or die) Let a nigga holla, "Where my niggas?" (Get down or lay down) All I wanna hear is, "Right here my niggas." (We here nigga) <echoes> You won't take this from me baby! You will not take this from me baby! Ya know grrrrr My niggas some niggas that you don't wanna try My niggas some niggas that's really do or die My niggas will have you cowards ready to cry My niggas will fry my niggas will rob My niggas keep niggas on they fuckin' job My niggas know what it's like when shit gettin' hard My niggas stay pullin' you other niggas cards My niggas It's God my niggas we'll shine My niggas just knew it was a matter of time My niggas let me know to keep fuckin' with the rhymes My niggas ain't no longer livin' with crime My niggas is fine my niggas is good My niggas keep you niggas knocking on wood My niggas know how to take it back to the hood My niggas will put you down right where you stood My niggas they could my niggas they will My niggas take you straight to the back & get ill My niggas give it straight to the bank when we kill My niggas put niggas on ice til they chill My niggas is still my niggas is dogs my niggas (echoes) |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Kid: yo, yo, let me hit that. Let me hit that yo.
DMX: yo what's up shorty? Here. Kid: yo. DMX: yeah? Kid: yo man I'm tryin to get this money man. DMX: but dog you gotta think about loyalty first, ya know what I'm sayin? You got loyalty, money will come. Ya know what I'm sayin, keep it real with ya niggaz. Kid: na, na, f**k that man, I'm tryin to eat yo, f**k them yo. I'm ready to do anything for this money man. Do shit by myself, do anything for this money. DMX: give me my motherf**kin blunt back. You got a lot to learn dog. |
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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 - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
DMX with Regina Bell (Harmonizing and singing)
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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him 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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him 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 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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him 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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him 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 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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him 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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him My Lord, my savior, don't judge my behavior 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 it, then they can too With the Lord behind us, there ain't nothin' that we can't do 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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him 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 'Cause you're alright with him I said you're alright with him 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's gonna be alright Yeah yeah, yes it is |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Hey Mimi
Word? {*dogs barking*} Get em boy.. get em boy! Get em boy! Get em boy! Boyyyyyyy! ("There's nothin you can do..." *repeats in background*) *X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin for ya Cause X is comin' for ya Run, hide, duck, duck We don't give a fuck, fuck (x2) Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five times Turn out the lights (WHAT?) then I done crooked nine lives Don't get scared now nigga, finish it cause you started it Watch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon) Nigga, where yo' heart at? Tell me what you made of Already lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid of We both know you pussy, but I ain't gonna say nuttin Just hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uhh) I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what?) Plus, give the Feds a real good place to point (what?) and laced the joint, I ain't gonna front I had my hands full Glad to be alive, but you like, that's that bull (grrrrr) But now you know, what you get, when you fuckin wit cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit Duckin shit, til that headpiece gets BLAZED Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave Its over, at least for you it is It don't think the coroner, to see how true it is I knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screamin IT WAS ALL FOR THE MONEY, while I'm hittin and splittin him down from his nose to his nuts (what?) Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?) Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh) And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr) * Repeat My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry That nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his ass Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?) Another nigga split; there go white meat - another nigga takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet (c'mon) That's what you get for tryin to take it there (uhh) But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth you cryin bout let's make it fair (uhh) Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh) When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh- huh) Part of the game is niggaz wanna become fam-ous and doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh) I want house money, Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money I ain't laughin, but yo it's mad funny (c'mon) I used to talk about that shit you got but you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot! Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz from Israel Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel? knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo' eyes and see a bitch Wasn't surprised to see a switch (c'mon) Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I'ma smack his man (uhh) Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggaz I'd rather be eatin of a plate with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?) Cause I done took about as much I can stand A nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse (WHAT?) that says, the reward for bein real, is a hearse before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did (uhh) catches up and get you right when you thought you slid It's gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk, for real * Repeat |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
F/ the lox, mase
[sheek] Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with holes up in skyscrapers In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers New york city, know only way to play is gritty I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 My whole commity like to puff l's and look jiggy Who wan' test this? my semi leave you chestless And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young, but I done did shit that you won't do So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? protectin you? But they'll murder you, playa Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis [mase] Ayo, mase and the lox We takin knots from the out of state spots Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot You don't really wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye The rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and, have a explanation You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum Then I'm puttin two in em You can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent Chorus(x2): [styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it [dmx] Niggaz done started somethin [styles] You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it [dmx] Niggaz done started somethin [jadakiss] Yo, check out the kid that get coke like sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the costa Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my army Whenever the lox find rippy blocks, we kill em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like ramello's pops from sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face We started from the bottom You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever We can do it at the garden Word life, this shit is real big I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty [styles] I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy Official lock family, grants niggaz handin me I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like pesci And if rap was hockey, I be gretzky, puffin nestle Any ya niggaz done started somethin Actin invincible like you God or somethin If you god, then i'ma makes a lot til you rot And if you a playa, then play for everything you got And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark Chorus [dmx] Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood A positive I'd is impossible, so you know John doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen So you got whatchu came for [sheek] What's that? [dmx] Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets Cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz That come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz And scary niggaz get it all the time Cause what they got is all of mine |
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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 - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it
Uhh.. grrrrrr.. what the fuck have they done? Arf! Arf! *Now don't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) Nigga don't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) Aiyyo I got a mean flow that'll drown niggaz, put down niggaz Can't stand to be around niggaz if they clown niggaz How many times must I break the same niggaz off somethin dumb so we know, where the fuck I'm comin from? Gun and ones, watch a black nigga turn purple with this fo'-pound, I bust mo' rounds, in the circle The nigga that tried is the same nigga that fried So he'll never rest in peace cause of the way that he died I'm Evil, like Kneival, faggot I'll leave you like I shoulda did your peoples before they could conceive you How's a buck-fifty sound, for a quick ass cut? Here's a flasback, I fuckin blow your bitch-ass up And it's no problem, handlin a nigga with a death wish Leave him breatheless, and hit his wife with a dead fish Must I show this nigga, I can throw this nigga, I'll blow this nigga You can get it too, because you know this nigga * Repeat I get pumped, just like a bodybuilder And it's been more than a couple of times my pump shottie spilt a nigga's guts on the door, because he wanted more than he could stand, now him and his man is on the floor That's what you get for talkin shit you shouldn'ta got me started You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin, but you got it I shit on niggaz like a toilet, cause all it, takes is a second for it to get hectic so call it How you want it? Punk bitch talkin junk bitch Fuck around and you'll be found in a trunk bitch Niggaz is off-brand like no frills And I got mo' skills to show my fo' kills, my fuckin fo' thrills Got some cold shit, have you like - "Oh shit!" Don't laugh money When I'm done with this nigga, I'm gettin in yo' shit Break niggaz, especially fake niggaz over dumb shit with one hit, watch the dum-dum split this bum's shit * Repeat Fuckin see some cats thinkin the worst Dumb cats, them cats sleep in a hearse Where yo' guns at? Run that, see a nigga thirst Been there, done that, and did it first Nigga can't tell me shit about this And I keep somethin that'll hit if I miss One thing a nigga stay with is hot shit Got this, what you cats want? Not this I constantly gots to remind young niggaz Uh-uhh, don't do that, some niggaz think cause I ain't killed a nigga this week that shit is sweet Fuck around, you'll be dead in the street Red with a sheet, over the corpse Shit is deep, so I shed a tear, over the loss If you creep, then you niggaz'll roll with the force Shoulda paid that money that you owed to the boss * Repeat Uh-huh Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it Please heh, for your sake, hehehe Y'know? C'mon! |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Uh-huh (Y'KNOW?)
.. ARF! Uhh.. Take it for what it's worth, my birth was a blessing Sent to live and die, on earth as a lesson We each have a star, all we have to do is find it Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded (WHAT?) They'll tell you that you're bright, and say you have a future When you turn your back, same cats'll try to shoot ya Niggaz ain't shit, I can live on both sides of the fence Forget what you do, when you talk, see what you really meant (aight?) That's what I thought, them niggaz was bluffin (uh) They talk all day but say, nothin (uh) It gets so dark (what?) the pain's so intense Since this first rain it's like it's rained ever since (WHAT?) Never got paid for a rhyme but I flow (whoo) Never got a plate on time but I grow (whoo) Live your life, STAY on the line but I go (UHH) Went from doin crime to bein kind cause I know *I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry Shit I tell y'all niggaz straight cause I'm never gon' lie (x2) What is about who I am that makes me unforgettable (HMM) What it is about what I've done that makes it so incredible (uhh) "More money, more problems" -- well the fame was worse (uh-huh) I reached out for love and what came back was thirst (WHAT?) Blessed with the curse (uh) niggaz don't hear me Niggaz don't hear me, Y'ALL NIGGAZ, don't hear me (uh) What'd I just say? "Niggaz don't hear you!" See that? You gots to FEEL ME to catch what I'm sayin, BELIEVE THAT (UHH!) But leave that, alone (WHAT?) We gon' make a nigga wanna be at, your home (WHAT?) Oh you kinda quiet with the heat at, your dome (UHH!) If the dog got he's gonna bring back a bone cause we got the chrome (C'MON!) This is what I live for, or die for I'm the nigga with the high score, you try for What you niggaz wanna lie for? It changes nothin I'm true for cats, yet some strangers bluffin * Repeat Now if I take what he gave me and I, use it right (uh-huh) In other words if I listen and, use the light (uh-huh) Then what I say will remain here, after I'm gone Still here, on the strength of a song, I live on (HMM) No second-guessin on what I stood for, I was good for stoppin niggaz from killin each other in the hood war (UHH) Comin through showin love, throwin up (UHH) Them cats not throwin love, you know whassup (WHAT?) Dark Man baby, that's my name and I gots to be the realest nigga (UHH) up in this game Cause ain't no shame, they don't make em like, this no more Real to the core, big heart but built for war I stand for what I believe in Even if what I believe in stops me from breathin Relatives grievin, but I ain't went nowhere Listen to the song (C'MON) I'm right there * Repeat |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Why do good girls
like bad guys Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo who would ever think that the two would go good Midtown honey nigga from the hood But knock on wood I got this bitch excuse me She don't like to be called a bitch try not to lose The rules we go by where I'm from she don't know When I say I'm goin around the way she won't go c'mon baby you aight with me Tryin to get you to spend the whole night with me uhh that's why I like her Couldn't treat like her a hoodrat didn' bite her Turn a church girl to a straight ruff ryder Take her to the ramada make it an all nighter Fuckin with me I have you in the back of the chevelle Like what hittin it raw dogg in the butt You was good this mornin but tonight you a slut Why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo i'm diggin you cause you make me wanna do All them things I was taught I wasn't supposed to I'm secure keep it tight while you on tour you fuckin wit a dog that's why I'm feelin you more Attractive to me wit yo' tactics Hit it like ahhh make me backflip you been tryin to act rich that's why I taxed you And I just got married hell but I ain't even ask you I'm just tellin you cause nowadays bitches be flippin One more bitch I'm skippin damn girl Cause you be actin like listen I ain't always talkin money But I will keep you wit a smile and walkin funny So what's it gon' be yo what you mean what to do You want the nigga wit the slacks or the jeans and the boots You wanna be safe or be laced 'cause you can be replaced Yeah you can be erased don't get slapped babyface like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Man I got shorty stayin out late well i keep him wit a cut and his nails stay clean at least I get a nut And I got honey rebellin and I stopped him from sellin I be gettin away with murder right shit I ain't tellin Straight out the hood yeah nigga you get mushy I got honey suckin dick and I got you eatin pussy I can be good in a bad way I can be bad in a good way Girl you ain't the same dog that's what them rats in the hood say Or would say if you was around them more often I got honey smokin weed it be havin me coughin She keep the dog on the leash when we walk in the streets And if y'all think it's sweet then the dog's off the leash I don't want no drama wit no baby's mama I might be a good girl but I keeps the armor Girl you off the hook but at least now I know why Good girls like bad guys Why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Hey yo boo why do like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies dog niggaz Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Why do good girls what what what like bad guys Uhh uhh |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Same old shit dog, just a different day
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play IT IS NOT, A FUCKING GAME! A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do If it's fuck me nigga, you know it's fuck you I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand (uhh) Hit him with work, cause yo, that's my little man (uh-huh) He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him (yeh) So when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him (aight) Never told him nuttin wrong, kept it fair Didn't listen, so I might as well have been talkin to the air (damn) Everybody makes mistakes, a mistake is aight But if it ain't, I'ma tell you straight, time to say goodnight Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship but shorty's fuckin up big time, I HATE THIS SHIT I'm caught in the middle of, havin love for a lil nigga knowin what's expected of me as a, real nigga (damn) My next move is crucial, what do I do? How do I keep it real with shorty in my crew? Didn't want to kill him, so instead of puttin the Mac on him I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him (aight?) *Here we go again.. Same old shit dog, just a different day Here we go again.. You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play Here we go again.. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Here we go again.. So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you Niggaz that I fuck wit, wanna get him dead But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man but I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand (ooh) Go about your business (uh-huh) do what you gonna do (uh) Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through (aight?) I can forgive I just can't forget You're on your own lil' man don't ask me for shit (no) If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good (uhh) If I see you again, GET IT, understood? Go 'head before I change my mind cause you know you should be dead "I just wanted to say --" AIGHT?!!!! GO 'HEAD! Instinct told me to kill him but the saviour is I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor (hmm) But I also knew, the decision I just made (yeah) went against the rules of the game that we played (damn) * Repeat I should have, followed my first instinct, cause I knew Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do Now this nigga's fuckin with the competition (WHAT?) Ungrateful motherfucker, shoulda got him missin (WHAT?) This nigga got the nerve, to take my kindness, for a weakness Gotsta get back on some street shit so I can creep this rat, when I act, take one, set him up, to take two get him there, take three, get him done Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him {*barrel spins*} BZZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them Feelin lucky? CLICK, looks like you are CLICK CLICK CLICK, luck ain't goin too far What you did was put on another pair of shoes and they just happened to be too big What you did was stupid (damn) real fuckin stupid (aight?) Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do? Threw it back in my fuckin face so FUCK YOU TOO *BLAM* aight? * Repeat (x2) |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr..
mm.. *I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh I gots to take a block and make it boom {*BOOM*} I take the car and hit it with this boom Now come on, let's get that money! It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated I hate it, seein crab niggaz that made it And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth? Not in New York, cause niggaz talk about goin out of state Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew Niggaz that ain't never had, and doin bad Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad Grab your bags, it's about to go down We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down * Repeat 2X I gots to make a move and make it soon Gots to take a block and make it boom we comin through so make some room Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up The purple top ?thirty-five smalls a ring of games? but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's I send two niggaz back up top, and come back we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop It's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six then I don't trust ya And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollars Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!") You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow and fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo' * Repeat 2X I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich and a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin and we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts and when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff But I ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit Ain't tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun Got bitches to transport without an escort I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why nigga?) Cause I'm a hustlin motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down * Repeat 2X |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
More to a niggaz life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know And if you think you know then I don't think you know Niggaz walk around frontin (frontin) talkin bout jewels (jewels) how much you bust tools y'all niggaz sounds like fools (woo) Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost? (mm-hmm) How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost (aight) If you flashin it, you must not want it See I fuck with real niggaz that done it You know what time it is, run it! Niggaz got more important shit to deal with Talkin about some 4 wheel shit but my man here is about to kill shit (UH!) Keep playin niggaz pussy, and you will get fucked Why don't you cop some more ice dog; then you will get stuck and fucked Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street and see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo) It want be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the shitty life (aight?) Ain't a fuckin thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care Niggaz walk around frontin (frontin) talkin bout jewels (jewels) how much you bust tools y'all niggaz sounds like fools (woo) Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost? (mm-hmm) How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost (aight) If you flashin it, you must not want it See I fuck with real niggaz that done it You know what time it is, run it! Niggaz got more important shit to deal with Talkin about some 4 wheel shit but my man here is about to kill shit (UH!) Keep playin niggaz pussy, and you will get fucked Why don't you cop some more ice dog; then you will get stuck and fucked Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street and see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo) It want be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the shitty life (aight?) Ain't a fuckin thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care Born and raisesd in the projects and can't forget it And all that grimmy shit niggaz do, I done did it (uhh) And I'm still wit it, nigga I stay in the hood But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood You keep bringin them fake bitches through You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (WHAT?) We take bitches too (aight?) An if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last stop We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box (c'mon!) Big ass rocks, I want that! Fuck the blood All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?" Flossin yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit? (uhh, uhh) Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do For me them niggaz'll hide you, where nobody'll find you If you eatin motherfucker, then your dogs should be eatin too Not just four or five niggaz Cause you know what the streets'll do Born and raisesd in the projects and can't forget it And all that grimmy shit niggaz do, I done did it (uhh) And I'm still wit it, nigga I stay in the hood But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood You keep bringin them fake bitches through You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (WHAT?) We take bitches too (aight?) An if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last stop We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box (c'mon!) Big ass rocks, I want that! Fuck the blood All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?" Flossin yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit? (uhh, uhh) Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do For me them niggaz'll hide you, where nobody'll find you If you eatin motherfucker, then your dogs should be eatin too Not just four or five niggaz Cause you know what the streets'll do I will be the voice of the street til I die (die) Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly (fly) Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then get it now, cause it's all that's left And this will be the last breath (uh) provokin my niggaz (uh) to start choking y'all niggaz (WHAT?) and smokin y'all niggaz A nigga would never have to say, "X feed me!" You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy!" Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!" Get up, cocksuckin motherfucker, shut up Shut up {*"pop pop"*} Fuck you nigga From the hood to the wood, fuck you nigga This for my dogs, til death do us part I'm still here, cause I been here from the start (aight?) If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly (WHAT?) The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me (grrrrrrrrr) I will be the voice of the street til I die (die) Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly (fly) Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then get it now, cause it's all that's left And this will be the last breath (uh) provokin my niggaz (uh) to start choking y'all niggaz (WHAT?) and smokin y'all niggaz A nigga would never have to say, "X feed me!" You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy!" Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!" Get up, cocksuckin motherfucker, shut up Shut up {*"pop pop"*} Fuck you nigga From the hood to the wood, fuck you nigga This for my dogs, til death do us part I'm still here, cause I been here from the start (aight?) If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly (WHAT?) The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me (grrrrrrrrr) Dog.. Jewelry and clothes.. Money and hoes.. Think you know? I don't think you know |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Uhh.. this is life (this is life)
This is what I know (this what I know) So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life) *One more road to cross One more risk to take Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there," but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North and you out a week later? That's bullshit! I bust off, I need this dough Fuck you think I'm here for my health? I need this wealth, because I feed myself You play with my life, when you play with my money Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny * Repeat Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask for the dough they know that we takin all three bags Now see that? You gotta hear em shoot that nigga Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga Hardhead motherfuckers always get it I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans Couldn't control what was in his hands I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there * Repeat Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs Somethin little becomes somethin major Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt? I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten? I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head * Repeat 2X |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
*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 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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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 Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Let us pray
Lord Jesus it is you, who wakes me up every day And I am forever grateful for your love.. .. this is why I pray You let me touch so many people, and it's all for the good I influenced so many children, I never thought that I would And I couldn't take credit for the love they get because it all comes from you Lord; I'm just the one that's givin it And when it seems like the pressure gets to be too much I take time out and pray, and ask that you be my crutch Lord I am not perfect by a longshot -- I confess to you daily But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me In my heart I mean well, but if you'll help me to grow then what I have in my heart, will begin to show And when I get goin, I'm not lookin back for NOTHIN Cause I will know where I'm headed, cause I'm so tired of the sufferin I stand before you, a weakened version of, your reflection Beggin for direction, for my soul needs resurrection I don't deserve what you've given me, but you never took it from me because I am grateful, and I use it, and I do not, worship money If what you want from me is to bring your children to you my regret is only having one life to do it, instead of two Amen |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
(DMX)
(wispers) Ruff ryders ride or die get down or lay down motha fucka (growls) Get em' boy 3x (barking) Get that mother fucking boy (barking)get em' boy (growls) (barking) Boy!!barking)(Background)Now you got to fight my brotha you want one there you go It is not a fucking game! |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
niggas won't creep these streets with me
cuz you know fuckin what these streets'll be make you wanna...then i'm gonna... cuz i gotta...POP POP, POP, POP i look through the 11th floor window, take one last puff of the indo (what?) look through the scope, and let like ten go break it down, back in the briefcase (uh huh) wipe the sweat off my face so i can leave safe (uh) outside i breathe safe (uh) nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (what?) never even thought of runnin, cuz a nigga plotted (what?) smart niggas get niggas killed for real i know, they make a deal, i'm comin with the steel (aight) it's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uh) stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga, drop you (uh) get rid of all the clothes (uh huh), dump the gun i hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run but i'm on the job and right now there's more niggas that need to be left with a head full of lead, restin easily (woo) and that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use the only excuse i have for what i do is, love of abuse (c'mon!) i can catch you in the very building that you live in (uh) wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight?) now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?) i was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (aight?) i can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh) make a noise, you turn around and i put one in your dome (BOOM!) last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uh) i blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (uh, uh, c'mon!) i could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!) then make a call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb i could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat with some fuckin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet i jump up like jack-in-the-box strangle the shit out yo' ass ehleeh , clean up the mess and, get away from the cops i could be the UPS delivery boy (uh huh) or the man workin at Toys'R'Us handin yo' kid a brand new toy (true) i could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "yo, where the weed at?" (damn) i could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in (uh huh) except that, i don't like to involve, women and children (aight) a nigga got feelings, i just put 'em aside but when it's time for me to do my job, i just ride i don't get much sleep (uh), my soul's tormented (uh) i wish it was a lie but everything i said, i meant it (uh) i know i'm doin wrong and everyday i beg the Lord to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword (uh) shit ain't goin too well, but that's my life i know i'm goin to hell, that's my life sometimes i think, "what will i do, with my life?" kill, nigga, kill, this is my life niggas won't creep these streets wit me cuz you know fuckin wit these..., |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
Yo, yo, yo. Alright, alright.
Get the fuck over here. Don't you know X yo? Fuck you. I know I know you from somewhere. Get the fuck outta here with that X shit. You got X on you, yo. Give me this. Yeah okay. You can have my jacket. You can have it. You can have my jacket. Yo give me the watch motherfucker. No yo don't take my watch from me that was a present to me yo. Shut the fuck up. Okay yo. Alright alright. You can have everything. Give me the boots. Alright you can have my boots. Let me take everyhing off. Okay. What's my name? What's my name? Okay. Don't you know you're proud of this shit? I'm not fucking around. Okay. Please, please. And I fucked your bitch. What? |
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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 - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
DMX] Uhh..
[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo [DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin? [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Break em off, some.. [DMX] Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?) Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH) I fuck with these hoes from a distance The instant they start to catch feelings I start to stealin they shit then I'm out just like a thief in the night I sink my teeth in to bite You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight? Come on ma, you know I got a wife and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?) So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?) I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon) Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)" Chorus: Sisqo What these bitches want from a nigga? What you want.. (what you want) What these bitches want from a nigga? Really want.. What these bitches want from a nigga? I've been keepin you up on it Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it What these bitches want from a nigga? Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me Baby tell me what you want from me! (So what you want?) [DMX] There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay) Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh) Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh) Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn) Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?) Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay) Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh) About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!) Shelley, Bridget, Cathy, Rasheeda (uh-huh) Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!) Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?) Donna, Yolanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?) were all treated fairly but yet and still bitches is on some other shit now that I'm fuckin wit Dru Hill But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) Chorus (w/ minor variations) [DMX] Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH) and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh See now I do the math, I see if you got this and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?) And that's all they fuckin with, but see these bitches don't know If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep [Sisqo - singing over dub chorus] X let me talk to em for a minute Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be a victim of my reality Heard you callin me names, said I was trife One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs) |
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from Dmx - ...And Then There Was X (2000)
This is the fuckin shit I be talkin about
Half rappin' ass mothafuckers You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin GAME? Come on, uh, uh, uh Come on, uh, uh?What'cha really want What'cha really want, what D-M-X, uh, uh?Come on, Ryde or die Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo What's my name? DMX and I be the best You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit That's gon get at you be fuckin with your mind, stop talkin shit Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth And really don't know who you fuckin with Here we go again How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas? I have no friends you still actin up Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get fucked The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through Whenever you try to creep through *D-M-X If you want it we got it Come and get it nigga we wit it All you gotta do is set it baby Ryde or die What'cha niggas want, uh, uh What'cha niggas want (x2) You still playin games You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name That's how we do 멷m Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through em Never comin' back Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga (alright) No more deaths Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left Bust my gun If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one Dog for life We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night Stop drop Open up shop (what?) Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops Ryde or die What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye * Repeat x2 Look at all these off brand niggas Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's That's that bullshit Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit I'm not a nice person I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start cursin' I stay flippin' One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin' That's my style I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile Suck my dick And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick Let's get it on baby I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy? I've lost my mind And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time * Repeat x4 D-M-X! * Repeat D-M-X! |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
DMX uh-huh, uh-huh Y'all been eatin long enough now stop bein greedy Just keep it real partner give to the needy Grips is touchy, so don't make me wait fuck around and I'm go'a bite you and snatch the plate DMX I could flip that flow, I could stick that hoe I could get that dough, you know I'm with that yo And the thing about the shit I came through, I haven't seen But when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin dreams All nightmares, the light dares to desert me Got me like everybody wants to hurt me Paranoid, so I strike out at what ever The closest thing to me is gonna get it but, never Will I, can I think death is wrong So I'ma keep holdin on til, what's left is gone You could put that on my nigga Boone These other rap cats will give a nigga room But if it ccalls for me to force my way in the door Headhuntin mother fuckers, stay on the floor 4-4, that's what I get sick wit rrrrrrr Four more, now all this is liquid rrrrrr DMX I thank the lord everyday that I'm blessed with a gift I'm The best, so, unless you wanna rest with the stiff Don't touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone When you walk pass the dog house leave it a bone Dogs bite, dogs fight, dogs knife Scratch, shake, and hold all night So when you hear the arf arf, start runnin Cause when you hear the arf arf, I'm comin But I don't like drama so I say to myself, "Keep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth I want the money and give me the honeys with big asses The most expensive champagne you got in big glasses" I'm broke so I'ma bash his head wide open Beggin me to stop but at least he died hopin Didn't get his wish, and now he's a dish with a cat Two glowin red eyes, everything else is black DMX When the sun is up the gun is up on the shelf And all the runners up are thankin me for their help Hopin that they not around when it gets dark outside Sun's goin down you hear the bark outside Locks off the cage, gauge, With the buck shots, faggot You've been lucky all day thats when your luck stops One drops, and another and another Gun pops, go into you and your mother When does it all end, I found a friend in a dog Cause fuckin wit these cats will send a friend to the morgue Many questions, no answers, just stress Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed If you curse and it gets worse as time goes by Can't see straight cause I'm so high, Why ask why when you know Nigga when its your time to go, You go |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Got me on the run
Uh, uh BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, open the door, ATF To late to send my girl downstairs to say he left To the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, wit' a taste for war You know I laced the four, wit' the hallows Crack the safe, got the bottles Whatchu want me to do? Beep Carlos! Two houses over by the tall black fence I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this There go a Priest, yo, get in, you drive What the fuck you doin nigga? Tryin to stay alive Cops on every corner, I lay back and try to cruise by Who the fuck could'a snitched? Must'a been a new guy (Siren)Damn, in back on our ass Put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast Tryin' to pull up on the side, but I'm packin' to blast Tryin' to take the niggaz heads off, fuck crackin' the glass (Gunshots)Hey, look out, (bark), damn Came so close, you almost hit that bitch Like you said nigga, almost Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't gon' leave her Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather (breathing sounds) Drop it on the floor, BOOM Got it through the door, peddle to the floor, an office line Death is in the air, and I don't know if it's mine But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is And all I can think of is what about my kids Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 more clips Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout Run through the fire, pull a gun from my boot out Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm goin' out fast and the last thing I hear is BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, open the door, ATF |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Mnn
Man, uh Shit stay happen Ya know Its crazy dog Its off the hook But you know Real niggas survive No regardless Them heartless Who is this I see, comin' through, its like 3 On the a.m., I'ma rob this nigga An when I'm done, I'ma slay him For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2 And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to Yeah, that one'll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em Like Jigga said, niggas test you When your gun goes warm So I keep 'em scattering Like roaches, when the light turns off From night to dawn Right from wrong Hope no way 3-57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight Settin' all you bitches straight (what) Squashin' all beefs To the point where the police Be blockin' all streets Got me trapped up in the building But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats And I run up in the rab hole Run through the hallway See police, face to face And bein' I'm tellin' you this story Means I caught another case Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight? Feel me O Day 2 of the saga This fuckin' drama continues Wakin' up like every 2 hours, lookin' out my window Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them And I'm gunnin' for the face "What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me "You can always get a job" and cheap shit they tried to sell me Got me no where but broke and fucked up in the game But now I got a name, and niggas know my name Knock of the door "police, we lookin' for a man Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand" I play like a bitch "Its just me here, and I'm not dressed And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest" That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city Cuz I know I'm hotter than lave, I'm holla the mouth Got my dog on the horn, he like "Fuck, you done did it They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid" (dial tone) Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons Murder's on my mind, no half steppin' Motherfuckers want war, you can get it, Cuz I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin' Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest They can keep theirs, cuz it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em It'll be the raw of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building When I go, taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me I ain't sittin around waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me I bring it to 'em, service with a smile What nigga? Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga? Now that you finally findin' out what this shit means I'm at the precinct, 116th Run up in there Open up my jacket "You muthafuckers lookin' for me?" Well here I am "Now you comin' with me" (Explosion) Man, that shit is crazy baby Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it Its off the hook y'all |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
UH
DefJam Uh RuffRyders (The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog, how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog) My nigga TP creep with me (The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog, how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog) Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one Where's my guardian angel need one, wish I had one (I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down and tryin' to fuck all these bitches I'ma show you how) But who? (My name D like you but my friends call me Damien and I'ma put you into somethin' about this game we in You and me could take it there and you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin') That's a givin' (You'll see) Hmmm thats what I've been wantin' all my life Thinkin' 'bout my little man so I call my wife Well your dada is about to make it happen <What you mean my nigga> I'm about to make it rappin' Today I met this cat He said his name was Damien He thinks that we're alot alike and wants to be my friend <You mean like Chuckie?> HaHa yeah just like Chuckie <Dada looks like we both lucky> Yeah *The Snake, the rat, the cat, the dog How you gon' see them if you livin in the fog (x4) (Hey yo D) What up D (You a smooth nigga, I seen you but nobody knew who pulled the trigger) Yeah, you know it's always over doe (You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe) Na, na that ain't my style (May you stay frontin' but you still my man and I ain't goin' say nothin', got yo weed go 'head smoke it<whaa?>, go 'head drink it, go 'head 'n fuck shorty you know I can keep a secret I'm about to have you drivin' probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends Blood out, blood in) Sounds good to me, fuck it, what I got to lose Hmm nothin' I can think of, ANY NIGGA WOULD CHOOSE Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas Pockets stay laced, nigga I floss G's For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand Now that I think about it yo, that's my man *Repeat (You like how everything is goin' You like what I gave you? <yeah> You know if you was goin' down I'd be the one to save you! <true> But yo I need a favor, these cat's across town hate me Plus their behaviour hasn't been too good lately) What!?! anything for you dog Where them niggas at (38th and Broadway) Let me get the Gat Run up on 'em strapped Bust off caps on four niggas Laid low for 'bout a month and killed two more niggas Now I'm ready to chill but you still want me to kill (Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real) Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time (Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in 89) Naw, that's my man (I thought I was your man) But yo, that's my nigga (Hey who's your biggest fan, either do it or give me your right hand That's what you said) I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead *Repeat In the fog, the fog livin' in the fog How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog To be continued motherfuckers Haaaaaahahaha |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
My niggaz this is for my dogs, this is for my dogs
This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs my niggaz My dogs the beginning of this bloodline of mine That spark this in a niggaz heart and cause him to shine Before the rhyme lessons that I keep in my mind I owe you and I give my right hand to show you Whether its fist or guns whatever it go to Its me they go through if ever they want to I'd light the flame, dead game and trying to scratch K-A-S I know where my dogs is at And I뭢 gonna be the one behind just to keep you on your toes I be your extra eyes and hold you down around your foes I be your extra gun you need me let me know For my dogs I be the first to cock it back and let it go They do it for the dough me I do it for the love You my nigga to the death so I treat you like my blood If push comes to shove and they try to send you back to the street I give my last to put you back on your feet, feel me Chorus: This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs This is for my dogs?my niggaz (Repeat 1X) You my dog nigga I die for Shit bust a five for see the judge and lie for You the type of nigga I throw weight up on the block for Just go ahead and lock jaws and your half I got yours Send in the dog I smell it all night I told niggaz to shut up and write X barks with a hell of a bite For the love they always will be till they kill me I put my thugs on it and slide till I die on it And to my motherfuckin dogs big ups to your first share Niggaz know the deal just waitin for them plaques to get shipped Do your thing nigga you know we got your back Cause real dogs always return with food for the pack Why these wack niggaz swingin when they gonna miss Take it from me he was nice before all this Yo X rain on em cause after that comes the blood Ruff Ryders feed all they dogs wit raw blood Chorus My people show love (what!) and haven뭪 left me stranded yet Though I have a death wish it ain뭪 been granted yet So until then I뭢 gonna be that nigga all up in your chest (come on!) Until the lord decides to lay my ass down to rest Bless my body at the funeral and hope I don뭪 burn Was a hard headed nigga and nope I don뭪 learn Saw the truth but chose to ignore it wasn뭪 goin for it My nigga had to give it to me (AHH!) then I saw it This is clear as day I know here뭩 the day I뭢 gonna be on my way nothin more to say But take me lord make me lord what you will Really wanted to chill but learned how to kill Been downhill from then on cause I been on Some shit hit on every move to get ten on The next sac but you know thats how X act Thats why these street niggaz is waitin for the next track Chorus (Until fade) |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
-gun fire-
TALK IS CHEAP MUTHAFUCKA!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........... What's on y'all niggaz minds fuckin' wit' me, y'all know somebody has told you about fuckin' wit' D, stuck in a tree is what you will be, like a cat and I'm the dog at the bottom, lookin' up what's that. Your worst nightmare is I take it right there, you got niggaz comin' where they at, right where? I make 'em like air, floatin' away, wouldn't tell what he was thinkin' so I opened a way, Went from broken away, you know he hurt before he died, makes you wonder if he lost his shirt before he died, only two knew the answer and one of us is dead, so anyone who seeks the truth can get it straight to head! Than you andf him can discuss what I did, yeah it was wrong dog but I slid, i'll repent one day, just not right now, you hear my shit all on the street i'm kinda hot right now! Come on! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! I wanna break bread wit' da' katz that I starve with, wanna hit the malls with the same dogz I rob wit', wanna be able to laugh with the niggaz that I cried with, when it's over be like these is tha niggaz that I died wit'. What do you do when you find out in the hall there's a rat, what do you do when you find out that your dog is a cat, Shit, on niggaz back, can't hold but two so while you gettin' more gatz i'm puttin wholes in you, snubnose will do, break 'em off real proppa', need to keep it' spittin' but I ain't gonna stoppa', cocka, unlocka, let 'em go, give it to his man just to let him know, All things considered it was real for' a minute, got what was yourz and tried to steal sometin' wit it, now feel sometin' hit it, your chest that is, the best that is, is probaly the best that slid, yo stress that kid! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CH'YALL NIGGAZ CAUSE Y'ALL AIN'T KILLIN' NUTTIN'!!! When Niggaz hear that dog bark, they betta run, when police hear that dog bark they betta come, they expect tha same thing that's live, and they lives will be lost, there is a price to pay, how many lives will be lost, COME ON! Since I run with the devil i'm one with the devil, I stay doin' dirt so I'm gonna come with the shovel, Hit chyou on a level of a madman who's mind's twisted, Made niggaz dreams caught the last train, mines missed it, Listed as a manic depressin' with extreme paranoya! and dog I got sometin' for ya! hear my name, feel my pain, niggaz wanna steal my fame, but first feel my reign, know what it's like to suffer, never have enough of shit, startin' off hard than only gettin' rougher! tougher, but than came the greese, so if you wanna say peace, tame the beast!..... |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
(Yea I'm right here dog) Where my dogs at
(We right here dog) Where my dogs at (I'm right here dog) What must I go through to show you shit is real And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggaz feel Rob then I steal, not cause I want to cause I have to And don't make me show you with the Magnum If you don't know by now then you slippin I'm on some bullshit thats got me jackin, niggaz flippin I got my man and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty Crimey it's all for the money is you wit me Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime And when it's on we transform like Optimus Prime I'll form the head, roll out let's make it happen If we ain't gonna get it wit them we'll take the cap down Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's rob this nigga A novice nigga never made a sound Breath too fuckin hard like you gettin bust down *Yo, yo ya n...az wanna be killers (get at me dog) Ya n...az wanna feel us (get at me dog) Ya n...az want the real (Get at me dog) Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal *Repeat Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal Nowadays, Don't get to good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin niggaz What you doin robbin niggaz, jerkin niggaz, stickin niggaz Cause they deserve it; with money got murdered They know we died slow if they heard it The nigga there blew up the spot a while and the mother fucker ain't got shot in a while And the stacks will light up, will fuck the night up blow everything in sight up fuck around and I'll have your ass right up What makes you think, you wasn't able to stand I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand The days are longer and seems like I'm wastin time I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin mine I suck it all up like a sicka fly Cause nowadays gettin' by, nothing more than an occasional meal and gettin high, I live to die, That's where I'm headed Let your man hold somethin, now it's all about you can get it *Repeat Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal Well in the back wit ya faggot ass face down Lucky that you breathin but you dead from the waste down The fuck is on your mind? Talkin that shit that you be talkin And I bet you wish you never got hit cause you be walkin But shit happens and fuck it, you would of did ya dirt niggaz is wonderin how the fuck you hid your skirt Right under they eyes like a surprise to the guys just one of their mans was a bitch in disguise fuckin with cats in order heads and slaughter more kids Let me hollar at you all that wanna borrow the raw shit (ah-oh!) Knahmean? I'm just robbin to eat And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin the street When we starve and we eat whatever's there Come on you know the code in the street, whatever's fair Blood stains and chalk, cause yo man couldn't walk After the talk, heard him out at 1133 of New York Transformin us niggaz so get it quick You know for real that nigga can't fuckin suck my dick And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game to barely move me, cause when I blow s..t up I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie Ah, you know I don't know how to act Get too close to niggaz, it's like: "Protected by viper, stand back" What's that, a bunch of niggaz you was killas demented fuck y'all what me with this coward finish him descend it |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Phone rings
Guy: Whose dick you sucking? Girl: Don't call me with that bullshit, alright Guy: You lying, you lying to me, Di Girl: Yeah exactly Guy: Whose dick you sucking? C'mon Di, I just heard some shit about you, some foul shit. The fuck is the deal? Girl: Suck my fucking dick you bitchass nigga! I don't Guy: No you explain it to me bitch. You know what I'm talking about. Girl: I don't know nobody up here! I don't fuck with nobody up here and I ain't been fucking with nobody up here! I don't know nobody in fucking Yonkers! Guy: Lying ass bitch. You ain't shit. Do I got to hollar his name too? Girl: Who the fuck is he!? Guy: Bitch you fuckin up! hangs up *"All I want is you, all I want" (Background) What type of games is being played, how's it going down? If it's on till it's gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit me or what, they gon try to give me a nutt Just honeys wanna give me the butt, wha.. I'm politicking with this trick and wondering if I'ma creep her Little hoodrat bitch from 25th named Tenika Coming through, like I do, you know Getting my bark on Knew she was a thug because when I met her she had a scarf on 5411, size 7 in girls Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls Girlfriend, remember me, (what?), from way back, I'm the same cat With the wave cap- the motherfucker that tnt used to blaze at Still here so it's all good Oh you know my niggas Rich and them doing they thing on 35th Ave It's a small hood, and it's all wood, so let me get that number Hook it up, aight Hit you on da track later on, say wassup Talking to shorty made me wanna do something nice Looking at that ass made me wanna do something tonight And I know right when I see right, shorty looking like she tight She bite, better give a nigga the green light, we might.. *Repeat (x2) I'm getting at shorty like what you need, what you want Offer nothing, cuz I got you, must you front? I see you with your baby father but it don't matter You gave me the pussy, that ass is getting fatter Let that nigga play daddy, make moves with me I'da kept it more than real boo, can't lose with me Heard he smacked you 'cuz you said my name while y'all was sexin' Ran up on this cat, thought was me, and started flexin' You know I ain't even with that So he gon' have to get that just on tv Try to creep me, what? Leave that nigga sleepy On the strength of you, that's your kid's daddy I ain't gon' send him on his way, put him up in that big caddy But let him know Never mind yo, I need you to go Take this snow up to 150, see Joe Get that, come back with that We can split that, sit back Fuck, puff a L, forget that You wit dat? *Repeat (x2) Aiyyo this chicken got me digging her moves, 'cuz she smooth Wanna lose, whoever she choose, it's the dues Respect is not expected but it's given 'cuz it's real Being neglected and all, expect it, the deal Lie, cheat, and steal for me Putting something in a nigga's wig if you squeal for me Kill for me, you still with me 'Cuz we get down like what Told you from the start, it ain't all about a nutt I'm gon' be fair, try to be there We gon' see then, hit me with the question boo That answer gon' be yeah See there, something can go wrong, it does Love'd it, Let it go but it came back, that's how strong it was But you belonged to Cuz, couldn't belong to me You had two kids by this nigga, it was wrong for me But we gon' always be, best of friends haha Mad love, Boo, to the end haha *Repeat |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Mn
Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that's all *(I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold onnnn I've been waitin for this moment for all my life hold onnn, hold onnnnnn) The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin' under And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you an I hope you can take it Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you When you stand up an see that I'm just showin' love to you Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends Caps I fucked with are real, but hey Those are your friends Its just what you got comin' sometimes you don't know What you askin' for, did you ask for more? Should the casket door swing here, it is done An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster It is comin' in the air? Yeah its getting' closer *Repeat I see life through many shades of grays and blacks I could take that an him 'em with the blazin' tracks When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion some of us may do the winnin' But we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin' Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'? Jus that you were fuckin' ground Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it An I know that deep down you really don't want it I woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when its harder My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night Come on! *Repeat There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans An a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog Families by the truckload, feedin' them to the morgue Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', errrrrrr an growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin' Don't know love, can't show love That means you gonna need more love than on old thug, but hold up, roll up Talkin' out the side of your mouth is what's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse Told her it was suicide, but you an I Both knew the truth, for we'd never die Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there This is hell an we both here Can you feel it? Tell me yeah *Repeat Afr, afr Haha Aroo, arro Whoo, whoo, whoooo |
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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 Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
talking) (But I'm sayin' these Ruff Ryder niggaz) dog (I heard these niggaz is for real) Dog (uh huh) that's mymansandem (But I heard these niggaz supposed to be like Lockin' down the industry on some shit On some power shit) dog That's mymansandem (mmm) |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Uh. Yea. Uh. If you love something let it go, if it
comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was. Hold me down baby *Either let me fly, or give me death Let my soul rest, take my breath If I don't fly I'ma die anyway, I'ma live on but I'll be gone any day *Repeat Hold me down, niggaz wanna know me now Didn't want ta play wit' me when to show me how No meow Is it all about the bark ? Let the dog lose baby it's about to spark Light up the night, like the 4th of July Niggaz know, when I let go, niggaz die wit' this Y and you don't know you slow like Baltimore If you ain't tryin' ta go ya blow I soke up all the pain and except it in silence When I let go it's violence cause the wildest leaves the dog barkin' up the tree for the cat in the fog but ya'll niggaz see is the bat Flappin' away wit' em blind like Stevy Niggas don't hear me, still tryin' to see me Stop being greedy, ya heard what I said Let me go, let me flow on my bed *Repeat (x2) I sold my soul to the devil, and the price was cheap A yo it's cold on this level cause it's twice as deep But you don't hear me, ignorance is blisning and so on Sometimes it's better to be taught dumb Shall I go on You don't want no real, what the deal is a mystery How is it I can live and make history If you don't see it then it, wasn't ment for you to see If you wasn't born wit' it then, it wasn't ment for you to be But you can't blame me for not wantin' to be hound lock down in a cell wit' a soul gettin' dwelled This is hell, go get the devil and get me the key but can't be worst than the curse that was given ta me It's what I live for, you take away that and I'm gone There's a difference between, doin' wrong and being wrong and that ain't right Just keep it fair baby Put me in the year, and I'll take it there baby Yes *Repeat (x2) I'ma flow regardless because I'm an artist until I'm trapped I'ma continue to hit he hardest whether I scrap or rap Give me death but you ain't my friend I see it in your eyes, you contemplate my end You waitin' for that bin in the road, where you were told that you would go, when you were old and if you died young, it was told So what the dilly, what it was worth Think back 26 years, be like what of his birth What if it was a miscarriage and I never existed Have I given something that have been taken away you would of missed it Didn't know, did I persisted ? It was the call of the wild I'm here to say what's in my heart, and you call it a style Don't put it in the cage, don't mistreat it You say you hunger for knowledge, here it is eat it Another soul completed is another thought captured Let me do my thing I got it locked wit' this rap shit *Repeat (x2) Or give me death, uh uh uh, or take my breath I'ma die anyway, but I'll be gone any day Where my niggaz ? (3x)Uh ha ha, for my niggaz |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
Judge not, less you be judged first
Die nigga, die nigga *Look thru my eyes, see what, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street Burnin in hell, but don't deserve to be Got niggas I don't even know that wanna murder me Just because they've heard of me And they know that the Dark is for real The bark is for real, when you see that spark it'll kill Be poppin, robbin and chill, take it over there bark wit' it From Ohio to Cali to Baltimore back to New York wit' it Come through flyin', a 129 Up the school street cuz I come through mine Barking my dogs, get at me nigga Arf arf arf, get at me nigga What the deal is, never forget what real is Them cats that used to say X is the best know he still is Can't help but feel this, putting goosebumps on your arms Take you there if you want but I lose chunks with the bomb Then come for the star Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and it's getting warm Feel me yo *Repeat (x2) I can understand why y'all niggas is scared of me And why the big dogs never wanted to play fair with me Cuz I leave blood wherever I go, wherever I flow Wherever I blow niggas who know I can go, feel me yo What is it about the Dark that gets niggas where they about to spark About to bark, take it to the heart cuz it's real like that Give him chills, but do I make him feel like that Shit is real, what you don't know is gon' getcha With the steal, what you don't know is gon' splitcha I can blaze tracks, make niggas play raps and raise stacks Payback's a bitch, didn't you used to say that? Play around in dirt, you get mud Cause you know, I can either spread love or shed blood And bloodshed turns the mud red and real sticky Or I can hit you from roof, make it a quicky For real *Repeat I bear my soul, niggas wouldn't dare, my role Gives a nigga a heart of gold but with a hole Lost all control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight Just like first I'm sold an eight, then told it's not an eight But then it's out of state, and it's too late for changes to be made That's what I get for fucking with strangers in the shade This is it, that nigga's got to give me a place For the same reason that fate, chose to give me away Take away hate, now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty It was always his versus me, but now I gotta teach him Personal feelings put aside, cuz now I gotta reach him What I'd like to do is turn my head, like I don't know him But it seems like I've been called on to show him So I'ma show him And if you never met me, then you've no right to judge me I've got a good heart but this heart can get ugly *Repeat (x2) Feel the pain, feel the joy, of a man who was never a boy For real Arf arf, arf arf arf |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
<knock on the door and dog barking>
Man's voice:Yo who is it? Other voice:It's Mickey. Man's voice:Who sent you? Other voice:It's Mickey. Man's voice:Yo nigga who sent you?! <more knocking> Other Voice:It's me, Mickey! Man's voice:Aight!<gun loads up> <Laughs while gun fires> |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
(feat. the Lox & Mase)
[Sheek] Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with holes up in skyscrapers In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers New York City, know only way to play is gritty I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 My whole commity like to puff L's and look jiggy Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young, but I done did shit that you won't do So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? Protectin you? But they'll murder you, playa Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis [Mase] Ayo, Mase and The Lox We takin knots from the out of state spots Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot You don't really wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye The rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a Islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum Then I'm puttin two in em You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it [DMX] Niggaz done started somethin [Styles] You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it [DMX] Niggaz done started somethin [Jadakiss] Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami Cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face We started from the bottom You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever We can do it at the Garden Word life, this shit is real big I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty [Styles] I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy Official lock family, grants niggaz handin me I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci and if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle Any ya niggaz done started somethin Actin invincible like you god or somethin If you god, then I'ma makes a lot til you rot And if you a playa, then play for everything you got And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark [Chorus] [DMX] Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood A positive ID is impossible, so you know John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen so you got whatchu came for [Sheek] What's that? [DMX] Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz that come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz And scary niggaz get it all the time cause what they got is all of mine Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the nine And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchu and gave it the money Cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the nine, boss of crime Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty Get it These niggaz is for real These niggaz ain't playin This ain't no fuckin game You think we playin? 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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
I come to you hungry and tired, you give me food and let me sleep
I come to you weak, you give me strength, and that's deep You call me a sheep, and lead me to green pastures Only asking that I keep the focus, in between the chapters You give me the word, and only ask that I interpret And give me the eyes, that I may recognize the serpent You know I ain't perfect, but you'd like me to try Unlike the devil who just, wants me to lie, till i die Lord why is it that, I go through so much pain? All I saw was black, all I felt was rain. I come to you because it's, you who knows You showed me that everything was black, because my eyes were closed You gave me the light, and let me bask in your glory So it was only right, that when you ask for this story I put it together, to do our dogs some good Our dogs being, brothers and sisters in the hood Plenty of times you sent help my way, but I hid And I remember once you held me close, but I slid There was something that, I just had to see That you wanted me to see, so I could be what you wanted me to be And I think I've seen it, 'cause I don't feel the same Matter of fact I know I've seen it, I can feel the change And it's strange, almost got me beating down your door But I've never known, love like this before It's a wonderful feeling, to get away from the pain And up under the ceiling, I get away from the rain And the strain that I feel when I'm here, is gone I know real so I wipe away the tears with, a song And I almost lost faith, when you took my man Monty, Paso, and Jay's brother Dan And I fear that what I'm saying, won't be heard until I'm gone But it's all good, 'cause I'm really didn't expect to live long So if it takes for me to suffer, for my brother to see the light Give me pain 'till I die But please Lord, treat him right |
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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 - 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 - 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)
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)
uh-huh, uh-huh (x4)
*Y'all been eatin long enough now stop bein greedy Just keep it real partner give to the needy Grips is touchy, so don't make me wait fuck around and I'm'a bite you and snatch the plate I could flip that flow, I could stick that hoe I could get that dough, you know I'm with that yo And the thing about the shit I came through, I haven't seen But when it gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin dreams All nightmares, the light dares to desert me Got me like everybody wants to hurt me Paranoid, so I strike out at what ever The closest thing to me is gonna get it but, never Will I, can I think death is wrong So I'ma keep holdin on til, what's left is gone You could put that on my nigga Boone These other rap cats will give a nigga room But if it ccalls for me to force my way in the door Headhuntin mother fuckers, stay on the floor 4-4, that's what I get sick wit rrrrrrr Four more, now all this is liquid rrrrrr *Repeat (x2) I thank the lord everyday that I'm blessed with a gift I'm The best, so, unless you wanna rest with the stiff Don't touch that, uh-uh, leave it alone When you walk pass the dog house leave it a bone Dogs bite, dogs fight, dogs knife Scratch, shake, and hold all night So when you hear the arf arf, start runnin Cause when you hear the arf arf, I'm comin But I don't like drama so I say to myself, "Keep focus with this rap shit and pray for the wealth I want the money and give me the honeys with big asses The most expensive champagne you got in big glasses" I'm broke so I'ma bash his head wide open Beggin me to stop but at least he died hopin Didn't get his wish, and now he's a dish with a cat Two glowin red eyes, everything else is black *Repeat (x2) When the sun is up the gun is up on the shelf And all the runners up are thankin me for their help Hopin that they not around when it gets dark outside Sun's goin down you hear the bark outside Locks off the cage, gauge, With the buck shots, faggot You've been lucky all day thats when your luck stops One drops, and another and another Gun pops, go into you and your mother When does it all end, I found a friend in a dog Cause fuckin wit these cats will send a friend to the morgue Many questions, no answers, just stress Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed If you curse and it gets worse as time goes by Can't see straight cause I'm so high, Why ask why when you know Nigga when its your time to go, You go *Repeat (x4) |
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from Dmx - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot (2000)
You tell me that there's love here.
But to me it's blatant. Nothin' but all the blood here. I'm dealin with Satan. Plus with all the hatin' it's hard to keep peace. (uh huh) Thou shall not steal, but I will to eat. I tried doin' good, but good's not too good for me. Misunderstood, why you chose the hood for me. Mean I'm aiight, I just had to work hard at it. Went to gran'ma for answers, she told me that god had it. So now here I am, confused and full of questions. Am I born to lose, or is this just a lesson. And who it's goin' choose when it gets turned around. And will it be layin' in my own blood and on the ground. My child, I've watched you grow up and I've been there. (uh huh) Even at those times you least suspected it I was there. And look at what I've given you a talent to rhyme. I may not come when you call, but I'm always on time. Somebody's knockin'. Should I let em in. Lord we're just startin, but where will it end. Somebody's knockin'. Should I let em in. Lord we're just startin, but where will it end. But when the funds are low the guns'll blow. Lookin' for that one that owe, make em run that dough. No! Put down the guns and write a new rhyme. You'll get it all in due time. You'll do fine. Just have faith cuz you mine. (uh huh) And when you shine it's goin' be a sight to behold. So don't fight to be old, or lose sight when it's cold. See that light down the road, it's goin' guide you there Two sets of footsteps, I was right beside you there. But what about them times I only saw one. Those were the times that I was under the gun, It was then I carried you my son. Led you to safety. It just wasn't your time to face me. (uh huh) Ayo a few of them times I thought you would erase me. But all you did was embrace me. Prepared me for the worst. Offered me eternal light, and scared me with the hearse. And the curse turned to grace. When the hurt turned to faith. No more runnin', (uh huh) and slidin' in the dirt cuz I'm safe. Somebody's knockin'. Should I let em in. Lord we're just startin, but where will it end. Somebody's knockin'. Should I let em in. So if I'm yo' man I'm in yo' hand. Wus yo' plan. Never had a friend cuz you couldn't trust your man. Learned to stand before I crawled. Things were twisted! And if you showed me anything at all then I missed it. Looked the wrong way. (uh huh) I've done some wrong things. (true) Kept a bad attitude, but that's what wrong brings. And now you mean to tell me that after all this time, it was you that kept the dog from goin' out of his mind. It was you that breathed life into my lungs when I was born. And it was you that let me know what was right, from what was wrong. And it was you that let me do what I knew what could be done. And it was you that gave me a good wife and a beautiful son. And It's been you speakin' to me inside my mind. And it's been you who has forgiven time after time. It was you who opened my eyes so I could see. And it was you who shined yo' light on me. |
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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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from DMX - Party Up [single] (2000)
[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 DMX - Party Up [single] (2000)
[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 DMX - Party Up [single] (2000)
[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 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 Gone In 60 Seconds (식스티 세컨즈) [ost] (2000)
[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 Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
When I creep through
Niggaz is see through Just like negligee (Uh!) Verse 1: DMX Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!) Rackin the hogs Desert Eagle packin the morgues (What?) Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's What happens to those that (Uh!) Chose to be foes and (uh-huh!) Bet his man knows But yo, we only get stronger (Uh!) And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!) (What!) It's time for shit to go down (Uh!) Strapped for the show down (Uh!) Wet up yo crib, kick the door down Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first Put you right up in a brand new hearse Could be worse (Whoo!) Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!) The way I laid this nigga Played this nigga But thats what I'm good at (uh-huh!) Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and f**kin' hoodrats (Ha ha!) Where's my f**kin' hood at? (Whoo!) Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!) Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!) Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!) They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught Or should I say a nigga bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!) Triple what a nigga thought But thats just how shit be I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me But just as long as I'm on top of shit You ain't stoppin shit And ain't a motherf**ker droppin' shit Chorus: DMX If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!) M to the X Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots) Next?! Chorus Verse 2: DMX Plenty of niggaz know dirty is how I do 'em Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em Cause ain't none of y'all muh'f**kers built for war And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) When I spray down the door F**k around on my name will be 95-B-64-11 (What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!) When even up north I put niggas to waste So you wanna stop the violence? Get the f**k out my face! Parole before peeps hit the board off Bitches is f**kin but I sleep with the sawed off I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break Before the news to break, I got dudes to take I don't joke cause Jokers is cards And cards are what I pull Infra red with the clip full No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!) That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!) But how I handle shit Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!) De-de-de-de-de Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!) And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas And they wives'll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) Chorus 2x Outro: DMX & DJ Clue (DJ Clue!) Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me (Desert Storm!) Cause you know what f**kin with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muthaf**ker! (Ha ha!) Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!) Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga! (Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!) |
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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 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 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 Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
[DMX]
You got a minute for yo' son father, I need to talk I'm so tired of tryin to run father, let's take a walk I'm so sorry for what I done father, it ain't my fault But the devil's been on my back lately, he's like a hawk You never give us more than we can handle, but it's gettin hard And I'm a strong individual, but I need you God Lot of things that I used to, I don't wanna run the streets like I used to, I know I'm gonna speak the word for you one day Up in there like, "Hallelujah!" on Sunday I thank you Lord for the blessings that you gave me And for my life with the blessings you have saved me And for my wife you have carried me enough times - and that's the truth Married me to rough times, throughout my youth And through it all I saw that you was still with me I was that one lost sheep and you was comin to get me [Chorus] Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. [DMX] I look at life a little different now, since you hugged me And I always loved my peoples, but now they love me Thank you for the love Lord, we praise ya Jacob's descendants, from Africa to Asia Pleadin the blood of Christ over our life Wrong or right, just help us make it through the night and we'll shout yo' name in times of need And times of joy, and, when we bleed And, when we are overcome with greed You ain't gon' half to tell me twice, I'ma take heed And because of what you've given me, I know you'll deliver me And I won't drown no matter how deep the river be You are the strength I, never knew I had Kept the heart good when they told me it was bad All praises due to ya That's why I had to dedicate somethin new to ya, thank you father [Chorus] [DMX] Uhh.. I never knew a love like, this before Messin with the thug life I, missed it all You opened the doors and, let me in I'm down for the cause so, let's begin Prayers that you give to me I give to them Same way you live in me I live in them Life is a blessing now You got me smilin from inside of my heart, when inside it was dark And it doesn't rain anymore Only sunshine, no pain anymore, I really love my You washed away the tears with the fears I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, the whole thirty years You know that! one day I'll speak the word You know that! when I do I will be heard You know that! you gave me a permanent smile And you know this father because I'm yo' child, what? [Chorus] [Chorus] - (minus second half of each line) [Chorus] - repeat 2X Artist: (DMX f/) Bloodline, DJ Kay Slay Album: The Great Depression Song: Next Out the Kennel (Bonus Track) [DJ Kay Slay] Aiyyo, this is DJ Kay Slay from around the way And my dog DMX is puttin it down with the Bloodline family And the Bloodline kennels THE GREAT DEPRESSION! FOURTH TIME! X keeps it gutta and his dogs are no different You gotta respect the line... First out the kennel, Jynx reppin straight from Y.O. kennel Holdin it down... [Jynx] Let it be known, bring it to me Break the fingers that you write with Mouth that you recite with, real life shit Niggaz call me God on beats, cuz I light shit Quicker than those, shootin big holes, rippin your clothes Play games and have a thug nigga sittin at your home See you walkin with that bitch when he spit at yo dome Damn, ya brains all over the place Bitch cryin and screamin, cuz your brains is all over her face I got love for street thugs and killers, with deep mugs Who bust they guns first then they start to cuss Shook niggaz hold they guns till they start to rust Bitch niggaz don't want no parts of us, we dangerous Tripped a few of angel dust One shot turn yo brains to slush Yeah, niggaz don't learn shit till the lights is off It's too late, now your life is lost, motherfucker... [beat changes to "Bring Ya Whole Crew"] [DJ Kay Slay] DAMN! See what I'm sayin, this shit is real Next out the kennel, barkin from Dirty Jerz is that nigga Loose [Loose] Let me Loose nigga, get the fuck off me I can't believe my ears, hot, these niggaz is barely warm In fact they wack, they just got a hot song Fuckin up the game is catz like you That make wack niggaz think they can rap too But Loose at the door now, so come with me I'ma make sure no more rappers like you get in You want it? We can go hard with the beats Or hard to the body or hard to the teeth Yeah, I was on Universal, they couldn't have me They kept me on the hush, like Whitney drug habit Got drafted, then made it to the front line A year later, got traded to Bloodline Now it's hard for catz to keep they spot He rock too much ice, he can't keep it hot And when all the ice melt, they all want it down Loose, fuck that, the streets is mines now... [beat changes to "D-X-L Hard White"] [DJ Kay Slay] FIRE! Only stray kills, yaknowhatimsayin? Next out the kennel, my nigga Big Stan from Harlem Get at em dog... [Big Stan] Uh-oh, who's next? That would be me, BS, ya know? Uh, y'all niggaz ain't ready, uh I'm like a thieve in the night, I creep in your life One day when you nice, high off the henny Catch you while you partyin right With the semi, put your body on ice, for a price Make a bastard of your son as well as widow your wife My struggle was tight, love inside my heart has limits Like anything outside of Bloodline, bound to get it We bound to win it, niggaz want, we bound to give it And anything you catz start, you know we bound to finish Can you see the cage is open? Muzzle is off The nine is sick, the silencer will muffle the cough The Line is thick, Stan stay solo on cost My shoulder will frost on any nigga other than dog I'm the one ya moms would hate you to cross If you the only child, would be replacing the lost Please think before you go against the B dot S And no it's not a game, I'm one of Bloodline's best, nigga... [beat changes to "Make a Move"] [DJ Kay Slay] Whoa, whoa, whoa, they just keep bitin The last to bite, that bitch, the bitch of the litter Crazy Kash, Kasmir, get at em girl... [Kashmir] What the fuck ya niggaz know about grease? I got enough to put in ya piece, bust bust ten in piece Make ya back bend in a crease, that's what you get offend a beast You hatin me like I was a friend of Kelis Load, cock back and release Bad bitch crackin ya piece, bulletholes in the back of your peeps Always catch niggaz comin from the back with the heat Love to watch they knees buckle when they smack the concrete You ain't gotta love me just respect the bitch Scared to fight me, get your girls, so I can wet the bitch Who gives a FUCK who ya old lady be I put holes in ya old lady tee if she fuckin with me You know my niggaz Stan, Jynx, Loose, Berg and X Ya niggaz switchin occupations, cuz they heard we next No niggaz above mine, cuz no niggaz above mine And that shit's in my heart, cuz it's in my fuckin Bloodline... Artist: DMX f/ Drag-On, Mysonne Album: The Great Depression Song: Problem Child {Mysonne} (DMX) {Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {Problem Children, y'all niggaz got problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) [Chorus] {But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby) {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems} {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems} (No problems I'm telling you baby) [Mysonne] Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they guns Before I come it's tolate y'all had your fun It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run When we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocks Right in front of precents fuck cops niggaz want pops then they die for them Kiss the barrel, cry for them Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them Fuck voltron see what me and mines form In the nine storm, death times gone I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes on Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom niggaz wanna talk but they don't want no problems [Chorus] [DMX] All y'all niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussy Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down You cowards know it now i'ma hold it down When I'm done close it down It's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit where Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like that I been seen through they bullshit I'm real like that I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back I know how to flip on a nigga split him with the bat I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch You motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving them One by one until it's all of them Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga [Chorus] [Drag-On] Well it's the kid that a Crush your head into a cake batter Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit Guns I should've been arrested for Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw Don't you test me boy Don't fuck with X or Drag to the dash Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash Dumpster amoung the rest of them fags My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it off Just relax take you last breath and die it off Nothing but love I spread But if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head You sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of me It's fun to me, nitches [Chorus] Artist: DMX f/ Big Stan, Mic Geronimo Album: The Great Depression Song: Usual Suspects (Part 2) * * bonus track, continues on track #17 at 12:53 [Mic Geronimo] YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G Know the G, hah hah, know the face Hah hah, know the name nigga, hah C'mon, yeah, yeah Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all niggaz ain't about this life Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice White wraps for these niggaz who scrap and gun clap Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back Once you bitch-made niggaz started doin the rap Seven figure shit really started ruinin rap Take it back to hood shit bulletproof and biscuits Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight 'til we screamin all of us hate [Chorus: Mic Geronimo] You see shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel and shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel, yeah [Big Stan] Y'all niggaz better get the guns Fuck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it That's the fake shit, argue and just make shit hot And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make shit pop Nigga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves I'm ambidextrous, sold with the glock and the snub But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot then one big shot, and one kid drops Head shot, closed lid over one big box And a preacher left prayin over one big plot Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world And I'ma do it, wanna know how? Fuckin with Earl He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck B.S., Bloodline, what the fuck you expect nigga? [Chorus] [DMX - overlapping Chorus] Uhh, WHAT?! Uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh [DMX] It's time to take out the garbage, y'all niggaz want the hard shit I got shit that'll start shit, rip apart shit and disregard shit Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more? "Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins the bullshit we both went through form trusted friends Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel) Fuck what you heard baby! Shit's still real Y'all niggaz think your shit don't stink, cause it don't think Hit a motherfuckin iceberg your ship won't sink Bitch don't blink, cause I'ma hit you with somethin I'ma hit you for frontin, I'ma hit you for nuttin? You buggin I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you Fuck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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[Chorus]
Believe me! It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know (WHAT?!) It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know Believe me! It's our TIIIIME now to let 'em know (WHAT?!) It's our TIIIIME now.. [DMX] I like my blunts heavily hashed, bitches heavily assed Joints ready to stash, got 'em ready to blast (WHAT?!) Give 'em plenty and pass, the thing off (woo!) toss that Get pulled over, we already lost that, of course black (uh!) Floss that, lose that, get that? Come up off that You ain't choose that, but you with that, now spit back (c'mon) Y'all niggaz got me all wrong (WHAT?!) I'm still a grimy nigga (WHAT?!) and I still give it to you, on your song (WHAT?!) I let you niggaz live for a minute, you get goofy Told you go 'head, drop a few albums, I'll do a movie (aight) But when I come back, c'mon dog, respect my slot (UHH) Ain't no get in where I fit in, bitch I'm straight to the top (aight) And whoever don't like it, FUCK YOU FAGGOT, bring it! (WHAT?!) Nigga don't wanna walk it but, stay tryin to sing it What I gotta start smackin you guys around again? Don't make no motherfuckin sense, y'all some grown ass men! [Chorus] [DMX] I don't play with you cats like I used to Cause well I ain't your father (uh-huh) This time it's gon' be a little harder Told niggaz to "Do You", courtesy of Flex Put out "... And Then There Was X" and then there was X And then there was X again, ain't my next of kin Just some hardheaded dickridin grown-ass men (uhh, uhh) C'mon with the bullshit (WHAT?!) please, don't touch that You might, bust yo' gun dog but we bust back (aight) And what's that, a lot of dead homies That ain't yours (UHH) leave it alone, you don't know me Respect the nine or catch a wreckless twenty-nine (ahh) For every bone in your spine (ahh) make a nigga recline (ahh) This whole rap shit is mine (WHAT?!) and I'm not sharin (uhh) Niggaz gettin popped every day, not carin (woo!) Peep niggaz starin, but they don't want NUTTIN Nowadays niggaz get it for frontin, motherfucker! Cocksuckin-ass niggaz! [Chorus] [DMX] Now there's a lot of - bitch niggaz that's rich niggaz I stick niggaz (uhh) Pick niggaz and hit niggaz I lift niggaz (uhh, uhh) Wannabe player, stay in the park Cause the grownups is over here, and we drinkin (WHAT?!) Fuck is you thinkin? (WHAT?!) X ain't changed, still with the same shit (uhh) Ain't with the game shit (uhh) bust leave a stain shit (uhh) Watch the game change quick (WHAT?!) Some niggaz married to the game Nigga like me? Married to the same bitch (c'mon!) I'm a dog from the hood, so I gotta rap from the hood Put a snake and a cat to the wood MAN!! if you, only knew WHAT IT IS!! that I'm, goin through WHEN IT IS!! that I'm, goin through it You ain't gon let me get ahold of that thing, cause I'ma do it! (woo!) Pop, stop drop watch and roll niggaz (uhh) Hold niggaz dog I can't control niggaz! (c'mon!) [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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Hey yo D, it's your nigga D
Uh-huh What the fuck, you forgot about me? You've been eatin real good lately Didn't get a shout out on your last album, what you hate me? Arrrf Said I was your dog Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog Arrrf Said I was your mans and them And any problem that you had I would handle them Aiyyo dog it's like this, I fuck with you lightly (uh-huh) Cause I knew if I fucked with you too deep you'd bite me (uhh) Get mad at me, send niggaz wantin to fight me (uhh) Whole time you fucked with me you didn't like me Oh where you hear that? Pssh, niggaz talk Plus you know how shit flow in New York Walls have ears, buildings heard Supposed to be shhhhhh but spill the word *Everywhere that I go, everything that I see Every place that I touch I feel him fuckin with me I'm gonna fly.. arrrf Why you lie? Told me it was Ryde or Die I'm gonna fly.. arrrf Eye for an eye - what happened to my piece of the pie? Now dog, you know me better than that I could put you ahead of the pack, instead of the back I could have niggaz sellin tapes, instead of the crack Could have niggaz fallin down, with lead in they back Ain't much that I can't do when I want to I don't really need you, nigga fuck you WHAT?! Nah I'm just playin, got a wife and kids Little Dame ain't come across dem triflin kid Yo what you mean by that? Mean by what? Youse a grimy nigga f'real, I see whassup I don't even know why I fucked with you from the door Cause you know I can give you what you wanted and more I coulda got it from him But you woulda hate to wait But I wouldn't have the weight C'mon, don't hate What happened to the right hand, Light Man? Nah that's Dark Man Well let's get it right then *Repeat Now I see for who you are, it's like I know you (uh-huh) So I can't trust you as far as I can throw you (uhh) Oh you, don't know you are the reason that I go through what I go through, let me show you Didn't I promise you a Benz, lots of friends Countless pairs of Timbs, these endless ends? But what did it cost me? (c'mon) My life to be taken softly, man BACK THE FUCK UP OFF ME Don't fuck with me like that when I fuck witchu like this Don't come at me like that when you know that you might miss Go on about your business If any cat you send me way, ain't gon' be no witness LORD JESUS C'mon dog, look who you're fuckin PLEASE HELP ME Whassup dog? Man you buggin KEEP THE DEVIL Thug life, thought we were tight OUT OF MY LIFE I'll be back aight? Psych *Repeat (x2) |
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I know that my savior lives
And at the end, he will stand on this earth My flesh may be destroyed, yet from this body, I will see God Yes, I will see him for myself - and I long for that moment Grandma, I really miss you and it ain't been the same I drop a tear when I, hear yo' name Mariella Holloway, why you gotta be so far away? Used to say, "Don't worry, it's gon' be okay" But it ain't - it's like when you left, you took the Lord witchu Why couldn't I come when he came to get you? Damn I really miss you - I had to say it again I remember the time when I was like ten Crept up in the neighbor's yard, yeah, bein hard headed You told me I would get it - you said it! And boy did I get it, but after you spanked me, you hugged me Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me I thought - how bad could this hurt be? I know now That's why it's only done out of love What I wouldn't give for one mo' hug, from grandma *Baby it's gon' be okay (she used to tell me that) Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin) Baby it's gon' be okay (she used to tell me that) Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin) What I'm about to say a couple of family members is gon' hate me But I'ma let you know what's been goin on lately Now you know since you left, a lot of things witcho kids done changed Yeah Jackie's still crazy, don't know what's up with James Ain't seen Jerry in a while, you know he walk like you And Renee's back in jail, you know she talk like you Riculah's(?) doin real good now, she workin Rhonda's still runnin around, trickin, jerkin Buckeye's buggin, he done lost his mind And Jarvis? Back out of jail, doin fine Kylie? He done changed, it ain't all about self As for my father.. well, that's somethin else But that's my dog, he hold his grandmother down My great grandmother, makin a lot of trips out of town But that's a good thing, and if I could only hear you sing once more, oh Lord, the comfort it would bring *Repeat You left behind a mother (and) eleven kids (and) eleven grandkids And since then, two of yo' grandkids done had kids They had a boy named Tacoma, Xavier's brother, that's right Xavier's made you a great grandmother I thank you for the best times of my life I thank you for when you first met her, accepted and lovin my wife I thank you for those Sunday dinners, they were vital I thank you for my - life, I thank you for the bible I thank you for the songs that you sing in the mornin (Amazing Grace..) while I'm yawnin I thank you for the two beatings you gave me Cause I know somewhere along the line the lesson I learned from the two beatings saved me And when you died I cried like a baby, I begged the Lord to take me Cause no one else could give me what you gave me But life like everything comes to an end I pray I go to heaven to see you again - amen *Repeat (x2) Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I'm found Was blind, but now I see, yeahhh |
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Let's knock it out....that's all, oh we gon' do it
(Another one of these, huh) Knock it the fuck out (One of those joints)Put it down (okay) But it gotta bang (I see what's goin' on here) It has to bang! Ya Know? Uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus 2x] I'ma Bang! Hit the block pitchin slang Bang! Hit the rock spit the game Bang! Get the glock spit the flame Do my motherfuckin thing! I speak for the meak and the lonely (uhh), weak and the hungry (uhh) Speak for the part of the street that keep it ugly (aight) And niggaz couldn't wear my shoes 'Cause the places that I walk, most catz couldn't bear my dues (uhh) Or pay the tolls of the roads I done kept on, crept on (what) Walk 'til I got tired then curled up and slept on (whoo) My journey has earned me the right to reach I burned so I earned the right to teach, what to eat (c'mon) What niggaz been gettin' fed is pork (uhh) What you niggaz been gettin' fed, shouldn't be even on your fork Let's talk (aight), about this, and about that (uh-huh) Yeah, we like this or we can do it out back (aight) Keep the bullshit for the rodeo 'Cause on the real, you cocksuckers don't know me yo Hit you wit' something for frontin' that'll end your life Then hit your crib and bend your wife (c'mon) Grrrrrrrrr [Chorus 2x] It upsets me to see niggaz that's flossin too much Wearing shit that's costin too much (uhh), how often I touch I like to break fake niggaz (what), rape snake niggaz (what) I take weight nigga (what), you fake hate nigga (c'mon) And niggaz and ain't got the balls to say to my face what you think behind my back Suck my dick! How's about that? (aight) Loose lifts is loose clips and crews hit I run wit' niggaz from Israel to hijack crew ships (uhh) Watch the news at 6 (whoo), that's how I'm gettin' down Feds lookin for the dog, oh that nigga outta town This is a grown-up game, thinkin 'cause you got a blown-up name (what) You won't get a blown-up frame I ain't playin wit' you niggaz no more, them are old I be layin when you hit the door, you hit it cold Be like "Oh no!", see what I'm sayin I told Money to stop playin, now he layin, we prayin (aight) Grrrrrrrrr [Chorus 2x] Oh my God! Yah niggaz done lost yo mind Toss the nine (uhh), this nigga done cross the line Disrespectful shit will get you hit, bitch (what) Fuck who you wit', you niggaz get what you get (uhh) Five to the spine, ride now niggaz is dying Money pulled out he was trying, yet to slow wit the iron (uhh) Nuttin but gun firing, blap blap blap blap Cocksucka where it at (what) Open up your back now I can see through your stomach Told stupid muthafucka to stop runnin (uhh, or run in (uhh) To a buck shot, can't duck off shot It's that click click boom you outta luck shot (whoo) Now don't fall to pieces on me, because the piece is on me (uh-huh) He thought the leash was on me, but dog the streets are hungry (uh-huh) And I'ma feed 'em everytime I sing, do my thing Dog gon' bang, bang, bang! Grrrrrrrrr [Chorus 4x] |
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Yo, uhh
Ohh, huh, that's how it's goin down huh? You niggaz hit me like that in the fuckin back? In the fuckin back?! Bitches!! ARF, ARF!! (WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!) This how we do bitch niggaz, f'real [DMX] I'm tryin to let you niggaz know how the fuck it's goin dizzy When it comes to that flow (YO!) I gets busy Dog don't care get, bear like grizzly Boom boom boom! ATF, who the fuck is he? Dog is the nigga that's gon' walk through the night Park the car twenty blocks away and walk to the fight (WHAT?!) And go where the fuck I want cause New York is alright The dog is alright, if the hawk is on sight Everything from "Get at Me Dog" to "What's My Name?" (woo!) X got a rep, niggaz trust my name Ain't never been a nigga to discuss my fame (WHAT?!) Fuck my fame, nigga, what's my name? (WHAT?!) I'ma keep it real no, matter what it cost me Never one to be taken lightly or softly Dog, I don't know you please back the fuck up off me Before I have him, cause I popped you tryin to off me [Chorus 2X: DMX] So don't walk too fast or talk too much Cause y'all niggaz is ass, and you know whassup Cause y'all niggaz'll blast and we like WHAT?! And my niggaz'll blast and Y'ALL FUCKED UP! [DMX] I done told you niggaz to walk with me, and stand Now who's lookin at me, akwardly? My man But you know who I let talk to me? My fans Take pictures shake hands cause, that's my man It'll be what it is for as long as I let it last Shit niggaz put out? I'd be wrong if I let it past Think that shit is hot bitch, just because you said it fast? (WHAT?!) I'm about to dead it fast, you pumped off unleaded gas (c'mon!) Don't keep goin where you're goin it's a dead end 'fore a nigga catch you at the door tryin to get it Key tryin to fit in, fo'-pound spittin Get what you put in (WHAT?!) bullshit forbidden (WHAT?!) Stop talkin wreckless, cause - y'all don't mean it (woo!) Y'all better respect this, cause - y'all don't seen it (woo!) Y'all better check this cause I'm gon' bring it Bring it? I don't think y'all really wanna see it! [Chorus] [DMX] Aiyyo why do niggaz run they mouth, when they ain't bout it? (uh-huh) Ain't "Ryde or Die" but, stay wantin to shout it (uh-huh) Stay pullin the thing out but what you gon' do without it? No, I wanna know f'real, what you gon' do without it? (f'real!) We done tested y'all niggaz, the rest of y'all niggaz Threatened y'all niggaz, STRAIGHT UP, double vested y'all niggaz And it was ONLY out of love that we protect y'all niggaz And because of a nigga in jail, we respected y'all niggaz But [Chorus - 1/2] [DMX] Be careful where you walkin cause the ground's real shaky Nigga hold the fo' but PLEASE don't make me Please don't mistake me, make me, angry (WHAT?!) Love me or hate me (WHAT?!) niggaz can't break me (c'mon!) [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
Grrrrrrr.. uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
UHH! Fourth motherfuckin time baby (WHAT?) Out the gate! (uh-huh) You motherfuckers can't be serious (you can't be serious) You thought I'd let you have this shit (WHAT?) YOU THOUGHT THIS RAP SHIT WAS YOURS? (UH-UH! Uh-uh!) You motherfuckers done lost your mind (uh-huh) For real - get the fuck outta here with that bullshit I'm about to let y'all niggaz know, how it's goin dizzy baby Uhh, uhh, UHH, UHH, UH! School Street, School Street, home of the brave Suckers actin like they want it, ends up in the grave (c'mon!) I'm DMX but my, name ain't Dave (uh) Step to my title and I'll crash yo' wave Buildin #80 (uh-huh) used to L-I-V-E (uh-huh) Come through on the, late night tip and you could see me (uhh!) Coolin with D-Nice and Box, my man (WHAT?!) M.R., my number one fan (WHAT?!) Small Paul, Mike Lou, native New Yorkers Chase a.k.a. Kenny, and Chuckie Walters (UH!) Black Shawn, Black Tim and Black Darren (woo!) Black Tyrone, Black Al and Black Baron (woo!) Rob and Carlos, Jersey and Dink (UH!) James Weldon with the, cuban link (c'mon!) Little Nick, Tony Koch, and Ollie (uh-huh) Remember (?) when they used to fuck with Holly? (yeah!) Abby and Blue, B-Boyin Shawn Bill Smith, Nick Bird, Scoop and Shawan (UH!) Can't forget Long, Paris, Tone and Donny (WHAT?!) Adman to Steve, Fat Reggie, and Ronnie Black Lonnie, D-Mack, and Michael {*BLAM*} Ha ha! A.K.A. Psycho (WHAT?!) Me and Nick Styles used to get piles of cash (c'mon!)My man Reg kept a jammy in the stash (c'mon!) Aiyyo Flocko, Doug and Jerome (uh-huh!) It won't be long before Ice comes home Nate Karasha, Bin, Buck G's, Bashir, don't give a fuck! (WHAT?!) Little Joe, kickin like Chuck Norris (WHAT?!) Most of all I can't forget my man Forrest (WHAT?!) Fourteen K Alfie, Bubbles Bo (UH!) Ralph (?), Smooth and Derenzo (WHAT?!) The old school with Money Mark and Red Mack (yeah!) Kool Breeze, Dry Kool, and Kangol Jack (uh-huh!) David Earl, Jeff Kato, and Dylan Peace to Mike Coleman (WHAT?!) heard the brother's chillin (woo!) Little niggaz, like Big Joe and Nutty Eighty-eight Dave Dan, the Peanut gettin money Tweety Bird, Big Monty and Docky (UH!) His brother Chico Red Mask Brother Hockey (UH!) Gots to give a shoutout, to the deceased (aight?) Little Monty and Paso, rest in peace Yo I remember all that, cause I was there School Street got shit sewn up all the way to the square (WHAT?!) No one would dare even, stop to stare (UH!) Cause they know we don't care and we don't play fair (UH-HUH!) Yeah, School Street is schoolin (WHAT?!) Fuck what you heard, nigga School Street duelin (WHAT?!) Who you think you foolin you'll end up in yo' grave (c'mon!) Fuckin with School Street, home of the brave (woo!) Motherfucker, now you know.. where I'm from.. where it's at.. WHAT?! Motherfucker get got! {*rapid gun blasts*} Bitch-ass nigga.. home of the brave {*BLAM*} |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
*삐* Thursday, June 28th, two, oh-two, A.M. "I just called you and you said Domino's Pizza but, and you said you were on your way but there's just one problem, I'm all the way to fuckin Rochester, New York. Wrong ho!" [DMX] Uhh, yo yo Yo, not this shit again Dog gon' be a dog, y'knahmean? Motherfuckin dog! Don't GET a dog, you can't take care of a dog Gotta take care of the dog, y'know? Y'know? Take it easy lady, y'know? Uh-huh Give me a motherfuckin break - will ya? Shorty was the bomb, brownskin honey with a little dough Come to find out she was a little ho, but still yo I pushed up, shorty had that ass like BLA-DOW Had me schemin on how, I could get that now Was like GIRLFRIEND (what?!) let me drop a bug in yo' ear She was mine cause I told her what she wanted to hear Was like yeah, she knew how it was goin down She said page me, code zero, cause I know you get around Didn't have a man but even if she did DEAD Cause my game is tight like a stocking cap on a nigga's head I said - we'll get up like nine or somethin Don't act like, when I say that ass is mine I'm frontin That night was right, she let me get that, hit that Rip that, bounce it off the walls, flip that But only, one thing went wrong, the rubber bust But I didn't fuss cause dog, shorty was the bomb! [후렴: DMX가 노래] Shortyyyy, UH! We only did it for that niiiight But maaan the pussy was good (uh-huh) But shorty's fuckin up my liiife, fuckin up my life Shortyyyy, UH! We only did it for that niiiight (just one motherfuckin night man!) But maaan the pussy was good (was gooder than a motherfucker, I ain't gon' front) But shorty's fuckin up my liiife (uh-huh) C'mon ma, give me a break [DMX] A few days later, I hit her up, just to keep it real (aight) Was like - whassup Boo, how you been, how you feel? (aight) She said - aight, but my friend's kinda late Today's the 13th, and it shoulda been here on the 8th I'm like - f'real?! Don't stress it, it'll come It better, cause I can't afford another, little one She said - neither can I, I said - cool cause I got mad shit to do and you still goin to school So at least we had the same thing in mind (uh-huh) Not to have this kid and, everything would be fine, BUT, I was blind to the fact that she was settin me up, for the kill (c'mon) Damn, why wasn't she, on the pill? And I still, would check on her like, once a week Sometimes I hit it, sometimes I didn't, but shorty was a freak And whenever I would speak on the baby Shorty would be like - I ain't havin this kid, is you crazy? [후렴: DMX가 노래] But shortyyyy, UH! We only did it for that niiiight (man listen man, one motherfuckin night) But maaan the pussy was good (I ain't gon' front, pussy was good as a motherfucker) But shorty's fuckin up my liiife (Oh MAN this bitch is a fuckin HEADACHE!) fuckin up my life Shortyyyy, UH! (Shorty was definitely a bomb dog) We only did it for that niiiight (One motherfuckin night, AND I was drunk) But maaan the pussy was good (The pussy, MAN! Let me tell you) But shorty's fuckin up my liiife (Dog, this bitch is a problem) C'mon ma, give me a break [DMX] By now, wasn't lookin too good Cause she wasn't doin things that she told me she would Like gettin the price checked out for what we had to do And it goes up another yard for every month after two and a half I had to laugh out of frustration (WHAT?!) Now she's fo' months, I'm ready to hit the bus station (man) If I was, still on that shit it woulda made me rob her Told her friends - DMX? Yeah that's my baby's father (uh-oh) Her lil' stomach is shown (uh-huh) so now the heat is on Maybe she'll see the light, if I start to treat her wrong Like if she thought that if she kept the baby she would keep me (what?) So I played the game on her level, got sneaky (aight?!) Let her have the kid, she said it was premature (uh-huh) Found out, she was six months, when she said she was four (uh-huh) So I left her with the pressure on the next man's arm But she'll be aight, cause shorty was the bomb (f'real) [후렴] But shortyyyy, UH! (was the bomb) We only did it for that niiiight (I mean what, one fuckin night? C'mon ma) But maaan the pussy was good (man she sucked a mean dick) But shorty's fuckin up my liiife (Now this bitch won't stop callin, what the fuck man?) Fuckin up my life Shortyyyy, UH! (She was kinda cute though) We only did it for that niiiight (All it takes is one night man, haha) But maaan the pussy was good (mmm-mm-mmm!) But shorty's fuckin up my liiife (This bitch, has got to go) C'mon ma, give me a break |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
Sometimes I wonder what life's about
Sometimes I wonder why the lights are out Sometimes I wonder why I like to shout Sometimes I wonder, what the lies are about Sometimes I see things I shouldn't have seen Sometimes I wonder why, I'm a hood and a fiend Sometimes I look at what I've become and cry Sometimes I get on that BULLSHIT and be ready to die Sometimes a nigga that's yo' man might get it Sometimes even though it's sweet, if you ain't wit it Sometimes the pain is too much to BEAR Sometimes it RAINS too much to care Sometimes if you, don't watch yo' back it'll cost you Sometimes you wonder, who would give a FUCK if they lost you Yet sometimes the sun shines around the clock But sometimes it's dark, and hell is hot |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
Father God I am just learning how to pray, so bear with me
First I thank you for the life of everyone that's here with me Then I thank you for the love you give me, why? I don't know; I don't deserve it, and it hurts inside Many a nights I cried, and called your name out loud But didn't call you when I was doin good, I was too proud And STILL you gave me love, I wasn't used to that Most of the people that gave me love, they ended up takin it back That's somethin new to me, so I'm askin you for time to adjust Let me make it there, I will be one you can trust What I stand for, I put my life on, I DO! I guess what I'm askin is - show me how to stand for you And I will RAP for you, SING for you, PREACH for you, TEACH for you REACH for you - I will love you like you love me, unconditionally And I will ALWAYS be prepared, for whatever the mission'll be GIVE THE NUTRITION TO ME, and I'll properly digest it And when I give it back, I'll show you word well invested And whenever I go, BEFORE I GO, let me give Thanks to you Lord, my birth, for every day that I've lived You gave me a love most of my life I didn't know was there IN THE NAME OF JESUS! I give you my life, cause you care |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
WHAT!
UHH! WHAT! C'MON! [HOOK:] AYO! Bounce to that Trina Moe Niggas about to blow Bouncin straight out the door Here we go, here we go [Verse 1] Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight Only dogs eatin is us we snatch all plates Err, ERR! ERR! Get him boy Click, click, pop the leash, hit him boy Niggas brag about waggin, we stop the tails X drop an album, niggas droppin sales Niggas can't fuck with the dog, forget about it Money went up against the dog, read about it Man listen, you cats better walk easy I'm on some positive shit but I still walk greasy aint nothin changed, still aint sweet stand on one block, but I own the whole street and on the whole street is dirty niggas wit funny moves leavin your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes rest of them ass kissers, is sensitive ass niggas fourth album, and I still get in that ass nigga [HOOK 2X] [Verse 2] It's Dark and Hell is Hot, Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood And Then There Was X Got niggas like what's next and then Hit 'em again, you cats aint never gon' win I was here before most of y'all careers were born I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong Difference between right and wrong is me Niggas talk shit, but you can't MC we already know how much your watch is worth talk about, helpin the hurt, savin the church won't you brag about helpin out where you come from and give brothers a job that really want one gotta think about that shit you said, you don't mean it I done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen it most of you cats is type funny but when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon get type ugly [HOOK 2X] [Verse 3] man I'm already knowin, like y'all niggas is knowin you can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin, WHAT! seein is believin and well, let's just see I aint even gon' speak, one million the first week aight, let's ask the streets, how many sold? WHAT? Three niggas, three months to go gold? c'mon esse, keep it real holmes you fuckin with the dog, you already know this aint nothin new, fuck is you mad at 15 million, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah rest assured, I'm best abroad you can test Billboard, cuz the, rest are frauds I got 18 years under my belt, rappin let me see, you was three, I was, makin it happen next time we bump heads don't be hard headed show some motherfuckin respect bitch, or you'll all get it [HOOK 2X] |
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from Dmx - The Great Depression (2001)
Uh uh uh uh
Bring it What We right here We're not going any where We right here This is ours and We don't share We right here Bring your crew cause We don't care We right here Uh uh uh One more time I gots to hit the streets off make the streets talk Let'em know it ain't a sweet walk This gone be The only joint made this year that'll knock'til 2003 And y'all gone see That the hottest nigga out there was is and will be me Just like that I can go away for a minute do some other shit but bounce right back and when it's on I'm come in strapped with some shit that'll spit from dusk till dawn And when you gone Ain't no come in back in the morning like that shit was a dream Nigga you gone That's for real Creep niggas like a seal totin steel stick a nigga make him squeal Oh my God Those can't be the last words of ya man damn ya man was so hard Come on Bring it What We right here We're not going any where We right here This is ours and We don't share We right here Bring your crew cause We don't care We right here Uh uh uh Here we go again How many million did my last one sell Fuck it I'm going for ten This never gone stop and every fucking time I hit you it's goin straight to the top of the charts The champion I'm a thoroughbred my blood is strong and I scratch'til you done Cross the line And ain't no more scratches after that straight up niggas is dyin Yo what the fuck Is you cats doing running around like this like you won't get stuck Yo that's my word I stay giving it to niggas and I stay not really being heard But y'all gone see That the same things thouse done to them will be done to thee And then you'll know That sometimes though you come thru the front you leavin out the backdo' Come on Bring it What We right here We're not going any where We right here This is ours and We don't share We right here Bring your crew cause We don't care We right here Uh uh uh Bring the noise And you better come with niggas you don't give a fuck about Cause you gone lose your boys Cause we don't play And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with something to say Dog for life Whether I'm on or off the leash I bite streets are my life Click click boom Another life taken too soon another mother had a funeral Still waters run deep And the pain is forever alive inside makes it hard to sleep But I keep going going Shit I'm always careful when I walk I'm always seein knowing The dog gone live Stay walking the wire over the fire when I can I give The dog is good And how it's stayin dog gone fuck with the hood The dog fuck with the wood Bring it What We right here We're not going any where We right here This is ours and We don't share We right here Bring your crew cause We don't care We right here Uh uh uh Bring it What We right here We're not going any where We right here This is ours and We don't share We right here Bring your crew cause We don't care We right here Uh uh uh We right here Uh uh uh We right here Uh uh uh We right here Uh uh uh We right here Uh uh uh We right here Uh uh uh We right here Uh uh uh |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-10-23
Subject : DMX - Grand Champ (Def Jam,2003)
