[DMX] (DJ Clue) {DMX`s background vocal`s}
(Whaaaat!)
When its on {Uhh}
Its on {Huh-uh}
You motherfuckers done lost your mind!
Its another one of those
Ahh man (New DMX!)
Another one of them, Clue slash X joints {What!} (Who`s Next!)
Another one of them off the motherfucking hook joints
{Ahh you motherfuckers done lost your mind}
Bulldog, call a bulldog! (Whaaaat!)
When I creep through
Niggas is see through
Just like negligee {Uhh}
Ain`t no talkin cause there ain`t much that the dead can say
Long as I`m walking I be strappin my dogs {Uhh} (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 {Uhh}
Chose to be foes and {Huh-uh}
Bet his man knows
But yo, we only get stronger {Uhh}
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 {Uhh!}
Strapped for the show down {Uhh!}
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 {Uhh}
The way I laid this nigga
Played this nigga
But thats what I`m good at {Huh-uh}
Layin niggas out in fightin` pits and fuckin` hoodrats(Ha ha!)
Where`s my fuckin` hood at? {Whoo!}
Cripple niggas like switches {Uhh!}
Rip on niggas like bitches {Uhh!}
Then pour niggas in ditches {Uhh!}
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 motherfucker droppin` shit
Chorus: DMX {DMX background vocal`s}
If it ain`t ruff it ain`t me {Uhh, c`mon}
If it ain`t ruff it ain`t D {Uhh}
M to the X
Most y`all niggas is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*)
Next?!
Chorus
[DMX] (DJ Clue) {DMX`s background vocal`s}
Plenty of niggas know dirty is how I do `em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right through `em
Cause ain`t none of y`all muh`fuckers built for war
And I lay down the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the door
Fuck 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 fuck out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin 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
[DMX] (DJ Clue)
(DJ Clue!)
Niggas won`t creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would be
The Professional Part 2!
Muh`fucker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (Fat shout - my nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)
