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From Light it Up soundtrack


Uh, it's that real shit yo
Grrr!

1 - Can't stop
Gotta eat
Stepping on, my feet
Spread love, think it's sweet
Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know

Repeat 1

Yeah baby, shit's about to jump off and
Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north
Been like three years since when got knocked
Since he got caught
Punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it
Kept a nigga straight with money in the books
And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks
Took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight
Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate
Our estate was the next move for me
Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months
Cause when it's on, it's on
He didn't care
It's like slow down baby
The money ain't going nowhere
Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it
The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on)
You gotta watch a nigga just coming home in a game
Cause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grain

Repeat 1 (2x)

I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled
What is strange is the change that niggaz go through
When they're locked down and really can't hack it
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like 'Yo, why you killed Mike, D?'
Wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to him
Used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him
Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in VA
Cause the money comes quick
Half of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him (damn)
But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him (damn)
Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further
Ain't heard from him in two months, murder, murder
And from the next flight thinking I might have to steal something
This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (come on)

Repeat 1 (2x)

Listen, money is missing and it's hectic (what?)
Found the safe, checked it
Shit looks detected (what?)
Just what I expected when I got no word from him
Asked around but ain't nobody heard from him (uh-huh)
But money talks and most niggaz is snakes
So it wasn't long before his man was ready to take
Me to where he was at, checked my gat
Threw in a four clip, pumped myself up
Cause I can't go for that bullshit (come on)
Fuckin' with my last load of cash ain't the issue
It's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you
Takin' back for niggaz in New York and how they told me so
Now I got to knock his boots, he owes me dough
Layin' up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob story (come on)
The famous 'Oh you didn't know I got robbed!' story (come on)
Told it's to me he should be grateful to
Fuck that bitch! Look at what she made you do
Now there's love lost and a double cross
Pointed at that bitch, turned her braids into sauce
So you wanna be with him (uh) and talk to me like I'm silly (yeah)
Five bottle of Mo on the floor, boxes of phillys (uh)
Ten g's in the shoebox under the bed
And for every g I put a fuckin' slug in his head
And from then, the moral of the story if you missed it
Is the grand is always gonna be there
Just never go against it

Repeat 1 (2x)

You cats must not know

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
Repeat(1x)

Now who i am is who i'll be until i die, either accept it or don't fuck with
It
But if we gon' be dogs then you stuck with it!
Let me go my way but walk with me
See what i see, watch me then, talk with me.
Share my pain, make it a little easier to deal with it
Cause despite all the fame you i'm a keep it real with it (true)!
Rob and steal withcha' dog nigga what
Ride till we die, on till it's up.
Love is love and i enjoy the love,
But when it's conflict then it destroys the love.
You can't toy with love, niggas take to the heart
You ain't gon' find too many niggas willing to, bark in the dark.(come on!)
Keep your head from the start, don't fuck it up now,
Later on they be hit like, fuck it how??
You my dog and i die for you, keep it like that,
Give me unconditional love, and i give it right back.

Chours: repeat 2x

Most niggas make movies, but niggas like us make it happen'
The shit we used to do never thought we would make it rappin'.
But now we here, at the same place at the same time,
And got jokes cause now niggas get it, with the same rhyme.
Yeah niggas is living comfortable, cause life is all good
But one thing we must remember, is that life is all hood.
And the casket's all wood and we all take there one day,(shit)
Shit today is sunday we both can be there on monday.
Life is funny like that, what bug the fuck out,
Sometimes i take it to the church in terms of thug the fuck out.
Niggas get dropped the fuck out they boots, violatin' families rules
Motherfucker stay in your shoes!
Now see what you need to do, is chill shorty
'body please come and get him before i, kill shorty.
I will do for my niggas as they would do for me
Bust a faggot like you for free.
Come on!

Chours: repeat 2x

I'm always surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas i fuck wit is thugs nigga what.
Blood in blood out ???? homes,???? homes
When we smoke them chromes, and how we broke them bones.
While the last niggas is ass niggas,
The skimask niggas to trash niggas they ass niggas pussy.
And half you cats can't even flow,
And when i hear y'all niggas around my head, well you know.
But that's a whole 'nother issuse, right now we own this
We keep spittin' like this, how the fuck we gon' miss?
Cause the camp is strong, and the stamp is strong
Double love motherfucker keep the casketes flowing.
You done got yourself, caught up in some shit you can't handle
And you know i can't stand you, you'r man too.
This one time i'ma letta dog be a dog,
But i'ma see you in the ringing when it's on then it's on.

Chorus: repeat 2x

Dog nigga what?
On till it's up
Where's my dog?
Uh,uh there's my dog.(repeat 1x)

4, 3, 2, 1

[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] i'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no doubt
[redman] aiyyo watch yo mouth!

[redman] aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[ll cool j] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon meth-tical come and get some

[method man]
Playin my position, hot nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs, now i'm trippin
On mc's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu

[redman]
Aiyyo i put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin christian to a certified sinner
The bomb i release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up i was hittin your ex hoe
Shit i kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit i'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When i approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like i shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, i love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[canibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, i start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then i'll call your bluff
Like, "yo, how many rhymes you got?" i think i'll go on
For more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when i confront ya
Nigga, i call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
Get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? i'm already doin a hundred
When i'm blunted and i give it to any nigga that want it

[dmx]
Stay out the dark, cause if i catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or i'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what i say when i tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
So i can hit you up on front teeth, you think i'm sweet?
Want heat? one deep, leave him behind, front seat

[redman] aiyyo, one [meth] two [red] three [meth] four
[red] five [meth] six [red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
[method] shine like heaven
Seven [red] six [meth] five [red] four
[meth] three [red] two [meth] one
[redman] come on mr. smith, come get some!

[ll cool j]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords i swing the excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("ll cool j is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with mike
Swingin at ken griffey or challengin roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur mc's
Don't you know i'm like the dream team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle i'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And i'm daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
Ll cool j nigga, greatest of all time

Intro: Styles:
What! Niggaz can't fuck with us
DMX:
Get at me dog. My niggaz
Styles:
That's my word!

Verse One: DMX

I'm the type to kick back and look at shit,
'cause crooked shit gets me amped
And what you don't know, will get you locked in sleep away camp.
Grand champ and raise more hell, than a Sorrel
See you at the peephole, bustin' at the doorbell
Though I wasn't coming without mine
You put me on the front line because you doubt mine
Bet your and lost yours, you come to get your I tossed yours
And it cost yours, fuck y'all niggaz stupid, I'm the boss dog
What more dirt must I do, plus my crew
Busts at you, and you be like "What's that oooh"
What's that Clue, do I bring the noise what
Destroy these mutts, is these niggaz toys or what
Bring all the pretty niggaz thinking they shitty, what a pity
Lemme show them niggaz shitty some pity, but for fifty
A motherfucker will get a bullet to hum to him, put the gun to him
Hit 'em with something that comes to him, bet it runs through him
Look at what I done to him, no more smiles
Got the whole top half of his head, running wild
But you don't hear me though, so I turn out the lights
We can take it to the streets dog, turn off the mics
If you want war, then you want more, than you can stand
And this 44, will leave you with your dick in the sand
Who the man, and now you cats know for real
Get at me dog, (bark), what the deal

Verse Two: Styles

Y'all niggaz fucking with the L.O.X.
Your stuck on a rock
Got that Alcatraz flow
You just don't know
Lifetime kid caged in blazin'
Any type of rapper or federal agent
Paniro the made man, blade man
Stand up type of guy, your living a lie
Niggaz wanna be pretty and fly but kiddies will die
The dogs run the city, bet fifty on mine
Two grams for you to sniff, how silly am I
Got a lot of jokes don't, kill yo ass won't I
Maybe not if the spot is filled up with po 9
Many niggaz get it confused, blame the rules
Only ask the how's not the who's
Better off busting your tool, then we might get the crew
But as far as rap goes, you a motherfucking fool
If you don't want chips, you should have stayed in school
You and 8-ball nigga, you wanna play pool
I'll put you in the side pocket, look at the size of my rocket
Styles don't lie, cop the work then clock it
Boxes full of boots, jeans, suits and watches
Niggaz don't pump if they can't make a profit
Stop it, before we pull it back then cop it
Vacant lot niggaz come through then we lock it
(WHAT, WHAT, WHAT)

Verse Three: Jadakiss

With no glocks I'm in your town with five locks
Take five blocks, come back with five trucks, with knots
It's the L.O.X, three niggaz that listen and watch
And nigga you know, whenever we spit, it's hot
It be that new flow, my niggaz, fly niggaz
Always high niggaz, ready to die niggaz
As far as I'm hearing, y'all doing a lot of comparing
Lemme get the one clearance like a sample
'Kiss is the champ and I know that you don't wanna get stamped
Left somewhere cramp, so when it rains, you get damp
Niggaz is done, since poppy raised his son
When bringing in drums, to bring all g's to bums
Whether you can flow or not ain't the issue
You don't Jay to kiss you, his lyrics pierce the gristle
Take a puff then a swig
Think about how I'm gonna
hold it down for Big, my motherfucking nig
Your money is low, and your flow been late
While I be coming through with new shit with tint plates
The only higher than money, is respect
The only thing hotter than my click, is a tek
So when I hit you with these last bars around your neck
You gonna know never to fuck around with L-O-X nigga
(WHAT, YEAH)

Verse Four: Sheek Luchion

My bank account be doubling
While you niggaz stay in trouble and
L.O.X. stay fly
Three niggaz jig-I
Shit you never seen before, Feds hit the repo law
Kingpin, 10 mil. each of us popular
It's Sheek baby
Chicks hate to see me on the Soul Train
With Don Cornelius
And all they got is alias
To work with
To catch Sheek, y'all niggaz besta work quick
Now that I'm eating right, plus living well
So nowadays when I burp, it's fettucini you smell
Ain't that right poppa-san, used to push a Nissan
With a black master full 850 full suspension
While you collect your pension, I ain't worked in years
My stomach is fat from Puerto Rican food, while yours is scarce
Small black haired, chinky-eyed Puerto Rican mama
Keep them laced in the scadda, half the closet on product
I learn things, just by watching y'all niggaz make the wrong moves
Now I know what not to do, to make more than y'all fools
Y'all think we ignorant, 'cause we don't budge unless we benefit
Cats that take the light that's scarce and see what's at the end of it
P.H. me, because a nigga wisks me up in Jake B.
Your shit be so-so, low pro.
On a bus before the cars show
On some old joystick shit, no mirrors
I can see behind me through the cameras
Flip plates, make the whole block go bananas

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

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

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

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

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

[chorus - forte' & dmx]

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

[forte]
Forte' ! (dmx!)

[forte']
Be the hottest!

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

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

[forte']
We got this!

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

[forte' - verse one]

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

[dmx]

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

[chorus 2x]

[20 grand pikasoe - verse two]

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

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

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

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

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

[dmx]

Ungh! ungh! ungh!

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

[chorus - 3x]

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

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

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

[eve]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[DMX]
Wooh
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh, wooh
Come on
Wooh

Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin
But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it
Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on
Now ya mouth got you in some shit
So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas
Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
Once the four four hit'cha
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha
Boy, I'ma get'cha
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin
Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened
All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with

Chorus: DMX

A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back
A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back

[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time
In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine?
left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, thats how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin
House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin
Drinkin ??? fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you
Tie you up for a week starvin you
Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay

Chorus

[DMX]
Uh, uh, uh
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So I gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass
Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet
But ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eat
So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth
'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
Cuz you know why, and you know my
Motherfuckin name up in this game
And bitch, you know I
Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms

Chorus

[chorus]
I say
I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [2x]
Wha-wha wha-wha whaaat

[jayo felony]
I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
When im in texas im bumpin' screw music
With big mike and scarface and luke loop
Me and lil' crook like bo and luke duke
When im in miama i go to scoop luke
To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot
Went to branson, back to back, lex coup
Up in "harlem world" in my timb boots
Two suckers had beef so i watched them shoot
Called up benny rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen t-funk he took is to the fruit
Then he went to the tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat
Slang a cassette to funkmaster flex
And now im bumpin' on east coast tapedecks
Went from swatch to platinum rolex
S.d., jersey we getting more sex
Flow next
Go next

[chorus]
[hook]

Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh [2x]

[method man]
If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
I just begun to peep nightmare on elm street
Release from jones beach to south beach, capeesh?
Kickin dust as i bust, .... peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat
My niggas bring the funk like your grandpa feet
Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
With darts, like hbo watching after dark
No love for a mark, even less for a trick
That wanna be like mike, mike who my ...
Real shit hotness
Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
One time, out for mine, but cant stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So i bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crop scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
Mr. meth, (dmx!)
Im running loco
Motherfucker
[chorus]

[hook]

[dmx]
I got a wicked flow and im gonna kick it yo
Feel the pressure
Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser
Niggas hit me with the best shit then what
I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go ...
Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
The first time you start acting fuckin strange
Best to be ducking range
Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain
I break niggaz like promises
Split em' open like thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesnt mind doing time

[chorus]

[hook]

Play the fucking track!
Play that fucking track!!
Oh there it is
Limp bizkit, dmx, redman, method man
That's right y'all
We just keep on rollin baby
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[hook:]

Move in now move out!
Hands up, now hands down!
Back up! back up!
Tell me what you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now breathe out!
Hands up, now hands down!
Back up! back up!
Tell me what you gonna do now! [c'mon!]
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [uh!]
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [what!]
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [uh!]
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

[fred durst]
Now i know y'all be lovin this shit right here
L i m p bizkit is right here
People in the house put them hands in the air
Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care
See i, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded unfuckable
So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth
Then i'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see you slept after one round wit x
And what am i bringin next, just know it's red and meth
So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up

Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[hook]

[method man]
Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
Check my, dangerous slang atrocious
When i let these nuts hang, focus, it's wu tang
What the fuck's a hootie and the blowfish
I wave my black flag at the roaches
Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, i drink and smoke too much
So what i cuss too much, *shut the fuck up!*

[redman]
Yo, yo, now when we roll
You motherfuckers tuck in your gold
Cuz for the platinum, i'm jackin niggas up in limos
It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what
In high school, i dealt only with the classroom sluts

[method man]
My name is, johnny, donnie, brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
Doc and hot niks, bodies in the mosh pit

[redman]
Yo, and i'm the d.o., you lookin at the raw invented
On friday, i spit 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up, the bathroom like craig paul was in it
Endin up, on your back, wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me i crack 'em all to guinness
Fuck how many thugs, players, and ballers in it
Brick city, shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
Ppppppp p- p- pow!
[aaaaaaaaahh!]
Yo we said c'mon!!

[hook]

[dmx] it just don't get no darker than that kid with the barker
Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark
I'm a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga
Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man tryin to hold your brain to your head
But you'll be shittin on yourslef cuz you already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket
Just get the casket, i really need my ass kicked
My mom never let me forget, that i'm a bastard
I aint never been shit, and aint gon' be shit
That's why i taste shit, whenever i see shit
It's just that d shit, d's short for do what i wanna do
And that's what i'm gonna do, right here in front of you
And i'll be runnin you and your man straight up out
And y'all niggas aint runnin a fuckin thing but your mouth

[dmx bark]
Aaaaaaaahhh!!!

[hook]

[durst]
You, wanna mess with limp bizkit [yeah]
You can't mess with limp bizkit [why?]
Because we get it on, [when?] every day and every night [oh]
See this platinum thing right here? [uh huh]
Well we doin it all the time [what?]
So you better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes [oooh!]
You really, really, really wanna get shit started
Well people everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere just get retarded!

[hook]

That's right baby!
Watch out punk!
Limp bizkit! dmx! method man! redman!
And swizz beatz!
Where the fuck you at?! [dmx bark]
Bump that shit! bump that shit! bump that shit! bump that shit!
Ruff ryders! punk!

The born loser, not because I choose to be
But because all the bad shit happens to me
I got kids, but their mothers don't want them to know me
Sisters used to like me but now they call me 'homie'
Used to have a family, now I'm out on my own
Had to scrap with a pit because I tried to take his bone
Bitches don't like me, they don't kiss me or hug me
They call me 'kill pretty' because I'm mad ugly
I used to get pussy, but I busted off quick
Now I gets none so I gotta beat my dick
Times are hard in the ghetto, I gotta steal for a living
Eating turkey-flavored Now & Laters for Thanksgiving
If that ain't enough, life is rough I swear
I don't have an address so I can't get welfare
They kicked me out the shelter because they said I smelled a
Little like the living dead and looked like Helter Skelter
My clothes are so funky, they're bad for my health
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by themself
Even when I was little nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day
And despite the fact I want all the brothers bees
On my report card, I didn't get F's, I got C's
But for those who choose to snooze
Cause I was born with no hope, I got nothing to lose

The born loser, a title I was branded with
Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with
The Statue of Liberty, but they didn't really have to
Leave my black ass there until the day after
No time for laughter, this shit's for real
Ribs are showing through my back cause I haven't had a meal
In a week, you can see bones in my hands
The raccoons beat me to the garbage cans
I'm starving Marvin, and it shouldn't be like that
The only thing that I'm carving is an alley cat
But sometimes in the daytimes I dream of a Manwich
But all I'm really eating is an oxygen sandwich
For those that don't know, that's two pieces of bread strapped together
Or I'll have a rain sandwich, depending on the weather
Born Loser caught up in the game
And I ain't even got nobody to blame

The Born Loser, yeah, that used to me my M-O
When I couldn't get a soul to listen to my demo
Doors shut in my face until I started jamming them
I'm behind the doors now and I'm the one slamming them
I did what I had to to get where I got
Though I'll admit what I had to do was a lot
I gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shoot
Catching vics just to get a little loot
I thought it was cute and didn't care who knew
Mess around, get in my way and I'll bag you, too
Cause I was born to lose straight from the beginning
In the dugout because I struck out the first inning
Winning was everything, that's why I had to
Ask my man to find the loot, and he said 'I'd be glad to'
Now who needs a major label? We got our own
I'm the Divine Master of the Unknown
Ain't nothing changed, I'm the same as before
When oppoertunity knocked I just answered the door
Criminal at heart even though I don't show it
I was always a winner but I just didn't know it

Uhh, that's some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (motherfuckers ain't never seen
Nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh..
Uhh! busta rhymes
What?! uhh, dmx nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so i'm leary
Kinda eerie what i'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when i starved
I was ugly, so i robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to god once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one i knew that i respected (why?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what i was livin was a lie
If i ain't shit then, why should i try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought i did what i could, but i guess it, wasn't enough
The devil told me it would happen but i kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)

[chorus: busta rhymes]

(why?) all my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that i curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse;
Let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because i walk the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)

[jay-z]
They say the good die young, in the hood where i'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am i here?
I look to the air, i ask god, "love me please,"
But in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, i'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told i'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit i was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them o's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
Tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what i speak,
This ain't your average ordinary jargon
Weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of busta, 'x and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz

[chorus w/ minor variations]

[busta rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like i respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your fubu sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit i believe
And rep for everything i stand for
With every single breath i breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, i'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
Cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know i cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!

[chorus w/ minor variations]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuhgidabowdit

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

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

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

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

[hook:]

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

[hook:]

[dogs barking]

[cam'ron]
Uh, let me tell you somethin
Act your age, and i ain't even, matta fact, listen to me
Let me tell you somethin

Aaayyyyoooow!

Don't make me come at y'all, y'all don't wanna brawl
Make me run at y'all gun at y'all, take it all run it all
Actually there's a front it all lemme talk to y'all
Done it all y'all ain't even begun to ball
Winter, spring, summer, fall
The cream still stackin if the fiends still crackin
You the same one cryin, for that billy jean jacket black fever
Pussy ass, don't smoke no pot neither
Mommy take care of your high fever neighborhood watch leader
Close the drapes up, make the tape duct tape your face up
I fuck wit more powder, then makeup get em laced up
P doe, have a party for the brother
15 minutes, but i feel sorry for your mother
I kill like the greats did
Had a state bid for stashin little nate
(he was only eight) but i hate kids i know all parents think they experts
But yo my tec bursts is death spurts wet hearts and guess shirts, what!

[dmx]
Uh, uh, uh
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Aaayyyyoooow! lets get it on baby (what) cause i'm ready to start
Take the locks of the cage cause i'm ready to bark
And niggaz gonna know when it's on for the heart
Niggaz gonna go when it's on motherfuckers mad trucks you know
They feelin' it i'm flippin' it to niggaz
Got them thinkin' that they real in it
You hear that but don't go near that you better fear that
You was the one that wanted to have the house wit the the pool right
Where it at rrrrrrrrrrrrrr! don't make me bite you
I used to fuck wit yo' sista don't make me fight
You see how i play wit it but stay wit it i'm ok with it
I'll do it, but he will be the nigga that they say did it
What you don't know is gonna get you fucked up
And when you don't roll it's gonna get you stuck up
Niggaz want what (what), thats what i thought
Dark man baby, x for short

What, what, what, uh, what, what, uh, what, what

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Aaayyyyoooow!

[dmx] runnin around niggaz like circles i hurt you
"did i do that?" just like urkel i jerk you
[cam] yo, aiyyo, it's harlem world ny yo what try yo luck
But i know what niggaz won't know how you're stuck
Body right beside your truck, what
[dmx] but they're screamin' i'm screamin' but they're screamin' ice creamin
They should have fuckin' known there was no such thing as an ice demon
[cam] aiyyo, you dogs don't play wit me i'll beat yo' ass from a to z
Bag you up like a & p dmx n' kfc
[dmx] bench nigga i'm a bless niggaz wit my slugs stress niggaz
I'm a wet niggaz wit my thugs
[cam] yo, yo, aiyyo when niggaz like to act ain't no wonder
I creep aiyyo don't make me put your ass nigga, under my feet
[dmx] ha ha, hold me down baby bark at your dog
Let me know if it's real walk in the fog
[cam] and then we hit 'em
[dmx] slap 'em
[cam] click 'em
[dmx] cap 'em
[cam] stick 'em
[dmx] tap 'em
[both] motherfuckers all know how we have 'em, what!

[dogs barking]

[dmx]

Where my dogs at? (what)
Uh, where my dogs at? (what, uh)
Uh, where my dogs at? (what)
Cam, my nigga
Aaayyyyoooow!

[cam'ron]

Dmx, cam'ron, def jam, untertainment, what
Aaayyyyoooow!

From Belly soundtrack

[DMX - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag

UHH! This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!

[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
for deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

[Lennox speaking - movie dialogue]
Who wan' test me, c'mon!
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun

[Nas Escobar]
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
to get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat 2X)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)

[DMX and Lakid {dialogue}]
There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you

[DMX]
Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
one more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall

Chorus

From Chef Aid - The South Park Album


[ODB]
Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a give a shout out to my niggas
I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-body, fuck that
Big Baby Jesus in the mother fucking house
Know what I'm sayin'?

[DMX]
Unh, come on
I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
Blood bath went I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out over a dirty look
I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and alot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this
Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be runnin' this

[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne]
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be runnin' this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)
Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)

[Ozzy Osborune]
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open doors again, I'm still afraid of you (straight up, mother fucker)
Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew (come on)
Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)
Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on)
I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme (come on)
If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I'm through (come on)
And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you (Dirt Dog in effect)

[Chorus]

[ODB]
ahhhh, yi yi yi yi (come on)

[Chorus]

[ODB]
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
What you mother fuckers invented
Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented
ha ha ha ha ha
Most know, don't front on Ol' Dity Bastard
ha ha ha ha
I call on Jesus
There's no obstacles that you have to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This is real, this is elementary dear
Elementary, Watson, Elementary
ahhhhh
I ain't no pictue on your fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many lightening bulbs do it take to light up a fuck mode?
Brothers, people, you'd better get the fuck off of me
We don't need it, it gets more ugly
Fools tryin' to bust their ass
Tryin' to get away from me when I said my real name
I call myself in the niggas butthole
All the same, all the same, all the same

[Ozzy Osborune]
Ain't nowhere to run
Ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go
Reaper saved your soul

[ODB]
ahhh yi yi yi yi
What, mother fucker?
Don't try to psychology my shit, mother fucker
'cause you'll never psychology it, mother fucker
Never, never, never, mother fucker, never

[intro]
That "t" would help though
Here we go again
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all, check it out y'all
Straight y.o. mother fuckers

Now days cats and middleman, little man, ain't controlling shit
Talk about holding bricks, but ain't holding dick
Niggas talk real slick, but that's about it
Soon as i see 'em headed my way, i cut them off quick
Must you beat me in my head everytime i come through?
It's shit like, everybody tells me i sound just like you
But you got me, got me? and you can't live without me
If i wasn't dmx, you wouldn't give a fuck about me
Ain't about "dog i wanna be just like you"
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what i do, just in your own way
Shit, i get niggas that ride big every fuckin' day (i-ight?)
If you got talent, talent is yours, it can't be mine
And it take you where it's gon' take you, it'll be fine
Let me hit 'em with the rewind
Do you and i'll do me
To me you'll see how real you'll be

[1] - do you - cuz what it boils down to it's true
Do you - cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - is that really what you want me to see
Do you - cuz i'mma do me, truley

Do you - cuz what it boils down to, it's true
Do you - cuz you are held accountable for you
Do you - is that really what you want me to see
Do you - cuz i'mma do me, truley

Hey yo dog, i got lyrics
Hey yo dog, i got beats (word)
Damn, is this the type of shit i gots to put up with in the streets?
Used to be able to walk, not have to talk to nobody
Everywhere i go it's like i bring the whole party
It ain't about tryin' to follow or tryin' to be like
But if we all see it through the eyes of the lord, we see a light (c'mon)
Just let me get a hold of the mic, i'll teach you a little something
Now the good things that go wrong because of a little frontin'
Express yourselves, be who you are, umm umm, you're a shining star
You don't even know what you got inside
How the fuck you gon' find out, you keep wanting to ride
Hey yo, i ain't gon' let it slide no more
You're best to go for what you know
Can't do you, then what you flow for
You ain't gon' get there tryin' to be me, dog
Look through your eyes, see what you see

[repeat 1]

Like fuck it, you wanna be me? here's what you do
Grow up neglected by both parents and still pull through
You gots to come up fucked up, get treated like shit
Then have your mother's new boyfriend smack you like a bitch turn into a killer,
Don't carry shottie
Cuz the way it's goin' down right now, you gon' kill somebody
Get a dog, walk the streets, learn what you need to learn
Better have a cause but because you'll get burned
You got 15 years without ever coming out
And beat your fist at the world and what they talkin' about
Then get locked up every two years
For two years keep it real, hold back all tears, face your fears
Become a man before your time, rap but live out your rhymes
Let 'em know what's on your mind, then you'll get your shine
In time, everything you hear will come true
But you won't be doin' me, you'll be doin' you

[repeat 1 until fade]

Live and learn
Life is a lesson
And I'm gonna teach it

First I'm gonna crawl, then I'm gonna walk
Then I'm gonna stand, then I'm gonna talk
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz

Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave my way (What!)
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
They wanna send me, when we use to be friendly
Think I started off on top with two platinum albums?
Naw dog, I started off from the block
I just did shit and did shit (Ugh!)
Niggaz always knew I was down to hit shit so I stayed rich (What!)
Played with shit but it wasn't a game; first time locked down (Ugh!)
It wasn't the same, the whole fuckin' world, couldn't quite close the steel
Niggaz get split for real, miss some good meal (Damn)
Called nobody but don't nobody care
They got my back against the walls
Fuck it, I'm just here

1- First I'm gonna crawl, then I'm gonna walk
Then I'm gonna stand, then I'm gonna talk
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach

First I'm gonna crawl, then I'm gonna walk
Then I'm gonna stand, then I'm gonna talk
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz

Dog, it's like this: when the fog is tight thick, a nigga might flip
And a nigga write quick, but I stay focus to what's important (What's that?)
Supportin' my family, fucking with my dogs and record
According to the man upstairs, we all got our own problems
So you- stop worrying about bail (Aight)
Learned a long time ago, look away and niggaz will leave you
I hear no, speak no, see no evil
All I can do is teach you what I know, how I flow
how I get down, where I go (What!)
Maybe what I been through or send you somewhere I've been (Where?)
Dreams go out the window, I love my people, all of my people (Ugh)
And God gonna keep me callin' my people (Ugh)
You gots to live life to the fullest
Ain't always about the size of the gun so time is the bullet

Repeat 1

Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I hold my death (Ugh) all for as long as I can
Know my man (What!) plottin' with a chrome in his hand
Holdin' me back, niggaz gettin' shady over money
MY NIGGA! Pull out the 380 over money (Damn)
Really over money, can't do without it
I got other shit to deal with, I'm like forget about it
It's when I don't know with much tease that comes first
because it comes with the thirst of a nigga that's had it the worst
It's like a curse that should be lifted
He was there when he lifted, got a call and he shifted
Once he felt that he was gifted
Got to kick it the hardest 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
It's worse to live by will leave a hole in the paper

Repeat 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[repeat 1 until fade]

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

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

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

[hook] x 4

[puffy:]
Huh, you know what time it is
This is the remix (this is the remix)
'99 to infinite
Bad girls
Kima, kiesha, pam
Talk to me

[pam:]
Baby, yeah (i like this right here)
Your show is bumpin' (c'mon)
You show me somethin' (heh heh, something, baby)
See, i won't (c'mon), trade you
In for nothin' mmmm (i like the way it's goin' down)
See erything, you do to me
You got me trippin' (you got me trippin' baby, but i like it)
And i'm satisfied (c'mon)
And i'm guaranteed (let's go)

I hope you (yeah)
That you've been checkin' me (it's the remix)
I know what you're talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet, yeah, yeah
You got me buggin' boy (c'mon) ohhh
You bring me so much joy, (yeah)
You got me open, boy
And i'ma save my - self for you, baby (that's right)

[puff:]
Keisha talk to me

[keisha:]
Baby, yeah (huh)
There's something (there's somethin'), i'll mention (c'mon)
Me and her (i like the way that sound) la la la la la la la (c'mon)
See, she's no (she's no), competition (heh, heh)
So tell her, yeah (tell her now) (you look good, can i taste you?)
That you're through with her (yeah)
And you're lovin' me (that's right)
And that's to-totally (that's totally, kima, kiesha, and pam) totally
And you're dedicated (you're dedicated), to me

[dmx:]
Uh, huh, ah
Like to sprout when the lights is out (dmx)
Keeping niggas on point, that's what life's about (that's right)
You like to shout? i'ma put that shit to a-cease (huh huh) (yeah)
From here to the paper, from the bed to the grease (a'ight)
Like police, i get away with mad credit shit
Only the niggas that don't catch it, doin' some mad hungry shit (huh) (uh huh)
All that buddy shit was left alone, back in school (ugh) (c'mon)
Even then, the nigga was cuttin' up (yeah), actin' fools (what!)
Broke a lot of rules (why?) just because i could (uh, huh) (that's right)
Got away with most of it, just because i'm good (uh huh)
Stabbin' niggas with wood, i was one of the first
Doin' dirt, but i'm still outrunnin' the hertz
And it's always worst than it looks (uh, huh) (c'mon)
But then you never understandin' the thirst of a crook (you arrested)
First comes the hook, the assault, then come the robbery (damn)
My world is always (ugh!) dark and ain't no stoppin' me
Come on!

[keisha:]
(c'mon, sing to me keisha) (mmmmmmmmmm) baby
(take me to the bridge) (mmm-mmmmmm) there's one thing
(can you feel it?) (mmmmm-mmm) i'll mention
(i like the way it feels) (mmmmmm-mmm) nah, nah, nah
(this one's for me) (mmmmmm-mmm) see she's no
(mmmm-mmmm) competition (c'mon, let's go)
(bad boy) (mmmmmmmmmm) baby
(ruff ryder) (mmm-mmmmmm) there's one thing
(def jam) (mmmmm-mmm) i'll mention
(dmx and we won't stop) (mmmmmm-mmm) nah, nah, nah
(cuz she won't stop) (mmmmmm-mmm) see she's no
(back it up, back it up) (mmmm-mmmm) competition
I hope you that you've been checkin' me (just dance for me)
I know what you're talkin' bout (just dance for me)
You got me trippin' on my own feet (just dance for me)
You got me buggin' boy (this is the remix)
You bring me so much joy (this is the remix)
And i'ma save myself for you (yo hooker, yellow man, pd)
I hope you
That you've been checkin' me (hit me baby, ha!)
I know what you're talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
And i'ma save my - self for you