Dmx - Otis Freestyle lyrics

[DMX] I'm taking the mic, f** who's next! 2 n***as repping the R, X & X My n***a, there are no raps sh** My n***a clap sh** that quick Yeah, we on that sh** [Busta Rhymes] About to roundhouse kick you motherf**ers face off My voice so big you can turn the f**in base off Wanted for lots of murders lately - cops surround the place off I'm busting DMX up in this b**h You better take off [DMX] Went away for a while.. jail, prison Getting down for real, f** it - living! Don't worry about what condition I'm in Cats can't survive half the places I've been [Busta Rhymes] And while a lot of motherf**ers Sit and watch the throne k**er We in the booth barking dog, welcome home We spazzing in this b**h While we keeping the crowd hyped Remind em like what this sh**'s supposed to sound like Dogg, I pulled up in front Of the jail to picked you up Convoy of whips with about 30 b**hes in the trunk Come on! [DMX] They saying locked down is easy But a n***a like me is greasy Population or PC, Check my 5 n***a See when I'm on Feeding with that thing, then I'm gone [Busta Rhymes] Most you n***as talk too much Putting police on ‘em Bunch of blabbermouth-a** n***as: Jackie Gleason I dig my foot in your face, putting my cleats on You n***as steady watching me putting the streets on [DMX] You need to think cause I got on and changed that something changed? b**h, I am the streets. What's my name I've been trying to stay s**erfree But look where the s**ers be Had the hood under me, can't a motherf**er breathe [Busta Rhymes] I know you baggage claim rapper n***as.. just carry my luggage And I take great pleasure whenever it's time to punish Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw their a** in the rubbish I don't give f** what they think You n***as know that I run this You n***as can see just what it is and how I'm on it How I f** your money up and be the foulest n***a [DMX] Fall back cause of all that noise you're making Only lets me know you boys is faking Let me know that everything You got is mine for the takin Before I leave you dead and stinkin Look here, I don't play games, I don't say names Jump through with the guns out spraying lames I don't take aim, hit the whole crowd I shoot loud! [Busta Rhymes] Ya'll n***as know my M.O, I k** you, little boy Heatseeker missle whistle seek and destroy You ain't ready for the standoff And while a dog shooting I'm chopping a n***a's hand off Funny little n***a, see the way I treat him Talk sh** when I whoop n***as, than I beat them And if you run around, I woop your a** cookoo Don't. Talk. Back. When your father's talking to you These corny n***as is wavin surrender flag banners Taking no prisoners, p**y, I'm teaching your a** manners f** your a** up bad, more bangers And air them out to dry Like we left them on clothes hangers I'm sickly as hell, eat your body up: cancer Who's the nicest in the spot? Ya'll already knowing the answer Then I listen to n***as talk And they fill me up with laughter These n***as say they're "thug" But be lookin' more like a dancer There's something that you n***as need to know, it's so important That I ain't the one to f** with homey I'm tired of talking!