Dmx - Who's Next (X-Clue-Sive) lyrics

[Intro: DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX adlibs} ] (Whaaaat!) When its on {Uhh} Its on {Huh-uh} You motherf**ers 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 motherf**ing hook joints {Ahh you motherf**ers done lost your mind} Bulldog, call a bulldog! (Whaaaat!) [Verse 1] When I creep through n***as 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 sh** 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 n***a Two vests couldn't save this n***a {Uhh} The way I laid this n***a Played this n***a But thats what I'm good at {Huh-uh} Layin n***as out in fightin' pits and f**in' hoodrats(Ha ha!) Where's my f**in' hood at? {Whoo!} Cripple n***as like switches {Uhh!} Rip on n***as like b**hes {Uhh!} Then pour n***as in ditches {Uhh!} They ain't found half the bodies that a n***a caught Or should I say a n***a bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a n***a sport {Aight} Triple what a n***a thought But thats just how sh** be I know that one day they gon' try that sh** wit me But just as long as I'm on top of sh** You ain't stoppin sh** And ain't a motherf**er droppin' sh** [Chorus: DMX] 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 n***as is strait s** What? (*shots fired*) Next?! [Verse 2: DMX] Plenty of n***as 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**ers built for war And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) When I spray down the door f** 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 n***as to waste So you wanna stop the violence? Get the f** out my face! Parole before peeps hit the board off b**hes is f**in but I sleep with the sawed off I got sh** 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 sh** is hot like the wax off a candle stick {C'mon} But how I handle sh** Is to dismantle sh** {C'mon} De-de-de-de-de Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) Runnin' through two n***as 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 b**hes comin' all out them n***as One false move and their moms'll read about them n***as And they wives'll be without them n***as Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, b**h (Ha ha!) [Chorus](2x) [DMX] (DJ Clue) (DJ Clue!) n***as won't creep in the streets with me (Desert Storm!) Cause you know what f**in with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muh'f**er! (Ha ha!) Uhh, huh-uh (Fat shout - my n***a Ray! DMX! My n***a D-Wha!) Pa-pa-pa-pa n***a! (Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)