[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!)