[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!