Chris Theis - The Great lyrics

[DMX] Wooh Come on Wooh Uh, uh, wooh Come on Wooh Uh, uh uh Man, I hear you n***as 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 sh** So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta a** get smaked like a b**h Guess I'll remind y'all n***as, I can find y'all n***as Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all n***as 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 n***as up like a pool 'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL Yo Knock get the Glock, these b**h n***as is actin Making movies, we'll make a movie about this sh** after is happened All that yappin, that them n***as is gettin away with Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with Chorus: DMX A n***a gotta take the good with the bad I'm f**in with the hood and I'm glad I wish you understood why I'm mad Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back A n***a gotta take the good with the bad I'm f**in with the hood and I'm glad I wish you understood why I'm mad Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back [DMX] Uh, uh, uh Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog sh** Talkin sh**, 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 b**hes 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 f** you black, you new cats don't know somethin important You die quick f**in with my sh**, and my sh**s extortin House rules, when I speak, y'all n***as listen I drop j**els that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin Triggered by stress, fueled by d** sh**s about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog Rap sh** 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 sh** outta you everday, cuz yo, these n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a down fast They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that a** Y'all p**y n***as think y'all sweet But ain't a f**in 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 a** with a blast that'll make ya sh** drop out Popped out, through a you know what Cuz you know why, and you know my Motherf**in name up in this game And b**h, you know I Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms New York n***as do, f** the perms Chorus