When I creep through
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Niggaz is see through
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Just like negligee (Uh!)
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Verse 1: DMX
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Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say
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Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
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Rackin the hogs
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Desert Eagle packin the morgues (What?)
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Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's
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What happens to those that (Uh!)
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Chose to be foes and (uh-huh!)
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Bet his man knows
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But yo, we only get stronger (Uh!)
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And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer
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Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)
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(What!) It's time for shit to go down (Uh!)
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Strapped for the show down (Uh!)
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Wet up yo crib, kick the door down
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Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first
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Put you right up in a brand new hearse
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Could be worse (Whoo!)
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Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga
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Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
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The way I laid this nigga
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Played this nigga
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But thats what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
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Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
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Where's my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
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Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!)
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Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!)
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Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
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They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
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Or should I say a nigga bought
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Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
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Triple what a nigga thought
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But thats just how shit be
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I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
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But just as long as I'm on top of shit
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You ain't stoppin shit
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And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit
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Chorus: DMX
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If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
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If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
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M to the X
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Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
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Next?!
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Chorus
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Verse 2: DMX
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Plenty of niggaz know dirty is how I do 'em
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Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
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Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
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And I lay down the law (Clueminati!)
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When I spray down the door
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Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
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(What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!)
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When even up north I put niggas to waste
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So you wanna stop the violence?
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Get the fuck out my face!
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Parole before peeps hit the board off
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Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off
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I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break
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Before the news to break, I got dudes to take
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I don't joke cause Jokers is cards
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And cards are what I pull
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Infra red with the clip full
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No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
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That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
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But how I handle shit
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Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!)
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De-de-de-de-de
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Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
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Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
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What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
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And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
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And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz
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One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas
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And they wives'll be without them niggas
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Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
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Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)
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Chorus 2x
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Outro: DMX & DJ Clue
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(DJ Clue!)
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Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me
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(Desert Storm!)
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Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would be
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The Professional Part 2!
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Muthafucker! (Ha ha!)
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Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
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Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!
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(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)
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Who's Next
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| DMX |
