[DMX]
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Wooh
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Come on
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Wooh
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Uh, uh, wooh
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Come on
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Wooh
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Uh, uh uh
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Man, I hear you niggas talkin
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But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it
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I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it
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Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on
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Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on
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Now ya mouth got you in some shit
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So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
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Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas
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Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
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Once the four four hit'cha
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You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha
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Boy, I'ma get'cha
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Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
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'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL
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Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin
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Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened
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All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with
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Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with
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Chorus: DMX
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A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
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I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
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I wish you understood why I'm back
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It would take a lotta pressure off my back
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A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
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I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
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I wish you understood why I'm back
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It would take a lotta pressure off my back
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[DMX]
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Uh, uh, uh
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Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
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Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
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Then all hit the ground around the same time
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In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine?
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left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
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Yeah, thats how you do that
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And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
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Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
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You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin
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House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
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I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin
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Drinkin ??? fueled by drugs
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Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
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Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do
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Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you
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Tie you up for a week starvin you
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Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay
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Chorus
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[DMX]
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Uh, uh, uh
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Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
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It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
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With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
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'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
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So I gave it to him in his chest
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In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES
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Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
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They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass
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Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet
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But ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eat
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So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth
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'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out
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On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
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Popped out, through a you know what
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Cuz you know why, and you know my
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Motherfuckin name up in this game
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And bitch, you know I
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Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms
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New York niggas do, fuck the perms
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Chorus
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The Great
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| Ruff Ryders |
