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[dmx:]
Grrrrrrr
Grrrrr
Grrr
[jd:]
Yeah.
[chorus:]
To all my bitches in the spot lookin real fly
An all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin high
An all my playas world wide its the shot or die
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right
[x2]
First off, yall niggas know I dont slouch
An as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about
Im from the south
Ya heard
Where niggas fly birds outta impalas
Live lavish
From atl to dallas an the little palace
Goin once, goin twice
Everyday, livin nice
In the grey wit the ice
Makin money rollin dice
Livin the life
That yall dream of
Puttin niggas outta buissiness like sony did to sena
You seen us
The green stuff
An nuttin else thats all I collect
I got the hots like the lox
Money, power and respect
An I can damn the check
That any of yall niggas spit
I stay hittin
I aint bullshittin(he aint bullshittin)
Nigga
Wit more glitter
Than m.j.
Its all pimp play
When it comes to me
An yall muthafuckas know how jd gets down
An those who dont its a new sheriff in town
Feel me now
[chorus x2]
[mad rapper:]
Yo, let me tell you were Im at yall
Shits kinda sad yall
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back yall
Who think he stallin?
I still aint ballin
An I got wild bills
An a crowd that keeps callin
My dogs wanna hang(bark)
My bitches wanna bang
But it dont mean a thang
When all you got is change
Thats why my women aint dimes
Not even close to nines
Sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches
Type of bitches that spit in yo face like alomar
Broke hoes without a car
Snatchin fruit from salad bars
Which one of yall come on, test me now
Me not goin nowhere, you dont impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
Im probably scemin
While you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin
I wait for 4 oclock when yo drunk ass is leavin
Cause I paid to get in
An now I gotta pray teethin
[chorus x2]
[dmx:]
Niggas goin to parties
Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You begets what I be wantin so I be bringin the tool
Tryin to snatch up all that ice that you came in
An nigga d be flippin, yeah, money, its the same shit
What you thought
Cause you bought
A joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he aint on point
An I can see it in yo eyes that you comin closer than tryin
An every step you take brings yo ass closer to dyin
An I dont flow wit the dough
Cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
Hoodrats and hoes
An Im good
Cause muthafucka Im stain in the hood
An Im gon rip till Im stiff like wood
You wishin that you could
Keep it as real as me
An you gon know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be
Some next shit
Darkman
Muthafuckin x shit
Wreck shit
For respect bitch
[chorus x4]
Grrrrrrr
Grrrrr
Grrr
[jd:]
Yeah.
[chorus:]
To all my bitches in the spot lookin real fly
An all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin high
An all my playas world wide its the shot or die
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right
[x2]
First off, yall niggas know I dont slouch
An as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about
Im from the south
Ya heard
Where niggas fly birds outta impalas
Live lavish
From atl to dallas an the little palace
Goin once, goin twice
Everyday, livin nice
In the grey wit the ice
Makin money rollin dice
Livin the life
That yall dream of
Puttin niggas outta buissiness like sony did to sena
You seen us
The green stuff
An nuttin else thats all I collect
I got the hots like the lox
Money, power and respect
An I can damn the check
That any of yall niggas spit
I stay hittin
I aint bullshittin(he aint bullshittin)
Nigga
Wit more glitter
Than m.j.
Its all pimp play
When it comes to me
An yall muthafuckas know how jd gets down
An those who dont its a new sheriff in town
Feel me now
[chorus x2]
[mad rapper:]
Yo, let me tell you were Im at yall
Shits kinda sad yall
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back yall
Who think he stallin?
I still aint ballin
An I got wild bills
An a crowd that keeps callin
My dogs wanna hang(bark)
My bitches wanna bang
But it dont mean a thang
When all you got is change
Thats why my women aint dimes
Not even close to nines
Sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches
Type of bitches that spit in yo face like alomar
Broke hoes without a car
Snatchin fruit from salad bars
Which one of yall come on, test me now
Me not goin nowhere, you dont impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
Im probably scemin
While you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin
I wait for 4 oclock when yo drunk ass is leavin
Cause I paid to get in
An now I gotta pray teethin
[chorus x2]
[dmx:]
Niggas goin to parties
Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You begets what I be wantin so I be bringin the tool
Tryin to snatch up all that ice that you came in
An nigga d be flippin, yeah, money, its the same shit
What you thought
Cause you bought
A joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he aint on point
An I can see it in yo eyes that you comin closer than tryin
An every step you take brings yo ass closer to dyin
An I dont flow wit the dough
Cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
Hoodrats and hoes
An Im good
Cause muthafucka Im stain in the hood
An Im gon rip till Im stiff like wood
You wishin that you could
Keep it as real as me
An you gon know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be
Some next shit
Darkman
Muthafuckin x shit
Wreck shit
For respect bitch
[chorus x4]
Исполнитель: DMX