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 it`s the shot or die
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right
x2
First off, ya`ll niggas know I don`t slouch
An` as a kid I done did the shit you talkin` about
I`m 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 ya`ll dream of
Puttin` niggas outta buissiness like Sony did to Sena
You seen us
The green stuff
An nuttin` else that`s all I collect
I got the hots like the Lox
Money, Power and Respect
An` I can damn the check
That any of ya`ll niggas spit
I stay hittin`
I ain`t bullshittin`(he ain`t bullshittin`)
Nigga
Wit more glitter
Than M.J.
It`s all pimp play
When it comes to me
An` ya`ll muthafuckas know how JD gets down
An` those who don`t it`s a new sheriff in town
Feel me now
Chorus x2
Mad Rapper:
Yo, let me tell you were I`m at ya`ll
Shits kinda sad ya`ll
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back ya`ll
Who think he stallin?
I still ain`t ballin`
An` I got wild bills
An` a crowd that keeps callin`
My dogs wanna hang(bark)
My bitches wanna bang
But it don`t mean a thang
When all you got is change
That`s why my women ain`t 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 ya`ll come on, test me now
Me not goin` nowhere, you don`t impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
I`m probably scemin`
While you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin`
I wait for 4 o`clock 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, it`s the same shit
What you thought
Cause you bought
A joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain`t 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 don`t flow wit the dough
cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
Hoodrats and hoes
An` I`m good
Cause muthafucka I`m stain` in the hood
An` I`m gon` rip till I`m 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
