[Ja Rule] Aaaah What Niggaz don't want it Yeah Ja Rule DMX Def Jam niggaz hah Mutherfuckers better stay the fuck out of our way Understand that, knawmean? We doin this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style nigga Fuck y'all
[Ja Rule] Ja's the torture The high class, toss to D Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city Niggaz is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me End up wit a gun in your mouth, straight cheese I should bust em Cuz see me killin you don't mean nothin I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved Some rules just think, are fit for takes And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully break Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded We can murder each other, meet at the Crossroads And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac My niggaz gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that Niggaz is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom Give little kids back, that's the way we do things Never leave shells, never drop names Roll with the game as it change Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain In my demise you can put it on my grave "Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days And outta darkness done graduated, may he lay" And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here Motherfuckers
[DMX] Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all Check it out, check it out Check it out y'all
[DMX] GRRRRRRRRRRRR I make moves that get me where I'm goin Break fools that act like they knowin how it's goin Dizamn, with the dizark, cuz that's that kid Unmask that kid, look at that bastard kid That don't mind having to break shit or take shit That mutherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't shit You fuckin faggot You know I coulda been stuck it to you Nigga I would even think about fuckin wit you But I bet now your man is thinkin twice bout who to fuck wit Shit is gettin bad, I'm robbin niggaz I grew up with And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot I'ma torture this niggaz little sister and make him watch Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryin to house shit But I bet you look back on some mouse shit When I put this in your mouth, bitch Aaaah, a nigga bein broken off quick Yeeck, is the sound he makes chockin off dick How you feel, he eatin with a straw he has to suck through Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you Fuckin bitch suckin dick like a jockstrap Put them glocks back Tryin to be the first punk to have shot that Get that? Got that? You know where you gonna be layin right? I'm tellin you, hah, you know what the fuck I'm sayin right? You will respect this, cuz it gets reckless when I cut the Dun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun, be like "What the--No" But it's too late cuz the heat-seaker done found the heat The concrete done found your meat Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam comin off Eyes rolled back in his head, and coughin up chunks of flesh Then niggaz'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin punks to death Ain't nuthin left but the memory of what used to be your life Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on Hoping the casket was changed, cuz your eyes is gone I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid But you made it happen, with that bullshit you did Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition And get your ass tugged out the Hudson by some old man fishin My mission is almost complete This message will self distruct in two seconds Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
