DMX

[whispered] Ruff Ryders ("They're BAAAACK!")



[DMX]

This is what you're tellin me, okay

It all comes down to this huh? Okay

This is what you fuckin tellin me?

That this is it? Okay (GRRRRRRRRRR)



How many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled

Since you ain't got nuttin else to do but get killed

Been a fiend every since I found out how a slaughter taste

Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face

Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on

Collect my dough, make the fuckin hit and I'm gone

I ain't never gots to worry about the aim

Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain

BLAOW! One mo' time for good luck - for what?!

He was already dead, what the fuck?!

I be, breakin my shit up OFF in a nigga

When I don't see, nuttin but SOFT in a nigga

Fuckin coward, I wonder how it - feels

To have to look at your moms - squeal, after I hit her with the steel

Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up

Believe whoever I hit up, will never get up

Tell me, how it's goin down nigga

If I'm bein a fuckin clown nigga (yeah)

Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep a toast real close

In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts

Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat

that'll make any nigga, become a meal for the fuckin rats

There won't be nuttin left of money but a soupbone

Big Motherfuckin DMX from the group home



[Chorus: DMX]

Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk

Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk

Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk



[Eve]

Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself

I was gon