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Who's Next (X-Clue-Sive)
DJ Clue; DMX
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Well it's on (Uh)
It's on (Uh-huh)
You motherfuckers done lost your mind
It's another one of those (Oh man)
Another one of them Clue slash X joints (What?)
Another one of them off the motherfucking hook joints
(Oh, y'all motherfuckers done lost your mind)
Boom done, Cali boom done
When I creep through niggas is see-through just like an English M
Ain't no talking 'cause ain't much left but dead and sick
Long as I'm walking I be strapped with my dogs
Back in the hall, Desert Eagle, packing 'em all
Metal slides with yellow tags on toes
What happens to those that chose to be foes?
Been as mad knows, but yo we only getting stronger
Any amount of time we're facing is only getting longer
Get the mayor on the phone
Time for shit to go down, strapped for the showdown
Wet up your crib, kick the door down
Know you scheming so I got to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new hearse, could be worse
You ain't seen what I gave a nigga
His two best couldn't save a nigga
The way I laid this nigga
Played this nigga but that's what I'm good at
Laying niggas out, fighting pits and bullshit hoodrats
Where the fuck my hood at?
Flip on niggas like switches
Rip off niggas like a switchblade
Niggas laying down half the bodies that niggas caught
Or should I say a nigga bought
'Cause ain't nothing like getting paid for killing a sport
Kill for what a nigga thought but that's just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that shit with me
But just as long as I'm on top, nigga, you ain't stopping
And ain't a motherfucker dropping
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
If it ain't ruff it ain't D
M to the X, more shot niggas straight sex
Next!
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
If it ain't ruff it ain't D
M to the X, more shot niggas straight sex
Next!
Plenty of niggas know Dirty is how I do 'em
Push buckshots from a 30 right through 'em
'Cause ain't none of y'all motherfuckers built for war
And I lay down the law when I spray down the door
The round in my name will be 95B 6411
On a three and a half to seven
But even up north I put niggas to waste
So if you wanna stop the violence get the fuck out my face
Parole's in four, peeps hit the board off
Niggas is hoes but I sleep with the .44
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break
And for the news to break, I got dues to take
I don't joke, the joker's card and cards are what I pull
Infrared with the clip full, no leash on the pit bull
And shit is hot like the wax off a candlestick
But how I handle shit is to dismantle shit
Du-duh-duh-du-duh like Popeye when it's dinner time
Running through these niggas like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew gonna do when I put the pressure on?
And it hurts, wanna be gangstas in skirts
And the bitches coming all up out them niggas
One false move and they moms will be devout them niggas
And they wives will be without them niggas
Matter fact, I'm tired of talking money
Blow your joints up, scrap, haha
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
If it ain't ruff it ain't D
M to the X, more shot niggas straight sex
Next!
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
If it ain't ruff it ain't D
M to the X, more shot niggas straight sex
Next!
You won't breathe in these streets with me
'Cause you know who the king of these streets will be
The Professional, part two, motherfucker
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
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