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lirik lagu who’s next – dmx

when i creep through
n-gg-z is see through
just like negligee (uh!)

verse 1: dmx

ain’t no talkin cause there ain’t much that the dead can say
long as i’m walking i be strappin my dogs (uh!) (whoooo-hooo!)
rackin the hogs
desert eagle packin the morgues (what?)
metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it’s
what happens to those that (uh!)
chose to be foes and (uh-huh!)
bet his man knows
but yo, we only get stronger (uh!)
and the amount of time we’re facing is only gettin longer
get the mayor on the h-rn! (clue!)
(what!) it’s time for sh-t to go down (uh!)
strapped for the show down (uh!)
wet up yo crib, kick the door down
know you schemin’ so i gots to get you first
put you right up in a brand new he-rs-
could be worse (whoo!)
shoulda seen what i gave this n-gg-
two vests couldn’t save this n-gg- (uh!)
the way i laid this n-gg-
played this n-gg-
but that’s what i’m good at (uh-huh!)
layin n-gg-z out in fightin’ pits and f-ckin’ hoodrats (ha ha!)
where’s my f-ckin’ hood at? (whoo!)
cripple n-gg-s like switches (uh!)
rip on n-gg-s like b-tches (uh!)
then pour n-gg-s in ditches (uh!)
they ain’t found half the bodies that a n-gg- caught
or should i say a n-gg- bought
cause ain’t nothing like getting’ paid for, a n-gg- sport (aight!)
triple what a n-gg- thought
but that’s just how sh-t be
i know that one day they gon’ try that sh-t wit me
but just as long as i’m on top of sh-t
you ain’t stoppin sh-t
and ain’t a motherf-cker droppin’ sh-t

chorus: dmx

if it ain’t ruff it ain’t me (uhh, c’mon!)
if it ain’t ruff it ain’t d (uh!)
m to the x
most y’all n-gg-s is strait s-x (what?) (shots)
next?!

chorus

verse 2: dmx

plenty of n-gg-z know dirty is how i do ’em
put buck shots, from a thirty right through ’em
cause ain’t none of y’all muh’f-ckers built for war
and i lay down the law (clueminati!)
when i spray down the door
f-ck around on my name will be 95-b-64-11
(what?) on a three-and-a-half to seven (c’mon!)
when even up north i put n-gg-s to waste
so you wanna stop the violence?
get the f-ck out my face!
parole before peeps h-t the board off
b-tches is f-ckin but i sleep with the sawed off
i got sh-t to do, rules to break, crews to break
before the news to break, i got dudes to take
i don’t joke cause jokers is cards
and cards are what i pull
infra red with the clip full
no leash on the pitbull (ha ha!)
that sh-t is hot like the wax off a candle stick (c’mon!)
but how i handle sh-t
is to dismantle sh-t (c’mon!)
de-de-de-de-de
like popeye when it’s spinach time (clue!)
runnin’ through two n-gg-z like the tape at the finish line
what’s your crew, gonna do when i put the pressure on
and it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (aight!)
and the b-tches comin’ all out them n-gg-z
one false move and their moms’ll read about them n-gg-s
and they wives’ll be without them n-gg-s
matter of fact, i’m tired of talkin money
throw your joints up, scr-p, b-tch (ha ha!)

chorus 2x

outro: dmx & dj clue

(dj clue!)
n-gg-z won’t creep in the streets with me
(desert storm!)
cause you know what f-ckin with these streets would be
the professional part 2!
muthaf-cker! (ha ha!)
uhh, huh-uh (my n-gg- ray! dmx! my n-gg- d-wha!)
pa-pa-pa-pa n-gg-!
(yo ruff ryders! word up!)

- dmx

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