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lirik lagu who’s next (x-clue-sive) – dj clue?

[intro: dmx (dj clue) {dmx adlibs} ]
(whaaaat!)
when its on {uhh}
its on {huh-uh}
you motherf-ckers done lost your mind!
its another one of those
ahh man (new dmx!)
another one of them, clue slash x joints {what!} (who’s next!)
another one of them off the motherf-cking hook joints
{ahh you motherf-ckers done lost your mind}
bulldog, call a bulldog! (whaaaat!)

[verse 1]
when i creep through
n-ggas is see through
just like negligee {uhh}
ain’t no talkin cause there ain’t much that the dead can say
long as i’m walking i be strappin my dogs {uhh} (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 {uhh}
chose to be foes and {huh-uh}
bet his man knows
but yo, we only get stronger {uhh}
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 {uhh!}
strapped for the show down {uhh!}
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-gga
two vests couldn’t save this n-gga {uhh}
the way i laid this n-gga
played this n-gga
but thats what i’m good at {huh-uh}
layin n-ggas out in fightin’ pits and f-ckin’ hoodrats(ha ha!)
where’s my f-ckin’ hood at? {whoo!}
cripple n-ggas like switches {uhh!}
rip on n-ggas like b-tches {uhh!}
then pour n-ggas in ditches {uhh!}
they ain’t found half the bodies that a n-gga caught
or should i say a n-gga bought
cause ain’t nothing like getting’ paid for, a n-gga sport {aight}
triple what a n-gga thought
but thats 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 -uhh-
m to the x
most y’all n-ggas is strait s-x what? (-shots fired-)
next?!

[verse 2: dmx]
plenty of n-ggas 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-ggas to waste
so you wanna stop the violence?
get the f-ck out my face!
parole before peeps hit 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-ggas 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-ggas
one false move and their moms’ll read about them n-ggas
and they wives’ll be without them n-ggas
matter of fact, i’m tired of talkin money
throw your joints up, scr-p, b-tch (ha ha!)

[chorus](2x)

[dmx] (dj clue)
(dj clue!)
n-ggas 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!
muh’f-cker! (ha ha!)
uhh, huh-uh (fat shout – my n-gga ray! dmx! my n-gga d-wha!)
pa-pa-pa-pa n-gga!
(yo ruff ryders! word up!)

- dj clue

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