Featuring: Ran Reed DMX
Producer: Nick Wiz
[intro DMX]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Dark Man X - DMX for short
Dizzark, straight out the grizzound
Top going dizzown, clizown
Niggas ain't built for war
[verse 1: dmx]
Running through niggas, that's how I do niggas
And two niggas that nothing for me
When they saw me, looked the other way and tried then they tried to ignore me
Cause I put holes, like foot holes, in nigga's buttholes
Stomp a mudhole, and when I cut hoes, the fucking blood flows
Gushing, busting niggas wide, I was 10 when I died
The walking dead, with the infrared by my side
Keeping niggas in line, like a parade
Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid
Blow like a grenade, play them like Spades is the plan, now
Which part of "suck my dick" don't you understand, you best
Act like you know, or get
Smacked like a hoe, we could scrap toe-to-toe
But yo, I'm strapped with the fo'
Pound, and i'm down for mine, with the crime
And if I gots to do time, fuck it, I don't mind
I handle my business and I shoot snitches
Cause I know nowadays, niggas is more ass than Luke's bitches
It's all good, I'm still out, knock on wood
Robbing niggas like my last name is hood, 'cause I could
Yo, I'm out that mob that goes to rob
The mad scheme to get green without the job
That housed more niggas than a shelter
And if a nigga ever felt a Heltah Skeltah, it would melt the brain, cause the pain is too much to bear
Let there be dark, for the dark is here
[Pudgee]
Call me the Cobra Commander, ill grammar
Juiced a lady from Tropicana, your bull shit like hammer, and, uh?
Come to think of it, you won't get far. 'Nough respect
'Cause I swinging more Epps than Omar
Been to hell and back, held hands with God, cruiser
Foes is easy, part 'em like Red Seas by Moses
Ok, ok, ok
Anyway what you got to say eh eh
My lyrics come off of the head like a toupee
But you can't touch me, because I had behind my force-field
Your style is tired like an automobile
Creep TLC on the low with the flow
And competition, listen, I slay them like snow
I be quick to size it, like the sun of Rashid
Set it off when I come across like the horizon
Like Ted Danson, niggas give me cheers
I'm too deaf for you to kick that flavor in my ear
I rock like crack, rock a [?] on your block
Won't stop, give you more knots than an episode of Cops
And I still say that you can't see me
Like Miss Jones, "this is where I wanna be"
[Ran Reed]
You ain't no gangster
Faggot ass nigga, stop fronting on
I be that kid you and your crew ain't got nothing on
I flip on [] that's supplied by Nick
Bitches heard we making moves so now they ride the dick
Trying to take my fucking loot
But they ain't that juke
I got something for they ass: it's a big black boot
Catch me slipping? Never, 'cause I'm always on point
Smoke a blunt, fuck a joint
Grab the mic []
Competition, I write two 'R's across they forehead
My metaphors is leaving niggas with a sore head
Pain killers couldn't even kill the pain
I make you go insane, like the Jamaican on a train
So refrain from any stupid thoughts that you have
Blowing up, just a tad, yellow niggas getting mad
But that's life, so face the fucking facts
I specialize in breaking backs, and ripping over flavored tracks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Dark Man X - DMX for short
Dizzark, straight out the grizzound
Top going dizzown, clizown
Niggas ain't built for war
[verse 1: dmx]
Running through niggas, that's how I do niggas
And two niggas that nothing for me
When they saw me, looked the other way and tried then they tried to ignore me
Cause I put holes, like foot holes, in nigga's buttholes
Stomp a mudhole, and when I cut hoes, the fucking blood flows
Gushing, busting niggas wide, I was 10 when I died
The walking dead, with the infrared by my side
Keeping niggas in line, like a parade
Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid
Blow like a grenade, play them like Spades is the plan, now
Which part of "suck my dick" don't you understand, you best
Act like you know, or get
Smacked like a hoe, we could scrap toe-to-toe
But yo, I'm strapped with the fo'
Pound, and i'm down for mine, with the crime
And if I gots to do time, fuck it, I don't mind
I handle my business and I shoot snitches
Cause I know nowadays, niggas is more ass than Luke's bitches
It's all good, I'm still out, knock on wood
Robbing niggas like my last name is hood, 'cause I could
Yo, I'm out that mob that goes to rob
The mad scheme to get green without the job
That housed more niggas than a shelter
And if a nigga ever felt a Heltah Skeltah, it would melt the brain, cause the pain is too much to bear
Let there be dark, for the dark is here
[Pudgee]
Call me the Cobra Commander, ill grammar
Juiced a lady from Tropicana, your bull shit like hammer, and, uh?
Come to think of it, you won't get far. 'Nough respect
'Cause I swinging more Epps than Omar
Been to hell and back, held hands with God, cruiser
Foes is easy, part 'em like Red Seas by Moses
Ok, ok, ok
Anyway what you got to say eh eh
My lyrics come off of the head like a toupee
But you can't touch me, because I had behind my force-field
Your style is tired like an automobile
Creep TLC on the low with the flow
And competition, listen, I slay them like snow
I be quick to size it, like the sun of Rashid
Set it off when I come across like the horizon
Like Ted Danson, niggas give me cheers
I'm too deaf for you to kick that flavor in my ear
I rock like crack, rock a [?] on your block
Won't stop, give you more knots than an episode of Cops
And I still say that you can't see me
Like Miss Jones, "this is where I wanna be"
[Ran Reed]
You ain't no gangster
Faggot ass nigga, stop fronting on
I be that kid you and your crew ain't got nothing on
I flip on [] that's supplied by Nick
Bitches heard we making moves so now they ride the dick
Trying to take my fucking loot
But they ain't that juke
I got something for they ass: it's a big black boot
Catch me slipping? Never, 'cause I'm always on point
Smoke a blunt, fuck a joint
Grab the mic []
Competition, I write two 'R's across they forehead
My metaphors is leaving niggas with a sore head
Pain killers couldn't even kill the pain
I make you go insane, like the Jamaican on a train
So refrain from any stupid thoughts that you have
Blowing up, just a tad, yellow niggas getting mad
But that's life, so face the fucking facts
I specialize in breaking backs, and ripping over flavored tracks
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