Ruff Ryders, they're back
This is what you're tellin' me, okay
It all comes down to this, huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me, and that this is it? Okay

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 an' 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
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 soup bone
Big motherfuckin' DMX from the group home

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

Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself
I was gonna make it happen, that's the way I felt
You know Philly never scared, play the cards we dealt
Doin' it my way, you bitches strugglin' for help

I hear your rumors an' your so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets
I'm fully in it, bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head, let you warm up the crowd for me

I hate to even be like this, y'all bring it out
To tell the truth, it excites me, I scream it out
Sick wid'dit, ain't a bitch that can get wid'dit
Admit it, I'm that bitch you can't live wid'dit

An' I'ma keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at'cha neck, I'm hearin' them cheer
E V E is what they need in they life, I'm 'bout mine
Now I'm done wit'chu, fuck out my face, wastin' my time

Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Aiyyo, I got a wet haze, coke an' a P-blow block
But y'all still missin' the point like a free throw shot
Get it? This ain't some'n you learn, this is some'n you earn
Turn it up an' give me some'n to burn

That boy 'Kiss is a helluva man
Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a helluva plan
'Cause most dudes left the hood broke
A couple knew what they was doin', so they came back like good coke

Down south, they'll tell you 'Kiss is good folk
Up north, I hit my niggaz off with good smoke
Out west, they ridin' with me, now I'm back hard
I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard

Hated by many, confronted by none
I trust two guys, one's God an' one is my gun
Jada is the nice guy, 'Kiss is the monster
D-Block an' Double R is my sponsor

Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Fuckin' cowards

Niggaz can't be fuckin' serious, y'all niggaz pussy
Niggaz pussy, y'all don't like it? Bring it, bitch
Just a lil' some'n, man, to let y'all know
To niggaz know, man, matter of fact
Matter of fact, y'all niggaz, excuse my back, man

Straight up, y'all niggaz, pardon my back
I ain't got no rap for no sucka-ass niggaz
Five time motherfuckin' champ
Five times, bitch, touch that, then holla back, motherfucker
A nigga done had this rap shit, I'm out
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