When I creep through Niggaz 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 horn! (Clue!) (What!) It's time for shit 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 hearse Could be worse (Whoo!) Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!) The way I laid this nigga Played this nigga But that's what I'm good at (uh-huh!) Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!) Where's my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!) Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!) Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!) Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!) They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught Or should I say a nigga bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!) Triple what a nigga thought But that's just how shit be I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me But just as long as I'm on top of shit You ain't stoppin shit And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit
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 niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots) Next?!
Verse 2: DMX
Plenty of niggaz know dirty is how I do 'em Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) When I spray down the door Fuck 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 niggas to waste So you wanna stop the violence? Get the fuck out my face! Parole before peeps hit the board off Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off I got shit 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 shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!) But how I handle shit Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!) De-de-de-de-de Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) Runnin' through two niggaz 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 bitches comin' all out them niggaz One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas And they wives'll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)
Outro: DMX & DJ Clue
(DJ Clue!) Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me (Desert Storm!) Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muthafucker! (Ha ha!) Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!) Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga! (Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)