DMX - Tekstovi pesama
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Sincerity"
Uh..Uh
Now there's two ways we can do this, keep it real or front
I know you got what I need and I got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is all over for us
We could go away where nobody would know it was us
Leave behind all the fuss, the studios, the pictures
No autographs, just laughs when I'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark it at the dog baby, and I'll hold you down
[Mary J. Blige]
Time and time and time again
I knew that our love had to end
But now it's gone so very far
That I can make a brand new start
I thought that we were meant to be
Be one big family
But I was weak and loved you still
No matter what you did, I could forgive
[1] - All I need is sincerity
All I need is sincerity
Thinking 'bout you all the time
Never seemed to cross my mind
How you could take the time to kill
Everything our love had built
I never knew how you could hide
Everytime you told a lie
But now I know why you're so cold
But I don't understand
Now that you set me free
I truly think that we
Could find love seperately
I need sincerity
One thing, I'm not as weak
I'll always stand alone
But my mind is not made of stone
So I'll go on
[Repeat 1]
[Nas]
Chipped tooth don
Nasty, blue ice timbs on
Screw it face, half moon part, my tatoos dark
On a scale of tough criminals, nothin to call me
I'm a rare individual, young and I'm bossy
Guees it come from a rough life, cuffed at night
Lettin' off hot lead that bust from iron pipes
I'm the type that have to shed blood
Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs
Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped
I'm still wit my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole
Like Rod Strickland, it was takin' it's toll
I needed someone I could hold in my darkest hours
A strong couple is a blessing and the heart is the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's clear to me, it's sincerity
Somebody I could call my own, yeah
[Repeat 1]
[Ad lib until fade]
Uh..Uh
Now there's two ways we can do this, keep it real or front
I know you got what I need and I got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is all over for us
We could go away where nobody would know it was us
Leave behind all the fuss, the studios, the pictures
No autographs, just laughs when I'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark it at the dog baby, and I'll hold you down
[Mary J. Blige]
Time and time and time again
I knew that our love had to end
But now it's gone so very far
That I can make a brand new start
I thought that we were meant to be
Be one big family
But I was weak and loved you still
No matter what you did, I could forgive
[1] - All I need is sincerity
All I need is sincerity
Thinking 'bout you all the time
Never seemed to cross my mind
How you could take the time to kill
Everything our love had built
I never knew how you could hide
Everytime you told a lie
But now I know why you're so cold
But I don't understand
Now that you set me free
I truly think that we
Could find love seperately
I need sincerity
One thing, I'm not as weak
I'll always stand alone
But my mind is not made of stone
So I'll go on
[Repeat 1]
[Nas]
Chipped tooth don
Nasty, blue ice timbs on
Screw it face, half moon part, my tatoos dark
On a scale of tough criminals, nothin to call me
I'm a rare individual, young and I'm bossy
Guees it come from a rough life, cuffed at night
Lettin' off hot lead that bust from iron pipes
I'm the type that have to shed blood
Pray to the ghost of dead thugs, dead blocks that spread drugs
Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped
I'm still wit my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole
Like Rod Strickland, it was takin' it's toll
I needed someone I could hold in my darkest hours
A strong couple is a blessing and the heart is the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's clear to me, it's sincerity
Somebody I could call my own, yeah
[Repeat 1]
[Ad lib until fade]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Soldier"
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Bitch, rare ti the streets, made it out of NY, come to AZ cowboys tryna end my,
man you cant be serious homie besides mountains ain't a fucking thing you can show me.
Yo cats is playin a dangoures game fuck around get touched just for sayin my name
Theres to much desert and my dudes is in it ones I prove you did it Imma lose you in it
Ones the crew is in it dogs of the chain ER half a mile take of your brain.
Grind niggas up feed them to the outer leeders.
(nightwishing grr?) from the mountain but cant see this
Don't fuck with what you don't know about.
I got some things and its time to bring em out (bring em out bring em out bring em out)
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Move, bitch get out the way boom boom boom, got lost boys come out and play
See theres home boys and theres cowboys. Fuck it yall lets get it on now boy, Imma show you how boy
Faggots acting like a broke back mountain, faggot, I get your broke back just for doupting.
Niggas roll with an army so you better bring tanks? Just from New York but me in jail you better bring stakes?
Nigga gettin fed up over bullshit weight up. You get wet up over bullshit streight up!
Dog for life bang often. streets is dangerous cats stay of em.
Niggas is ass then smell pussy, this nigga'll blast you really wanna push me (do you) you really wanna push me? I don't think so let that go
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Nigga, cmon man real talk real talk real talk.
Yknow fuck out here with that fuckin bullshit [continues talkin']
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Bitch, rare ti the streets, made it out of NY, come to AZ cowboys tryna end my,
man you cant be serious homie besides mountains ain't a fucking thing you can show me.
Yo cats is playin a dangoures game fuck around get touched just for sayin my name
Theres to much desert and my dudes is in it ones I prove you did it Imma lose you in it
Ones the crew is in it dogs of the chain ER half a mile take of your brain.
Grind niggas up feed them to the outer leeders.
(nightwishing grr?) from the mountain but cant see this
Don't fuck with what you don't know about.
I got some things and its time to bring em out (bring em out bring em out bring em out)
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Move, bitch get out the way boom boom boom, got lost boys come out and play
See theres home boys and theres cowboys. Fuck it yall lets get it on now boy, Imma show you how boy
Faggots acting like a broke back mountain, faggot, I get your broke back just for doupting.
Niggas roll with an army so you better bring tanks? Just from New York but me in jail you better bring stakes?
Nigga gettin fed up over bullshit weight up. You get wet up over bullshit streight up!
Dog for life bang often. streets is dangerous cats stay of em.
Niggas is ass then smell pussy, this nigga'll blast you really wanna push me (do you) you really wanna push me? I don't think so let that go
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Warrior, soldier man and arms, get down scars on my hands and arms, hit town niggas that man is armed, sit down fuck around and plant a bomb
Nigga, cmon man real talk real talk real talk.
Yknow fuck out here with that fuckin bullshit [continues talkin']
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Sucka 4 Love"
[Intro]
Doing me like you do, cause I know it’s what you do [x5]
[Chorus]
Never been a sucker for love
So if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
I ain’t never been a sucker for love
so if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
[Verse 1]
Listen boo, you’s a bitch, you been a bitch
you know how niggas do
run up in a bitch, fuck her well
and the bitch will call them bitches
but then in a week or 2, fucking all them bitches
A nigga gotta fall back and take a breather
shawty suck a mean dick but in the morning
gotta leave her, wasn't trying to deceive her
I just wanted my dick suck
cute as a motherfucker
and she got a big butt
now I’m like, what do I do from here
cause she’s acting like she ain’t trying go nowhere
ain't really trying to get attached to this shit
shit its friday, I just want some ass in the bitch
can’t be mad at me, I’m just doing what niggas do
got kids by him, she wanna be the niggas boo? what? really?
oh you think it’s like that, ok! I’ll be right back
[Chorus]
I ain't never been a sucker for love
so if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
I ain’t never been a sucker for love
so if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
[Verse 2]
It was summer time, I was in the slumps
seen that bitch from a far, I was like wassup
remember me? I was that kid
it was him and me, you just did what you did
how you expect me to respect you
when I know a police file of other niggas that you gave your sex to
i ain’t never been a sucker so if you think so
you got the wrong motherfucker
what’s my name? ah ah, bitch! what’s my name?
you know who the fuck it is
I’m a real nigga, that’s about my biz
[Chrous]
[Verse 3]
I like the way you beat head, oooh, that's that street shhh
Shawty can you keep a secret?
Look here, you know what I’m trying to creep with
Ok, come on, cars outside, hotels up the block
Jump in the ride, you and me for the rest of the night
It’s all good, click, turn off the lights
Pack it off like that girl, ooh, damn, that ass fat girl
We almost there baby, oh shit yeah baby, ow!
[Chorus x2]
[Intro]
Doing me like you do, cause I know it’s what you do [x5]
[Chorus]
Never been a sucker for love
So if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
I ain’t never been a sucker for love
so if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
[Verse 1]
Listen boo, you’s a bitch, you been a bitch
you know how niggas do
run up in a bitch, fuck her well
and the bitch will call them bitches
but then in a week or 2, fucking all them bitches
A nigga gotta fall back and take a breather
shawty suck a mean dick but in the morning
gotta leave her, wasn't trying to deceive her
I just wanted my dick suck
cute as a motherfucker
and she got a big butt
now I’m like, what do I do from here
cause she’s acting like she ain’t trying go nowhere
ain't really trying to get attached to this shit
shit its friday, I just want some ass in the bitch
can’t be mad at me, I’m just doing what niggas do
got kids by him, she wanna be the niggas boo? what? really?
oh you think it’s like that, ok! I’ll be right back
[Chorus]
I ain't never been a sucker for love
so if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
I ain’t never been a sucker for love
so if it come down to you and me you know
I don’t give a fuck, hit the next bitch like wassup
cause at the end of the day
you ain’t never been nothing but a nut
[Verse 2]
It was summer time, I was in the slumps
seen that bitch from a far, I was like wassup
remember me? I was that kid
it was him and me, you just did what you did
how you expect me to respect you
when I know a police file of other niggas that you gave your sex to
i ain’t never been a sucker so if you think so
you got the wrong motherfucker
what’s my name? ah ah, bitch! what’s my name?
you know who the fuck it is
I’m a real nigga, that’s about my biz
[Chrous]
[Verse 3]
I like the way you beat head, oooh, that's that street shhh
Shawty can you keep a secret?
Look here, you know what I’m trying to creep with
Ok, come on, cars outside, hotels up the block
Jump in the ride, you and me for the rest of the night
It’s all good, click, turn off the lights
Pack it off like that girl, ooh, damn, that ass fat girl
We almost there baby, oh shit yeah baby, ow!
[Chorus x2]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Take Whats Yours"
[Mase]
Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough
Down for denaro, hit everything in the Triburo
And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
And I'mma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M.
With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short
And I'mma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before
You stay a playa'
Since you can't stay up with the Pope
And stick to what you do best, stick to wearin' coke
You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke
Can't keep a whip, cuz you can't pay the note
Fuck the side, I'm waiting for you on top, Mercedes drop
Black 380's cops, 'till the day I get knocked
All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly
And brush my waves so I'm handsome when the bitches greet me
Word from the wise, niggas jerk pies, we hurt them guys
Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised
So how you wanna settle this?
Rappin' or on some ghetto shit
We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit
[1] - [DMX]
Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
[Mase]
Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled
We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed
We early inheritors , born into C.R.E.A.M
If a nigga' get sheist then we form as a team
Bullshit if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M.
The weatherman don't even know the storm I'mma bring
But yo, I'm not the man with whom you interact
So before you grab gatts to jack, remember that
You take dough from Mase, you might as well send it back
I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that
When clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fall
Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick at all
No matter how big or small, I get rid of ya'll
And shit I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet shit
Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit
Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be in a double breast tux
Plus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuff
I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one do
And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot
You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof
Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one in they sunroof
And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggas head gushin'
You niggas talkin' 'bout guns like you said something
I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em
That's what you faggots get, tryin' to fuck with Mase and 'em
Bad Boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that
And all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap
[Repeat 1 until fade]
[Mase]
Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough
Down for denaro, hit everything in the Triburo
And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
And I'mma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M.
With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short
And I'mma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before
You stay a playa'
Since you can't stay up with the Pope
And stick to what you do best, stick to wearin' coke
You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke
Can't keep a whip, cuz you can't pay the note
Fuck the side, I'm waiting for you on top, Mercedes drop
Black 380's cops, 'till the day I get knocked
All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly
And brush my waves so I'm handsome when the bitches greet me
Word from the wise, niggas jerk pies, we hurt them guys
Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised
So how you wanna settle this?
Rappin' or on some ghetto shit
We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit
[1] - [DMX]
Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
[Mase]
Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled
We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed
We early inheritors , born into C.R.E.A.M
If a nigga' get sheist then we form as a team
Bullshit if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M.
The weatherman don't even know the storm I'mma bring
But yo, I'm not the man with whom you interact
So before you grab gatts to jack, remember that
You take dough from Mase, you might as well send it back
I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that
When clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fall
Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick at all
No matter how big or small, I get rid of ya'll
And shit I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet shit
Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit
Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be in a double breast tux
Plus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuff
I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one do
And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot
You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof
Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one in they sunroof
And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggas head gushin'
You niggas talkin' 'bout guns like you said something
I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em
That's what you faggots get, tryin' to fuck with Mase and 'em
Bad Boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that
And all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap
[Repeat 1 until fade]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Tales From The Darkside"
And now, the tale from the darkside...
[DMX]
Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas
What the flow is all about
Huh, its about this
Anywhere from forty-eight and up
Straight, you feel me?
Fifty fifty
Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight?
If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet
Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace
A week later them niggas talkin about (Yo, X got me)
I thought he was my man, but he act like he ain't know me
I knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show me
That nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random
Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
Niggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there
And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time
Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme
And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
And I shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad
I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal it
And that's how real it, GETS, when this shit [hits the fan]
You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man
Then we gon' see what'choo made of
If your shit ain't pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?
The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies mother missin for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in
Maggots got the bitch coverered and the smells sick'nen
Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrong
And so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move on
Keep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo
Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you
Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass
And money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast
Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN ME
On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin
'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin
You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloody
Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy
Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas
I done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggas
For that shit you did that you wasnt built for
Shit I guess you didnt know you do get killed for
I done filled niggas up with the extended clip
Its like I blew this joint down with the extended rip
Or that non-stop, when the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
?Cell cagers last night from lock out just died?
Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to run
What more can they do to a man that ain't been done
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Especially if its all over the place, your mind all over his face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game
'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they sixth train
You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to DIRT
You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth
MOTHERFUCKER...
And now, the tale from the darkside...
[DMX]
Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas
What the flow is all about
Huh, its about this
Anywhere from forty-eight and up
Straight, you feel me?
Fifty fifty
Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight?
If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet
Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace
A week later them niggas talkin about (Yo, X got me)
I thought he was my man, but he act like he ain't know me
I knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show me
That nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random
Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
Niggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there
And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time
Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme
And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
And I shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad
I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal it
And that's how real it, GETS, when this shit [hits the fan]
You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man
Then we gon' see what'choo made of
If your shit ain't pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?
The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies mother missin for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in
Maggots got the bitch coverered and the smells sick'nen
Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrong
And so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move on
Keep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo
Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you
Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass
And money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast
Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN ME
On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin
'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin
You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloody
Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy
Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas
I done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggas
For that shit you did that you wasnt built for
Shit I guess you didnt know you do get killed for
I done filled niggas up with the extended clip
Its like I blew this joint down with the extended rip
Or that non-stop, when the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
?Cell cagers last night from lock out just died?
Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to run
What more can they do to a man that ain't been done
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Especially if its all over the place, your mind all over his face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game
'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they sixth train
You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to DIRT
You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth
MOTHERFUCKER...
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"The Future"
[Meeno]
They got my back to the wall
Nobody to turn to, nobody I can trust
I used to have friends
But all I could think about was hustlin
That was then, this is now
And this is how I must be
A loose cannon, with a cannon
Nobody can trust me
When half the world is sayin "Fuck Me"
The other half will fear me
Shit both halves will make one whole
But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me
Yeah they hear me, but fuck that
I want them cats to feel me
Cuz to feel me, is to know I'll be a problem till they kill me
It's from sun-up to sun-down
Got my gun up, and I'ma run down
On any ass coward that feelin that I can't get down
I'm a nightmare, the nigga that's always right there
Borderline, with two lines, a little too heavy to fight fair
Unload, reload, cock back, and pop that
And drag to where your top at
And guaranteed that I dropped that
You can't top that
I'm here to put them rumors to rest
Fuck the past
Fuck the present
I'm the future in the flesh
[Chorus x2]
I'm the chrome before the storm
I'm the buzz before the storm
I'm the screech before the crash
I'm the click before the blast
I'm the rise before the fall
I'm the loss before the gain
Vacant Lot will keep it hot
Cuz we the future of this game
[Big Stan]
Coke game to sober
We takin rap over
Either roll with us or you gettin rolled over
But pardon, niggaz is too hard for your squadron
Evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children
No way around it, niggaz comin in thousands
M17s, grenades, and four-pounders
All you grimmy niggaz get the fuck from round us
Y'all the same cock-housers from the blocks to gouchers
Celebratin is the the feelin when I catch a fake vilian
Send him brick style in the ceilin of an abandonded building
Feel me? y'all got to, I'm the voice of theory
My advice? keep rappin you ain't no where near me
Spillin blood for the dead, God bless them dearly
And look straight to the heavens so I know that He hear me
My shit fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight
Up on in corner, with the sweeper I let the body gate
[Chorus x2]
[DMX]
When I do niggaz, it's how I do niggaz
And two niggaz got nothin for me
When they saw me looked the other way and tried to ignore me
I put holes, like foot holes, in niggaz buttholes
Stomp a mudhole, when I cut hoes, the fuckin blood flows
That was bustin niggaz wide, I was 10 when I died
Now I'm walkin dead with the infared by my side
Keepin niggaz in line like a parade
Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid
Like a grenade, playin with spades is the plan
Now what part of suck my dick don't you understand?
Better act like you know or get smacked like your hoe
When you straped, toe to toe, but can't strap with the flow
And I gets 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
Cuz I know nowadays niggaz is more ass than loose bitches
It's all good, I'm still out
Knock on wood, robbin niggaz like my last name is Hood
Cuz I could, go with that mob that goes out to rob
That mad scheme to get cream without the job
I house more niggaz than a shelter
And if a nigga ever felt a, heltah skeltah
It'd would melt away, cuz the pain is too much to bear
Let the dead be dark while the Dark is here
[Chorus till fade]
[Meeno]
They got my back to the wall
Nobody to turn to, nobody I can trust
I used to have friends
But all I could think about was hustlin
That was then, this is now
And this is how I must be
A loose cannon, with a cannon
Nobody can trust me
When half the world is sayin "Fuck Me"
The other half will fear me
Shit both halves will make one whole
But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me
Yeah they hear me, but fuck that
I want them cats to feel me
Cuz to feel me, is to know I'll be a problem till they kill me
It's from sun-up to sun-down
Got my gun up, and I'ma run down
On any ass coward that feelin that I can't get down
I'm a nightmare, the nigga that's always right there
Borderline, with two lines, a little too heavy to fight fair
Unload, reload, cock back, and pop that
And drag to where your top at
And guaranteed that I dropped that
You can't top that
I'm here to put them rumors to rest
Fuck the past
Fuck the present
I'm the future in the flesh
[Chorus x2]
I'm the chrome before the storm
I'm the buzz before the storm
I'm the screech before the crash
I'm the click before the blast
I'm the rise before the fall
I'm the loss before the gain
Vacant Lot will keep it hot
Cuz we the future of this game
[Big Stan]
Coke game to sober
We takin rap over
Either roll with us or you gettin rolled over
But pardon, niggaz is too hard for your squadron
Evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children
No way around it, niggaz comin in thousands
M17s, grenades, and four-pounders
All you grimmy niggaz get the fuck from round us
Y'all the same cock-housers from the blocks to gouchers
Celebratin is the the feelin when I catch a fake vilian
Send him brick style in the ceilin of an abandonded building
Feel me? y'all got to, I'm the voice of theory
My advice? keep rappin you ain't no where near me
Spillin blood for the dead, God bless them dearly
And look straight to the heavens so I know that He hear me
My shit fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight
Up on in corner, with the sweeper I let the body gate
[Chorus x2]
[DMX]
When I do niggaz, it's how I do niggaz
And two niggaz got nothin for me
When they saw me looked the other way and tried to ignore me
I put holes, like foot holes, in niggaz buttholes
Stomp a mudhole, when I cut hoes, the fuckin blood flows
That was bustin niggaz wide, I was 10 when I died
Now I'm walkin dead with the infared by my side
Keepin niggaz in line like a parade
Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid
Like a grenade, playin with spades is the plan
Now what part of suck my dick don't you understand?
Better act like you know or get smacked like your hoe
When you straped, toe to toe, but can't strap with the flow
And I gets 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
Cuz I know nowadays niggaz is more ass than loose bitches
It's all good, I'm still out
Knock on wood, robbin niggaz like my last name is Hood
Cuz I could, go with that mob that goes out to rob
That mad scheme to get cream without the job
I house more niggaz than a shelter
And if a nigga ever felt a, heltah skeltah
It'd would melt away, cuz the pain is too much to bear
Let the dead be dark while the Dark is here
[Chorus till fade]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"The Story"
[DMX]
I'm always talking shit, cause wherever I go I walk in shit
And now they got me on some stalking shit
Broad daylight, niggaz is crying, "But I don't want anyone to blast"
So from the roof I pick em off like a scab
And watch the slug bust a thug like a watermelon
He shoulda thought about that before caught a terror
And now another kid grows up without a daddy or a mommy
Cause at the funeral I hit up the caddy,
it's the army for real niggaz with nothing to lose
Cause when it's time to go you don't get to choose
I make the muthafuckin rules and I enforce it,
shorty's people was loose hand so he lost it
I took the joints and tossed them, in the river,
at the same spot that I dumped
This kid that didn't wanna give a nigga the combo, to the safe in the crib
Look, money, that's why I did what I did
[2 niggaz Talking.....]
[DMX]
Mad stressed and I'm about to have a breakdown
It's time for pops who got the store on the corner to have get a shakedown
He hasn't paid for protection in like two months
So I figured I'd leave him wit like two fronts
I break up shit to let him know that I'm real
Reminder, I know where you live so don't squeal
Told him, next time I come, Have some paper for me
Don't fuck around and turn into another caper for me
Cause though he's cool all that cool shit stops
And I be in the crowd talking bout, "Yo who killed pops?"
It's a shame, he was caught up in the game and couldn't play it
So I smoked him, I asked him "who's the man" and made him say it
Three times, and that's how many times I hit him
A nigga was acting like he didn't have to pay so I did him
Yo I think this shit is going to my head (for real)
But let that be a lesson, don't pay dues and you dead
[2 people Talking.....]
[DMX]
A little birdie told me that the feds were on to me
And they wanted to do something real wrong to me
So I broke out, Blazed the L for a while
Checked my sources and found my name was on file
Under gun for hire and extortion, but yo I never use
The same joint twice as a precaution and I heard this kid tried to set me up
He knew I knew so he tried to wet me up
See he was under investigation for drugs
They set up all types of phone taps and bugs
Then when they bagged him, money went out, reprisent (he was my friend)
Said they'd let him go, all he had to do was snitch
And I know now he wish they would have kept him
Cause it was sweet how I crept him, wet him up then left him
And that's for mufuckas that don't know
Go against the grain and you feel the pain
Aight yo?
[DMX]
I'm always talking shit, cause wherever I go I walk in shit
And now they got me on some stalking shit
Broad daylight, niggaz is crying, "But I don't want anyone to blast"
So from the roof I pick em off like a scab
And watch the slug bust a thug like a watermelon
He shoulda thought about that before caught a terror
And now another kid grows up without a daddy or a mommy
Cause at the funeral I hit up the caddy,
it's the army for real niggaz with nothing to lose
Cause when it's time to go you don't get to choose
I make the muthafuckin rules and I enforce it,
shorty's people was loose hand so he lost it
I took the joints and tossed them, in the river,
at the same spot that I dumped
This kid that didn't wanna give a nigga the combo, to the safe in the crib
Look, money, that's why I did what I did
[2 niggaz Talking.....]
[DMX]
Mad stressed and I'm about to have a breakdown
It's time for pops who got the store on the corner to have get a shakedown
He hasn't paid for protection in like two months
So I figured I'd leave him wit like two fronts
I break up shit to let him know that I'm real
Reminder, I know where you live so don't squeal
Told him, next time I come, Have some paper for me
Don't fuck around and turn into another caper for me
Cause though he's cool all that cool shit stops
And I be in the crowd talking bout, "Yo who killed pops?"
It's a shame, he was caught up in the game and couldn't play it
So I smoked him, I asked him "who's the man" and made him say it
Three times, and that's how many times I hit him
A nigga was acting like he didn't have to pay so I did him
Yo I think this shit is going to my head (for real)
But let that be a lesson, don't pay dues and you dead
[2 people Talking.....]
[DMX]
A little birdie told me that the feds were on to me
And they wanted to do something real wrong to me
So I broke out, Blazed the L for a while
Checked my sources and found my name was on file
Under gun for hire and extortion, but yo I never use
The same joint twice as a precaution and I heard this kid tried to set me up
He knew I knew so he tried to wet me up
See he was under investigation for drugs
They set up all types of phone taps and bugs
Then when they bagged him, money went out, reprisent (he was my friend)
Said they'd let him go, all he had to do was snitch
And I know now he wish they would have kept him
Cause it was sweet how I crept him, wet him up then left him
And that's for mufuckas that don't know
Go against the grain and you feel the pain
Aight yo?
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Time To Build"
It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 1: Mic Geronimo]
I format my mind for combat
In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that
Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi
So when I squeeze I'm off in the breeze with these
Licking shots at them whack MC's
With no direction, I rhyme with perfection skills
Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build
Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop
I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block
Word is bond I go on
I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs
Insane in the brain nothing left to gain
Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, Mother Fuckers
[Chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
Cause Ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber
Infrared aimed at your jugular
Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares
You just be another nigga that needs repairs
Talking to all them niggas shitting
And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching
Sod sill delivering, DOA push a nine to your mind and commence the spray
No bullshit, Natural's the king of left
Scared of life but wanna play the game of death
What's next? Niggas wearing padded kotex
Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex
I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler
Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor
You know my work I bless and press more skirts then the cleaners
I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the G
Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me
Gone, niggas is moist like Duncan Heinz
Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison lines
So flame on I turn my game on the expert
Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network
Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic
You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like
I'm living flashbacks, I blaze niggas split like ass-cracks
It's the J to the A, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah
So when I'm browsing through your housing projects
Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough
Time to close I hit you with 16 of those
Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows?
[Chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 4: DMX]
Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo
I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges
Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now
I'd feel guilty if I had a heart but I don't
To live a carefree life if I stop killing but I won't
It's in my blood to destroy man kind
With every murder I lose it little more of my damn mind
And I ain't got much left to lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga
I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga
Respect my mother fucking style of rap
Murder your mic and your unborn child
This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street
A little something that cant be beat
[Chorus:]
It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Mic Geronimo:]
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
This is time to build
This is time to build
This is time to build
It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 1: Mic Geronimo]
I format my mind for combat
In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that
Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi
So when I squeeze I'm off in the breeze with these
Licking shots at them whack MC's
With no direction, I rhyme with perfection skills
Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build
Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop
I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block
Word is bond I go on
I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs
Insane in the brain nothing left to gain
Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, Mother Fuckers
[Chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
Cause Ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber
Infrared aimed at your jugular
Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares
You just be another nigga that needs repairs
Talking to all them niggas shitting
And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching
Sod sill delivering, DOA push a nine to your mind and commence the spray
No bullshit, Natural's the king of left
Scared of life but wanna play the game of death
What's next? Niggas wearing padded kotex
Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex
I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler
Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor
You know my work I bless and press more skirts then the cleaners
I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the G
Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me
Gone, niggas is moist like Duncan Heinz
Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison lines
So flame on I turn my game on the expert
Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network
Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic
You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like
I'm living flashbacks, I blaze niggas split like ass-cracks
It's the J to the A, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah
So when I'm browsing through your housing projects
Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough
Time to close I hit you with 16 of those
Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows?
[Chorus:]
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 4: DMX]
Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo
I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges
Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now
I'd feel guilty if I had a heart but I don't
To live a carefree life if I stop killing but I won't
It's in my blood to destroy man kind
With every murder I lose it little more of my damn mind
And I ain't got much left to lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga
I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga
Respect my mother fucking style of rap
Murder your mic and your unborn child
This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street
A little something that cant be beat
[Chorus:]
It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Mic Geronimo:]
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
This is time to build
This is time to build
This is time to build
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Time To Get Paid"
(feat. Notorious B.I.G)
[Biggie: Juicy Sample]
Time to get paid
Time to get, time-time to get, time to get paid
Time to get..
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid
Time to get, time to get, time to get, time to get paid
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid
Time to get, time to get, time to get, time to get paid
[DMX]
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches
All these fucking killers but a jail full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is
Got a crew of guerillas, start chickens like roaches?
Put niggas lights out, buenos nochas
You can go to the left, but don't lose the focus
Whatever the fuck you do, don't lose the focus
Ain't nothing changed, nigga throw them R's up
Come through on a higher boost, light them cars up
Vato's Locos, man we are nuts
You know that's us when we tear shit up
We get's it in, no muthafucking doubt
Ain't got to pop a nigga, I punch him in his mouth
Got ya soft like funeral music, cut it out
For real, fuck is all the noise about
[Biggie: Juicy Sample]
[DMX]
When you walk like a duck, I'ma treat it like a duck
If it look like pussy than it's gon get fucked
See, we get down for real, blam niggas from the truck
And we can keep talking slick but you don't get stuck
Cats making funny moves and I don't know what you up too
But keep talking slick and you gon make me say fuck you
I'm a grown ass nigga, walk alone ass nigga
Bring it to you, ain't no beefing on the phone ass nigga
Nowadays there's so much [?]
I wouldn't be surprised if there was [?]
They don't make 'em like they used to
But y'all better get used to a nigga keeping it real
Just because he choose to
They know I'm in some pain because I go against the grain
Go against the game and show a nigga that a
Throw a nigga the [?]
Keep nigga talking, Double R for life, we deep nigga, what!
[Biggie: Juicy Sample]
[Outro - DMX]
All my life, I've been struggling
I've been struggling, but I will be alright
All my life, I've been struggling
I've been struggling, but I will be alright
(feat. Notorious B.I.G)
[Biggie: Juicy Sample]
Time to get paid
Time to get, time-time to get, time to get paid
Time to get..
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid
Time to get, time to get, time to get, time to get paid
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid
Time to get, time to get, time to get, time to get paid
[DMX]
Money, money, money
Bitches, bitches, bitches
All these fucking killers but a jail full of snitches
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is
Got a crew of guerillas, start chickens like roaches?
Put niggas lights out, buenos nochas
You can go to the left, but don't lose the focus
Whatever the fuck you do, don't lose the focus
Ain't nothing changed, nigga throw them R's up
Come through on a higher boost, light them cars up
Vato's Locos, man we are nuts
You know that's us when we tear shit up
We get's it in, no muthafucking doubt
Ain't got to pop a nigga, I punch him in his mouth
Got ya soft like funeral music, cut it out
For real, fuck is all the noise about
[Biggie: Juicy Sample]
[DMX]
When you walk like a duck, I'ma treat it like a duck
If it look like pussy than it's gon get fucked
See, we get down for real, blam niggas from the truck
And we can keep talking slick but you don't get stuck
Cats making funny moves and I don't know what you up too
But keep talking slick and you gon make me say fuck you
I'm a grown ass nigga, walk alone ass nigga
Bring it to you, ain't no beefing on the phone ass nigga
Nowadays there's so much [?]
I wouldn't be surprised if there was [?]
They don't make 'em like they used to
But y'all better get used to a nigga keeping it real
Just because he choose to
They know I'm in some pain because I go against the grain
Go against the game and show a nigga that a
Throw a nigga the [?]
Keep nigga talking, Double R for life, we deep nigga, what!
[Biggie: Juicy Sample]
[Outro - DMX]
All my life, I've been struggling
I've been struggling, but I will be alright
All my life, I've been struggling
I've been struggling, but I will be alright
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Top Shotter"
[DMX]
Rrrrrgh, uh, uh-huh
Uh.. uhh uhh, uh-huh
Here comes the boom [8X]
Here comes the boom! Boomin, bouncin
Stalkin, must walk in, hawk get to pouncin
Get em where it counts and, hit em like a mountain
Spit em have em spittin out, blood like a fountain
Don't look at me like that, we just might fight black
And that fight, might end up in me takin your life back
I don't, go for the bullshit, cause I've been down
and time is, just too important to be fuckin around
Talk nigga, I stomp a mudhole in your face
Motherfucker, rip your butthole out of place
Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it
Yeah it's a dirty job, but I just love doin in
Here comes the boom [8X]
[reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas for next 50 seconds]
Here comes the boom [8X]
[more reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]
[DMX]
I did more kinds of war crimes more times
than in war times, went way before times
You know what's sad man, that I'm such a mad man
bad man, with that BOOM you never had man
Here comes the boom [8X]
[more reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]
Here comes the boom [repeat to fade]
[DMX]
Rrrrrgh, uh, uh-huh
Uh.. uhh uhh, uh-huh
Here comes the boom [8X]
Here comes the boom! Boomin, bouncin
Stalkin, must walk in, hawk get to pouncin
Get em where it counts and, hit em like a mountain
Spit em have em spittin out, blood like a fountain
Don't look at me like that, we just might fight black
And that fight, might end up in me takin your life back
I don't, go for the bullshit, cause I've been down
and time is, just too important to be fuckin around
Talk nigga, I stomp a mudhole in your face
Motherfucker, rip your butthole out of place
Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it
Yeah it's a dirty job, but I just love doin in
Here comes the boom [8X]
[reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas for next 50 seconds]
Here comes the boom [8X]
[more reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]
[DMX]
I did more kinds of war crimes more times
than in war times, went way before times
You know what's sad man, that I'm such a mad man
bad man, with that BOOM you never had man
Here comes the boom [8X]
[more reggae chatting by Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]
Here comes the boom [repeat to fade]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Trippin Remix"
[Puffy:]
Huh, you know what time it is
This is the remix (this is the remix)
'99 to infinite
Bad Girls
Kima, Kiesha, Pam
Talk to me
[Pam:]
Baby, yeah (I like this right here)
Your show is bumpin' (c'mon)
You show me somethin' (heh heh, something, baby)
See, I won't (c'mon), trade you
In for nothin' mmmm (I like the way it's goin' down)
See erything, you do to me
You got me trippin' (you got me trippin' baby, but I like it)
And I'm satisfied (c'mon)
And I'm guaranteed (let's go)
I hope you (yeah)
That you've been checkin' me (it's the remix)
I know what you're talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet, yeah, yeah
You got me buggin' boy (c'mon) ohhh
You bring me so much joy, (yeah)
You got me open, boy
And I'ma save my - self for you, baby (that's right)
[Puff:]
Keisha talk to me
[Keisha:]
Baby, yeah (huh)
There's something (there's somethin'), I'll mention (c'mon)
Me and her (I like the way that sound) la la la la la la la (c'mon)
See, she's no (she's no), competition (heh, heh)
So tell her, yeah (tell her now) (you look good, can I taste you?)
That you're through with her (yeah)
And you're lovin' me (that's right)
And that's To-totally (that's Totally, Kima, Kiesha, and Pam) Totally
And you're dedicated (you're dedicated), to me
[DMX:]
Uh, huh, ah
Like to sprout when the lights is out (DMX)
Keeping niggas on point, that's what life's about (that's right)
You like to shout? I'ma put that shit to a-cease (huh huh) (yeah)
From here to the paper, from the bed to the grease (a'ight)
Like police, I get away with mad credit shit
Only the niggas that don't catch it, doin' some mad hungry shit (huh) (uh huh)
All that buddy shit was left alone, back in school (ugh) (c'mon)
Even then, the nigga was cuttin' up (yeah), actin' fools (what!)
Broke a lot of rules (why?) just because I could (uh, huh) (that's right)
Got away with most of it, just because I'm good (uh huh)
Stabbin' niggas with wood, I was one of the first
Doin' dirt, but I'm still outrunnin' the Hertz
And it's always worst than it looks (uh, huh) (c'mon)
But then you never understandin' the thirst of a crook (you arrested)
First comes the hook, the assault, then come the robbery (damn)
My world is always (ugh!) dark and ain't no stoppin' me
Come on!
[Keisha:]
(C'mon, sing to me Keisha) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby
(Take me to the bridge) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing
(Can you feel it?) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention
(I like the way it feels) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah
(This one's for me) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no
(Mmmm-mmmm) Competition (c'mon, let's go)
(Bad Boy) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby
(Ruff Ryder) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing
(Def Jam) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention
(DMX and we won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah
(Cuz she won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no
(Back it up, back it up) (Mmmm-mmmm) Competition
I hope you That you've been checkin' me (just dance for me)
I know what you're talkin' bout (just dance for me)
You got me trippin' on my own feet (just dance for me)
You got me buggin' boy (this is the remix)
You bring me so much joy (this is the remix)
And I'ma save myself for you (yo hooker, yellow man, PD)
I hope you
That you've been checkin' me (hit me baby, HA!)
I know what you're talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
And I'ma save my - self for you
[Puffy:]
Huh, you know what time it is
This is the remix (this is the remix)
'99 to infinite
Bad Girls
Kima, Kiesha, Pam
Talk to me
[Pam:]
Baby, yeah (I like this right here)
Your show is bumpin' (c'mon)
You show me somethin' (heh heh, something, baby)
See, I won't (c'mon), trade you
In for nothin' mmmm (I like the way it's goin' down)
See erything, you do to me
You got me trippin' (you got me trippin' baby, but I like it)
And I'm satisfied (c'mon)
And I'm guaranteed (let's go)
I hope you (yeah)
That you've been checkin' me (it's the remix)
I know what you're talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet, yeah, yeah
You got me buggin' boy (c'mon) ohhh
You bring me so much joy, (yeah)
You got me open, boy
And I'ma save my - self for you, baby (that's right)
[Puff:]
Keisha talk to me
[Keisha:]
Baby, yeah (huh)
There's something (there's somethin'), I'll mention (c'mon)
Me and her (I like the way that sound) la la la la la la la (c'mon)
See, she's no (she's no), competition (heh, heh)
So tell her, yeah (tell her now) (you look good, can I taste you?)
That you're through with her (yeah)
And you're lovin' me (that's right)
And that's To-totally (that's Totally, Kima, Kiesha, and Pam) Totally
And you're dedicated (you're dedicated), to me
[DMX:]
Uh, huh, ah
Like to sprout when the lights is out (DMX)
Keeping niggas on point, that's what life's about (that's right)
You like to shout? I'ma put that shit to a-cease (huh huh) (yeah)
From here to the paper, from the bed to the grease (a'ight)
Like police, I get away with mad credit shit
Only the niggas that don't catch it, doin' some mad hungry shit (huh) (uh huh)
All that buddy shit was left alone, back in school (ugh) (c'mon)
Even then, the nigga was cuttin' up (yeah), actin' fools (what!)
Broke a lot of rules (why?) just because I could (uh, huh) (that's right)
Got away with most of it, just because I'm good (uh huh)
Stabbin' niggas with wood, I was one of the first
Doin' dirt, but I'm still outrunnin' the Hertz
And it's always worst than it looks (uh, huh) (c'mon)
But then you never understandin' the thirst of a crook (you arrested)
First comes the hook, the assault, then come the robbery (damn)
My world is always (ugh!) dark and ain't no stoppin' me
Come on!
[Keisha:]
(C'mon, sing to me Keisha) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby
(Take me to the bridge) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing
(Can you feel it?) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention
(I like the way it feels) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah
(This one's for me) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no
(Mmmm-mmmm) Competition (c'mon, let's go)
(Bad Boy) (Mmmmmmmmmm) Baby
(Ruff Ryder) (Mmm-mmmmmm) There's one thing
(Def Jam) (Mmmmm-mmm) I'll mention
(DMX and we won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) Nah, nah, nah
(Cuz she won't stop) (Mmmmmm-mmm) See she's no
(Back it up, back it up) (Mmmm-mmmm) Competition
I hope you That you've been checkin' me (just dance for me)
I know what you're talkin' bout (just dance for me)
You got me trippin' on my own feet (just dance for me)
You got me buggin' boy (this is the remix)
You bring me so much joy (this is the remix)
And I'ma save myself for you (yo hooker, yellow man, PD)
I hope you
That you've been checkin' me (hit me baby, HA!)
I know what you're talkin' bout
You got me trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
And I'ma save my - self for you
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"We Got This"
.....[Forte & DMX Growling]....
[Chorus - Forte' & DMX]
[Forte']
You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) - DMX in parentheses
[Forte]
Forte' ! (DMX!)
[Forte']
Be the hottest!
[Forte' & DMX]
We Got This!!! (You ain't hear?!!!!)
[Forte']
We Got This! ( Nigga! You ain't hear?!!!)
[Forte']
We Got This!
[Forte' & DMX]
Straight up! We locked it!!!
[Forte' - Verse One]
Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters,
Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip
candle wax, brown Beamers to whip
And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician
whose trying to add on, when it's not addition
You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan John, micapo
Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!
The east is like the wild west without the showdown!
Them niggas be like, "what now?!"
Get cut down! From the gut down!
Intense heh? And leave you shut down!
You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!!
[Dmx]
Unghh!!! My nigga said it!!
Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!
I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!
Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!
And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!
I figure like this...It's just me against the world!
Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!
What you think I'm-a do...when my back's against the wall!!?
Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!
X'll Kill 'em all!!! That's what they say to me now!
You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!!
And you lovin' it!
It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!
And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!
But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!
This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!
It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!!!
Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!
[Chorus 2x]
[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]
This track'll make me zone out!
Run up in the party with the chrome out!
Clear Jerome out, no doubt!
Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!
Pikasoe baby!
Gotta get this money baby!
50's and 100's baby!
My whole crew be sonnin' you
What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!
Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!
[Forte']
Put in the card baby, you gone
Too many hard rappers live for cunan
You knew John was too on
Me and DMX, whether change your suit on
Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?
[DMX]
Unghh! Unghh!
If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!
EAT WHEN I EAT!
SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!
For real, SHIT IS DEEP!
And what you don't know, will kill you!
From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!!
[Forte']
I'm roundin' mine more
And very few can nine hold
The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!
Dough to sit on!
I'm down to shit on!
Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!
[DMX]
Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!
I set the clock!
Clip the glock!
Hit the block!
Rip the rock!
In the sock!
Get the knot!
This shit is hot!
Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!
[Chorus - 3x]
.....[Forte & DMX Growling]....
[Chorus - Forte' & DMX]
[Forte']
You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) - DMX in parentheses
[Forte]
Forte' ! (DMX!)
[Forte']
Be the hottest!
[Forte' & DMX]
We Got This!!! (You ain't hear?!!!!)
[Forte']
We Got This! ( Nigga! You ain't hear?!!!)
[Forte']
We Got This!
[Forte' & DMX]
Straight up! We locked it!!!
[Forte' - Verse One]
Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters,
Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip
candle wax, brown Beamers to whip
And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician
whose trying to add on, when it's not addition
You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan John, micapo
Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!
The east is like the wild west without the showdown!
Them niggas be like, "what now?!"
Get cut down! From the gut down!
Intense heh? And leave you shut down!
You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!!
[Dmx]
Unghh!!! My nigga said it!!
Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!
I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!
Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!
And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!
I figure like this...It's just me against the world!
Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!
What you think I'm-a do...when my back's against the wall!!?
Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!
X'll Kill 'em all!!! That's what they say to me now!
You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!!
And you lovin' it!
It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!
And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!
But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!
This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!
It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!!!
Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!
[Chorus 2x]
[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]
This track'll make me zone out!
Run up in the party with the chrome out!
Clear Jerome out, no doubt!
Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!
Pikasoe baby!
Gotta get this money baby!
50's and 100's baby!
My whole crew be sonnin' you
What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!
Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!
[Forte']
Put in the card baby, you gone
Too many hard rappers live for cunan
You knew John was too on
Me and DMX, whether change your suit on
Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?
[DMX]
Unghh! Unghh!
If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!
EAT WHEN I EAT!
SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!
For real, SHIT IS DEEP!
And what you don't know, will kill you!
From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!!
[Forte']
I'm roundin' mine more
And very few can nine hold
The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!
Dough to sit on!
I'm down to shit on!
Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!
[DMX]
Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!
I set the clock!
Clip the glock!
Hit the block!
Rip the rock!
In the sock!
Get the knot!
This shit is hot!
Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!
[Chorus - 3x]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Whatcha Gonna Do"
[Chorus]
I say
I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [2x]
wha-wha wha-wha whaaat
[Jayo Felony]
I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
When Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw music
With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke
When Im in Miama I go to scoop Luke
To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot
Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup
Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb boots
Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot
Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen T-Funk he took is to the fruit
Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat
Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex
And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks
Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex
S.D., Jersey we getting more sex
flow next
go next
[Chorus]
[Hook]
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh [2x]
[Method Man]
If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street
Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?
Kickin dust as I bust, .... peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat
My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet
Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
With darts, like HBO watching after dark
No love for a mark, even less for a trick
That wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ...
Real shit hotness
Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
One time, out for mine, but cant stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crop scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
Mr. meth, (DMX!)
Im running loco
motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[DMX]
I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo
Feel the pressure
Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser
Niggas hit me with the best shit then what
I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go ...
Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
The first time you start acting fuckin strange
Best to be ducking range
Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain
I break niggaz like promises
Split em' open like Thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesnt mind doing time
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Chorus]
I say
I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [2x]
wha-wha wha-wha whaaat
[Jayo Felony]
I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
When Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw music
With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke
When Im in Miama I go to scoop Luke
To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot
Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup
Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb boots
Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot
Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen T-Funk he took is to the fruit
Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat
Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex
And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks
Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex
S.D., Jersey we getting more sex
flow next
go next
[Chorus]
[Hook]
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh [2x]
[Method Man]
If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street
Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?
Kickin dust as I bust, .... peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat
My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet
Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
With darts, like HBO watching after dark
No love for a mark, even less for a trick
That wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ...
Real shit hotness
Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
One time, out for mine, but cant stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crop scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
Mr. meth, (DMX!)
Im running loco
motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[DMX]
I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo
Feel the pressure
Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser
Niggas hit me with the best shit then what
I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go ...
Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
The first time you start acting fuckin strange
Best to be ducking range
Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain
I break niggaz like promises
Split em' open like Thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesnt mind doing time
[Chorus]
[Hook]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Why We Die"
Uhh, that's some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
[Jay-Z]
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain't your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Busta Rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
Uhh, that's some shit..
..that that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen
nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin down baby, uhh..
UHH! Busta Rhymes
WHAT?! Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I see ghosts clearly; even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me - fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin - from the floor, to the ceilin
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin and stealin
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected (WHY?)
Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
(Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
with all the agony expressed in this verse;
let me ask my niggaz (why?)
My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die)
Because we Gods nigga (and) we go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
and keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
[Jay-Z]
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that - why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Like (??) it was stuntin my growth
Seperated me from the shit I was wantin the most
Felt myself comin close to pumpin them O's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin to, erase my ghostes, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders,
tryin to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak,
this ain't your average ordinary jargon
weak rap niggaz be talkin
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, til we meet niggaz
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Busta Rhymes]
I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin
on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
with every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
the demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
for my kids with a legacy for my CHILDREN to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin in your steppin faggot nigga
cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin
REAL NIGGAZ in the midst of droppin this bomb
Allah blessin me to rep for the better, and carry on
somethin great and keep a nigga name livin forever!
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
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Re: DMX - Tekstovi pesama
"Y'all Niggaz"
Ah shit, what the fuck?
Are you serious?
Hit the motherfuckin' floor, baby!
Let's go!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Let's go!
[DMX]
Y'all lookin' for names, I'm lookin' for beats
Y'all lookin' for fame, I live in the streets
Y'all talk the talk, but I walk the walk
School street, home of the brave, NEW YORK
Y'all make movies, but I make moves
Straight up, y'all got somethin' to prove
Y'all niggaz duck, but I swing back
Y'all niggaz run, but I bring gats
Y'all niggaz whisper, "X is a crackhead"
Aight fuck it, I'ma just crack heads
I bang niggaz that cross the line
Y'all niggaz talk shit from way behind
I stand my ground, but y'all niggaz don't
Shit I go to jail, but y'all niggaz won't
Y'all niggaz walk around and get scared
But I don't give a fuck, I don't care
[Chorus: DMX]
I ain't a dancing nigga, I just move to the beat
Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet
Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk
That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all
[Repeat]
[DMX]
Y'all niggaz is pussy, straight up ass
I keep that thing, and I'll blast
letcha man know, he don't wanna push me
Remember, it's you not me that's pussy
Y'all niggaz walk light on your toes
I come through hard, kickin' down doors
I spit a mean 16 without a pause
Then let 16 go just because
You in it for the dough, I'm in it for life
You in jail beatin' your dick, I'm fuckin' your wife
I bring the drama, I bring the noise
Kidnap yo mama, bring her to the boys
I make shit happen with one word
You take shit laughin' nigga, you's a bird
I take niggaz for everything they got
That's why I'm the dog and you not
Ah shit, what the fuck?
Are you serious?
Hit the motherfuckin' floor, baby!
Let's go!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Uh, uh, uh, YEAH!
Let's go!
[DMX]
Y'all lookin' for names, I'm lookin' for beats
Y'all lookin' for fame, I live in the streets
Y'all talk the talk, but I walk the walk
School street, home of the brave, NEW YORK
Y'all make movies, but I make moves
Straight up, y'all got somethin' to prove
Y'all niggaz duck, but I swing back
Y'all niggaz run, but I bring gats
Y'all niggaz whisper, "X is a crackhead"
Aight fuck it, I'ma just crack heads
I bang niggaz that cross the line
Y'all niggaz talk shit from way behind
I stand my ground, but y'all niggaz don't
Shit I go to jail, but y'all niggaz won't
Y'all niggaz walk around and get scared
But I don't give a fuck, I don't care
[Chorus: DMX]
I ain't a dancing nigga, I just move to the beat
Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet
Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the walk
That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all
[Repeat]
[DMX]
Y'all niggaz is pussy, straight up ass
I keep that thing, and I'll blast
letcha man know, he don't wanna push me
Remember, it's you not me that's pussy
Y'all niggaz walk light on your toes
I come through hard, kickin' down doors
I spit a mean 16 without a pause
Then let 16 go just because
You in it for the dough, I'm in it for life
You in jail beatin' your dick, I'm fuckin' your wife
I bring the drama, I bring the noise
Kidnap yo mama, bring her to the boys
I make shit happen with one word
You take shit laughin' nigga, you's a bird
I take niggaz for everything they got
That's why I'm the dog and you not
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