DMX: One more road

DMX] Uhh.. this is life (this is life)This is what I know (this what I know)So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life)Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)One more road to crossOne more risk to takeGotta live my lifelike there's one more move to make[DMX]I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this niggaHe work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figuresKnock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there,"but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhereSee money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get byJust make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mineAin't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit thenHate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippinwon't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you thatI keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packsand run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up Northand you out a week later? That's bullshit!I bust off, I need this doughFuck you think I'm here for my health?I need this wealth, because I feed myselfYou play with my life, when you play with my moneyPlayin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funnyChorus[DMX]Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month nowwith me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it downI got four people on the inside, one stay in the backTwo stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacksAight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we askfor the dough they know that we takin all three bagsNow see that? You gotta hear em shoot that niggaMatter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that niggaHardhead motherfuckers always get itI told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did itDid you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the backNigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flatThis cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mansCouldn't control what was in his handsI'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of thereDidn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of thereChorus[DMX]Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comesThat's how it's goin in the slums over crumbsSomethin little becomes somethin majorNiggaz gettin blown up like a pagerEar to ear with the razor, pour out my soulTook control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt?I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptizedPriest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibesRyde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottinWe all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten?I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devilThrow dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovelThe level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivinFUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivinAlive and goin through it, but I made my bedSo now it's in these flames that I, lay my headChorus 2X