Ruff Ryders - The great

[DMX]Wooh Come on Wooh Uh, uh, wooh Come on Wooh Uh, uh uh Man, I hear you niggas talkin But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on Now ya mouth got you in some shit So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas Once the four four hit'cha You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha Boy, I'ma get'cha Wet y'all niggas up like a pool'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOLYo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with Chorus: DMXA nigga gotta take a girl with the back I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back I wish you understood why I'm back It would take a lotta pressure off my back A nigga gotta take a girl with the back I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back I wish you understood why I'm back It would take a lotta pressure off my back[DMX]Uh, uh, uh Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split Then all hit the ground around the same time In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine? left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind Yeah, thats how you do that And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin Drinkin ??? fueled by drugs Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you Tie you up for a week starvin you Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay Chorus[DMX]Uh, uh, uh Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time So I gave it to him in his chest In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YESAin't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet But ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eat So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out Popped out, through a you know what Cuz you know why, and you know my Motherfuckin name up in this game And bitch, you know IWill never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms New York niggas do, fuck the perms Chorus