[ Featuring Ja Rule ]
Ah, what?
Niggas don't want it, haha, yeah
Ja Rule, DMX
Def Jam niggas, ha
These motherf*ckers better stay the f*ck out our way, ha
Understand that, nah I mean?
We doing this shit straight gangsta style, Gotti style, nigga (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
F*ck yeah
Ja seen the torture, the high class, high sadity
Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city
Niggas is definitely assed-out f*ckin' with me
End up with a gun in your mouth, straight cheese
I should bust 'em, 'cause see me killin' you don't mean nothin'
I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin', nigga
So you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned
Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved
Some roads you just ain't fit to take
And Ja's rules ain't them laws that you fatefully break
Unless you wanna get spanked with the nine fully load'
We can murder each other, meet at the crossroads
And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac
My niggas gon' hunt you 'til you drop, believe that
Niggas is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom
Give the little kids back, that's the way we do things
Never leave shells, never drop names
Roll with the game as it change
And Ja is to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain
In my demise, you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta darkness done graduated, made a way"
And this I swear, here in Hell, we don't play fair
Cross the line and my nine'll be bringin' you here, motherf*ckers
Check it out y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check it out y'all
Uh, grr
I make moves that get me where I'm goin'
Break fools that act like they ain't knowing how it's going
Dizown, with the Dizark, 'cause that's that kid
Unmask that kid, look at that bastard kid
That don't mind having to break shit or take shit
And motherf*cker, if you ain't me, you ain't shit
F*ckin' faggot
You know I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga, I wasn't even think about f*ckin' with you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin' twice 'bout who to f*ck with
Shit is gettin' bad, I'm robbin' niggas I grew up with
And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot
Or I'ma torture this nigga's little sister and make him watch
Give a nigga a little room, now he's tryna house shit
But I bet you get back on some mouse shit
When I punch you in your mouth, bitch
Ah, a nigga broken off quick
And, is the sound he makes chockin' off dick
How you feel? Eatin' dinner with a straw for you to suck through
F*ck me? No, f*ck you, now I gotta touch you
F*ckin', bitch, suckin' dick like a jockstrap
Put them Glocks back
Tryna be the first punk motherf*cker that shot back
Got that? Didn't get it? Well, you know where you gonna be layin', right?
I'm tellin' you, ah, you know what the f*ck I'm sayin', right?
You will respect this, 'cause it gets reckless, and when I cut the
Dun-nun-dun-dun-nun-dun, you be like "What the, no"
But it's too late 'cause the heat-seaker done found the heat
The concrete done found your meat
Just hittin' the ground still hot from steam comin' off you
Eyes rolled back in his head, from coughin' up chunks of flesh
Then niggas'll roll with his monstrous death, beatin' punks to death
Ain't nothin' left but the memory of what used to be your life
Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife
Y'all motherf*ckers don't understand, when it's on it's on
You up in the casket with shades, 'cause your eyes is gone
I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid
But you made it happen, with that bullshit you did
Now you want peace? Well, take a piece of this ammunition
And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishing
My mission is almost complete
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