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    Dj Clue? feat. DMX

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    Come on
    Uh, uh, wooh
    Come on

    Uh, uh uh
    Man, I hear you niggas talkin
    But you walkin the wrong way to really mean it
    I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it

    It's 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 goin' 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, what's up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
    Once the four four hit' you
    You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcher

    Boy, I'm a get you
    Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
    'Cause I done told you, y'all goin' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL
    Yo 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

    A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
    I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
    I wish you understood why I'm mad
    'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back
    A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
    I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad
    I wish you understood why I'm mad
    'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

    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, 'things up in the nine'
    left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
    Yeah, that's 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 out of hand dog, betta get ya man dog
    Rap shit comes second, I'm a 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 out of you everyday, 'cause yo, these niggas gotta pay


    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

    'Cause 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, YES
    Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast

    They call me black 'Cause that's 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

    'Cause 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
    'Cause you know why, and you know my

    Motherfuckin' name up in this game
    And bitch, you know I
    Will never be crossed flippin', but on some east coast terms
    New York niggas do, fuck the perms

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Earl Simmons, Imsomie Leeper, Frederick James Perren, Keni St. Lewis.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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