Song Title: Ruff Ryders' Anthem Artist: DMX Album: It's Dark and Hell Is Hot DMX: Somethin' new Chorus(2x): Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders roll DMX: Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die All I know is pain All I feel is rain How can I maintain, with madd shit on my brain I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence Like you don't know what are style is New York niggaz the wildest My niggaz is wit' it You want it? come and get it Took it then we split it You fuckin' right we did it What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you fuckin' wit' the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' thru I'ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz When you find out there's somemore niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle just cause I can't stand you Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes Chorus(2x) Is ya'll niggaz crazy? I'll buss you and be swazy Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business lady Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you you know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you Ya I know it's pitiful That's how niggaz get down Watch why niggaz spit round Make ya'll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin' shit clown Oh you think it's funny then you don't know me money It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make it a murder scene Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone let a dog roam and he'll find his way home Home of the brave, my home is a cage and yo I'ma slave til' my home is a grave I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers Bitches talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us Chorus(2x) Look what you dun started, Asked for it, you got it had it, should have shot it Now your dearly departed Get at me dog, did I rip shit with this one here I flip shit Niggaz know when I kick shit It's gonna be some slick shit What was that look for, when I walked in the door Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore Cause now you on the floor, wishin you never saw me walk through that door, with that 4 4 Now it's time for bed Two more to the head, got the floor red Yea that nigga's dead Another unsolved mystery, It's goin' down in history Niggaz ain't never did shit to me Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me Gots to make the move, got a point to prove Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh So to the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and crime Chorus(1x)
song title: dogs for life artist: DMX album: Flesh of my flesh... Chorus x2 I will rob the still wit you Dog nigga wha Ride till we die, on till it's on Thick like blood, where's my dogs? Uh, there's my dogs (Verse 1) Now who I am is who I be until I die Now except it or don't fuck wit it But if we gonna be dogs then you stuck with it Let me go my way but walk with me See what I see watch me, then talk wit me Share my pain make it a little easier to deal wit Cuz despite all the fame you I'ma keep it real wit Rob the steal wit, dog nigga wha, ride till we die, on till it's on Love is love, and I enjoy the love, but when there's conflict, then it destroys the love You can't toy with love, niggaz take it to the heart You ain't gonna find too many niggaz that are willing to bark in the dark Leave your head from the start, don't fuck it up now Later on you gonna hit me like, fuck it up how? You my dog and I'd die for you, let's keep it like that Give me unconditional love and I'll give it right back Chrous x2 (Verse 2) Most niggaz make movies, but niggaz like us make it happen Or shit we use to do, never thought we would make it rappin' But now we here, at the same place, at the same time Now cats joke cuz they get it wit the same rhyme Yeah niggaz is livin' comfortable cuz life is all good One thing we must remember that life is all hood And the casket's all wood, and we all take it there one day Shit today is Sunday, we both could be there on Monday Life is bullied like that, WHAT?Thugged the fuck out Sometimes I take it to the church and sometimes thug the fuck out Niggaz get drunk the fuck out their boots, violating family rules Mothafuckers stay in your shoes Now see what you need to do is chill shorty Mighty please come and get it before I kill shorty I will do for my niggaz as what they will do for me Bust a faggot like you for free Chrous (Verse 3) I'm always surrounded by dogs for the love The only niggaz I fuck wit is thugs, nigga wha? Blood in blood out, pathos locos homes, Its no jokos homes, when we smoke them cromes And how we broke them bones Are the last niggaz, these ass niggaz, these skemed ass niggaz, to trash niggaz, they ass niggaz, they pussy and half you cats can't even flow And when I hear ya'll niggaz rhyme I hear, well you know But that's a whole nother' issue, right now we on this We keep spittin' like this, how the fuck we gon' miss? Cuz the camp is strong, and the stamp is strong Double r, mothafucker keep the casket blowin You could get yourself caught up in shit you can't handle And you, know I can't stand you, demand to This one time I'ma let a dog be a dog But I'ma see you in the ring and when it's on then it's on Chorus x2 Dog nigga wha, on till it's on, where's my dog, there's my dog undefined undefined More... Tara Reidpictures [Close] Tara Reidpictures [Close] Yahoo! Movies Exclusive
Song Title: Slippin' Artist: DMX Album: Flesh of my Flesh.. Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh See to live is to suffer but to survive well that's to find meaning in the suffering. Chorus Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get these bags up off my feet so I can tear shit up! (Repeat) I been through mad different phases like Masons to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids doing something more constructive with they time than bids I know because I been there now I'm in there sit back & look at what it took for me to get there First came the "Howll!!" the drama with my mama she got on some fly shit "What!" til I split and said that I'ma be that seed that doesn't need much to succeed strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was baggin' "Uhh!" when I caught a buzz for thinking about how short I was Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man when I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid? Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme to get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream and by all means I will be living high off the hog and I never gave a "What!!" about much but my dog That's my only "Howll!" I had offered my last Just another little "Come on!!" headed nowhere fast Chorus That ain't the half "Arf!" get's worse as I get older actions become bolder heart got colder chip on my shoulder that I dared a "Uhh!" to touch didn't need a click cause I scared a "Uh huh" that much One deep went to for kicks catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick used to get high to get by used to have to "Howl!!" in the morning before I get fly I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin' I did some "Arf" now I'm ready to take something 3 years later showing signs of stress didn't keep my hair cut or give a "Come on!" how I dressed I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life "What!" like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife wanna make records but I'm "Wheeew'd!" up I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Chorus Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom "Howll!" was like damn look how that "how that" got him Open like a window no more Indo look at a video sayin' to myself that could've been yo on the TV believe me it could be done somethin's got to give it's got to change cause I've got a son I've got to do the right thing for shorty and that means no more getting high drinking forties So I get back lookin' type slick again Fake "What!" jump back on my "Uhh uh huh!" again Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel & much respect to all my "Come on!!" that kept it real Be strong kept a from doin' wrong "Uhh" who they is and this is yo "What uhh!" song and to my boo who stuck with a "Arf!" through all the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due Chorus can't get up...I gots to get up This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted Ahh X Baby
Song Title: Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood Artist: DMX Album: Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood Artist: DMX Album: Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Song: Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Author: Sony Bono@aol.com Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Bloooood!!!!!! Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All my niggas get down like what? Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All my niggas get down like what? DMX: My dogs is dogs with official blood line I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets? Can I atleast go one year with out spittin the heat? Motherfuckers think it's sweet until you get your chest messed up Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up He ain't going no where, no time soon Remember high noon? The last thing he heard was boom! Can I get some room or do I have to make me a path?! Break you in half make, fake niggas make me laugh! Ya'll niggas is funny, still talking about money And they ain't got none Get the shotgun cuz you hungry It's about to get ugly when the lights is out One, two, three hold, thats three strikes you out! His knife was out, I think they found it, still in his head He in a bag, and I'm over here, killing his man! Chorus: X4 Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All my niggas get down like what? DMX: I no longer see the shadow that once kept me strong And I'm starting to get that same feeling that once kept me wrong Can't afford to trust niggas, cuz niggas, lust figgas Plus niggas, scared to bust niggas What's niggas, doing with the heat? And they ain't killing nothing but time Fucking with the streets and you ain't feeling nothing but mine Tired of hearing niggas rhyming, and don't say shit! Fuck is on them niggas minds? Why don't they quit?! Sucking my dick, looking for something new Let your man hold something with your hold something crew You know how niggas do, we don't forget shit If you was there when it was thin Then you were there when it was thick! No hitch hikers, fuck that, the ryde was ruff! And every nigga that was with us, the die was ruff! Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't cried enough! So now you niggas come and get us, we fires em up! Chorus: X4 DMX: Motherfuckers, thought that the x was stop But I got niggas like, yo who's the next to drop? From his camp, if the stamped ran camp is official Think when you die, then how many is gonna miss you Lean over in your casket and kiss you Send you on your way with a blessing And pray was good enough to learn a lesson Smith and Wesson ended money's life Now money's wife is a widdow (gave it two full blasts?) Nah dog, just a little Besides rap, I don't talk but make plenty of moves I'll murder and tell you fools Before your men and them choose And either, one of you lose And not, let all you win Even if it means I gotta shed, blood again Keep the bank account, doublin But don't hate me Really thought that what you said would either make me or break me Know it and don't take me Knowing it right! Matter of fact, I think I dropped another, soul tonight! Chorus: X4
Alblum: And then there was X song: Party up [DMX] Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*}
