chorus X2: DMX Swizz Beatz
now, what y'all want me to do (keep your shit the hardest) (uh-huh!)
it's about to go down (niggas is ready to start this) (uh-huh!)
war that's for sure (they can come and get it) (c'mon) woo, woo, woo
we ryde or die, why (cuz our niggas is wit it) (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon) woo, woo, woo, woo
i want monopoly money but i ain't even half-way there
doin dirt, a nigga gotta take the back-way there
what it is, is the biz, and its dirty
you'll get rich but life expectancy is about thirty
take the business is the hallways, driving up for four days (uh)
on parole with warrants that'll send me back the raw way (uh, uh, uh, uh!)
if i get caught across Jersey state lines (huh?)
figure this 98, and i been runnin since 89 (c'mon!)
so that's like 9 years delinquent time, you speakin crime then you know
9 years you owe is not 9 years you gonna go
no probation or parole more time doin nothin (uh-huh, uh-huh)
they room to they yard writin rhymes an' frontin (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
carry niggas greasy, b-cuz i'm built like that (what?)
bury niggas easy, cuz they get kilt[killed] like that (what?)
if you ain't in it wit me than you in my way but either or (c'mon)
you will respect mine, leave tech 9 and leave the fourty (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
the realest you gonna feel is when you face your death (woo)
"sorry, i didn't know" nigga, don't even waste your breath
coppin pleas not "D, why you flippin?"
nigga, know the only thing i'm really scared of is slippin (uh)
lettin a nigga catch you when i got my gaurd down (uh, uh, uh, yes)
so i keep em up, noddin off with one eye open (uh, uh, uh, yes)
i can it freak it but theres a time when i'm close 'em both
lead poisonin i'm a get hit with an overdose (uh, uh, uh, uh!)
over those drug things, crud things (c'mon)
think i don't know a slug stains, or blood brings (c'mon)
more gun-play and drama, sadness to another nigga's momma
i'ma, be the the one that puts you up inside trauma (uh, uh, uh, uh)
these are troublesome times, and the crimes prevail
and the dark side keep a nigga's ass in jail
bada-boom-bada-bing some of this and some of that (uh-huh)
i gotta boogie for a minute but you know i'm coming back
chorus
try to show niggas, but i can only hope they see
you's a little nigga, fit right up in a 6 by 3
layin' up like this, lips sewn-shut, eyes closed
niggas walk past the casket, "damn, shorty, nice pose"
you was ballin nigga till your ass got balled out
called out, by some disrespectful ass-niggas that go all out
i bet you thought it was real funny until it had to get cruddy
me walkin off leavin you with all this bloody (what?)
what he gonna do when it's all over for real
and the last thing you see is that, steal
a blast of light, that's what he seein' if you blast him right (uh-huh)
hit him in the face and hear that close, casket-tight (uh-huh, woo)
get this right, it aint nothin but endin it to a nigga
street sweeper like, ahhhh! sendin it to a nigga
when you in the house you'll play by house rules (uh-huh)
two words you'll never here again are, house lose (uh-huh)
and that's house choose, aint gonna be that, cuz I can't see that
ready to get at that nigga's ass real good, so where the weed at (uh, uh, uh, uh)
believe that you aint goin to see nothin too familiar
i would tell you what i do but then i'd have to kill ya
and ain't even worth it i ain't goin to build nothin
so i'm just gonna let you go be that same nigga still frontin
laughin and shit, that you see somethin funny
what you sayin sound good, but let me see somethin money
for real
Swizz Beatz
go nigga, go nigga, go nigga, go nigga, nigga
