Lirik Lagu D-X-L (Hard White) - DMX
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[Stylez P]Holiday Stylezbitch, i get you shot in the head, or shot in the neckif i ain't gettin proper respecti don't care if you rap, i still spit in your grilli don't give a fuck, never have, never willif it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin to diei ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna look at the skyask God why i'm broke, bitch, i'm cooking the piewe all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of timemy niggas sell crack, with a package of dimeshundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubblebrand new nine, and a eight in a bubblei put sixteen above ya neck, i love my setniggas think they a thug, then thug to death (uh huh)cuz the P gonna squeeze till no slugs is left (what)you know i'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and a Oyou think your shit butter? hop in front of this toast
[Sheek]yo, aye yo, aye yoi say what i want, fuck what y'all think is cooland i hate cops, cuz most of y'all was dicks in schoolno pussy gettin niggas, try an' cuff the Godplay Sheek out in the yard, but that shit too hardmy doe too long, nowadays, my flow too strongwhat y'all make in a year, i kick that for a songcheck my car, i don't care i don't play fairkeep some shit in the stash box that get me the chairand it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to heari'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crewso i don't yell when i rap, i'm basically talkin to youyou see the pain in my eye? nigga, the flame in my eye?i'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when i diefrom rappin to tellin some cat to reach for the skyi'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound niggabounty-hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what
[Jadakiss]yo, yo, yo, yoall i need is a big gun and a coupe that's crazy quicka nice house with five rooms, maybe sixa town where money is coming, eighty bricksbreak 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flipbet you never even felt the heattill i put the M1 next to your waves and melt the greasestreets help niggas, niggas don't help the streetsya'll use beats for help, we help the beatswho want it wit me? who want it with Sheek? who want it wit P?if i say so myself, it's a wonderful threebe in the hood with all your jewels in the gloveboxsame niggas that-a rob you, love L.O.X. (uh)all types of burners, even snub-glocks (uh)nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)It's Jada-the-mwaa, responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
[Drag-On]creep through the streets, for some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hardme, the security? protectin my body? i let my shotty guardput chill-pills in brainsbullets like Tylenol, make niggas drowsyfrom the blood loss, got 'em noddin off and take casket napsfuck that, you shoulda never let this bastard rapall i know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkelno parents, tale from my horror's, no moralsraised in the wrong era, with no guidanceso you dyin? it's no problem, no lyinDrag's fireso ya hamburger beef: i french-fry 'emthe Drag, done ate your foodlike i know what razors doand so guard your chin upDrag barrels, but shit, i spit up, bubble your skin upDrag scorch niggas for dinner then season 'em welli don't brag i let the streets tell, po-po, now you see he fell
[DMX]uh, uhnow you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)y'all bitches fear it cause you weak, you wanna hear it? i make it speak (what?)you ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh huh)what the science behind that son? (I don't know) a lot of easy walkini bust shit down (uh), got down (uh), kick down (uh), shot down (uh)ain't tryin to talk about what i got now, but i got now (what?)i ain't never sold a brick, i done stuck niggas up (c'mon)and for talkin too much shit, i done fucked niggas up (uh)it can get dark for real, and i think you already know that (uh huh)so think about it, wit the brick in your hand, before you throw thatnow don't act, cuz actin might get you rollin with what you ain't ready to handle (uh)all that's left of your memory, is a candle (woo!)it happens quick-fast nigga, to bitch-ass niggastalkin wreckless behind your back, them kiss-ass niggas (uh)from the rap shit to the street shit, i keep shit tightlet them cats spit that weak shit (shat!), i'm dog for life, nigga!
[Jadakiss (Stylez P) X2]they gon' need (extra guns and extra blocks)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Rydethey gon' need (extra jails and extra cops)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Rydethey gon' need (extra pits and extra glocks)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Rydethey gon' need (extra chains and extra watches)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde,
[Sheek]yo, aye yo, aye yoi say what i want, fuck what y'all think is cooland i hate cops, cuz most of y'all was dicks in schoolno pussy gettin niggas, try an' cuff the Godplay Sheek out in the yard, but that shit too hardmy doe too long, nowadays, my flow too strongwhat y'all make in a year, i kick that for a songcheck my car, i don't care i don't play fairkeep some shit in the stash box that get me the chairand it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to heari'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crewso i don't yell when i rap, i'm basically talkin to youyou see the pain in my eye? nigga, the flame in my eye?i'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when i diefrom rappin to tellin some cat to reach for the skyi'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound niggabounty-hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what
[Jadakiss]yo, yo, yo, yoall i need is a big gun and a coupe that's crazy quicka nice house with five rooms, maybe sixa town where money is coming, eighty bricksbreak 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flipbet you never even felt the heattill i put the M1 next to your waves and melt the greasestreets help niggas, niggas don't help the streetsya'll use beats for help, we help the beatswho want it wit me? who want it with Sheek? who want it wit P?if i say so myself, it's a wonderful threebe in the hood with all your jewels in the gloveboxsame niggas that-a rob you, love L.O.X. (uh)all types of burners, even snub-glocks (uh)nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh)find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh)It's Jada-the-mwaa, responsible for breakin your heart (uh)
[Drag-On]creep through the streets, for some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hardme, the security? protectin my body? i let my shotty guardput chill-pills in brainsbullets like Tylenol, make niggas drowsyfrom the blood loss, got 'em noddin off and take casket napsfuck that, you shoulda never let this bastard rapall i know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkelno parents, tale from my horror's, no moralsraised in the wrong era, with no guidanceso you dyin? it's no problem, no lyinDrag's fireso ya hamburger beef: i french-fry 'emthe Drag, done ate your foodlike i know what razors doand so guard your chin upDrag barrels, but shit, i spit up, bubble your skin upDrag scorch niggas for dinner then season 'em welli don't brag i let the streets tell, po-po, now you see he fell
[DMX]uh, uhnow you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh)y'all bitches fear it cause you weak, you wanna hear it? i make it speak (what?)you ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh huh)what the science behind that son? (I don't know) a lot of easy walkini bust shit down (uh), got down (uh), kick down (uh), shot down (uh)ain't tryin to talk about what i got now, but i got now (what?)i ain't never sold a brick, i done stuck niggas up (c'mon)and for talkin too much shit, i done fucked niggas up (uh)it can get dark for real, and i think you already know that (uh huh)so think about it, wit the brick in your hand, before you throw thatnow don't act, cuz actin might get you rollin with what you ain't ready to handle (uh)all that's left of your memory, is a candle (woo!)it happens quick-fast nigga, to bitch-ass niggastalkin wreckless behind your back, them kiss-ass niggas (uh)from the rap shit to the street shit, i keep shit tightlet them cats spit that weak shit (shat!), i'm dog for life, nigga!
[Jadakiss (Stylez P) X2]they gon' need (extra guns and extra blocks)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Rydethey gon' need (extra jails and extra cops)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Rydethey gon' need (extra pits and extra glocks)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Rydethey gon' need (extra chains and extra watches)they wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde,
