DMX:
Grrrrrrr
Grrrrr
Grrr

JD:
Yeah.

Chorus:
To all my bitches in the spot lookin real fly
An all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin high
An all my playas world wide it s the shot or die
Getcha papergetcha doughgetcha shit right
x2

First offya ll niggas know I don t slouch
An as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about
I m from the South
Ya heard
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
From ATL to Dallas an the little palace
Goin oncegoin twice
Everydaylivin nice
In the grey wit the ice
Makin money rollin dice
Livin the life
That ya ll dream of
Puttin niggas outta buissiness like Sony did to Sena
You seen us
The green stuff
An nuttin else that s all I collect
I got the hots like the Lox
MoneyPower and Respect
An I can damn the check
That any of ya ll niggas spit
I stay hittin
I ain t bullshittin (he ain t bullshittin )
Nigga
Wit more glitter
Than M.J.
It s all pimp play
When it comes to me
An ya ll muthafuckas know how JD gets down
An those who don t it s a new sheriff in town
Feel me now

Chorus x2

Mad Rapper:
Yolet me tell you were I m at ya ll
Shits kinda sad ya ll
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back ya ll
Who think he stallin?
I still ain t ballin
An I got wild bills
An a crowd that keeps callin
My dogs wanna hang(bark)
My bitches wanna bang
But it don t mean a thang
When all you got is change
That s why my women ain t dimes
Not even close to nines
Sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches
Type of bitches that spit in yo face like Alomar
Broke hoes without a car
snatchin fruit from salad bars
Which one of ya ll come ontest me now
Me not goin nowhereyou don t impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
I m probably scemin
While you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin
I wait for 4 o clock when yo drunk ass is leavin
Cause I paid to get in
An now I gotta pray teethin

Chorus x2

DMX:
Niggas goin to parties
Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You Begets what I be wantin so I be bringin the tool
Tryin to snatch up all that ice that you came in
An nigga D be flippin yeahmoneyit s the same shit
What you thought
Cause you bought
A joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain t on point
An I can see it in yo eyes that you comin closer than tryin
An every step you take brings yo ass closer to dyin
An I don t flow wit the dough
cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
Hoodrats and hoes
An I m good
Cause muthafucka I m stain in the hood
An I m gon rip till I m stiff like wood
You wishin that you could
Keep it as real as me
An you gon know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be
Some next shit
Darkman
Muthafuckin X shit
Wreck shit
For respect bitch

Chorus x4

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