Dmx
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Chorus: dmx
Niggaz won't creep these streets with me
Cause you know f**kin what these streets'll be
Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna..
Cause I gotta.. pop pop, pop pop (nigga!) I look through the 11th floor window
Take one last puff of the indo (what? )
Look through the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the briefcase (uh-huh)
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe (uh)
Outside I breathe safe (uh)
Nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (what? )
Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted (what? )
Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real
I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight)
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uhh)
Stop you in your motherf**kin tracks nigga and drop you (uhh)
Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun
I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run
But I'm on the job and right now there's more niggaz that need to be
Left with a head full of lead, restin easily (whoo)
And that twenty g's a fee, put to a good use
The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (c'mon!) Chorus 2x [dmx]
I can catch you in the very building that you live in (uh)
Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight? )
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what? )
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (aight? )
I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh)
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (boom!)
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uhh, uhh, uhh)
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (c'mon!)
I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!)
Then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some f**kin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like jack-in-the-box, strangle the shit out yo' ass (bleh)
Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops Chorus 2x [dmx]
I could be the ups delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man
Workin at toys'r'us handin yo' kid a brand new toy (true)
I could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, 'yo, where the weed at? '
I could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and children (aight)
A nigga got feelings, I just put em aside
And when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride
I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented (uh)
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I know I'm doin wrong and everyday I beg the lord
To forgive me for f**kin with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin too well, but that's my life
I know I'm goin to hell, but that's my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my life
Kill nigga kill this is my life Chorus 2.5x
Cause you know f**kin what these streets'll be
Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna..
Cause I gotta.. pop pop, pop pop (nigga!) I look through the 11th floor window
Take one last puff of the indo (what? )
Look through the scope, and let like ten go
Break it down, back in the briefcase (uh-huh)
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe (uh)
Outside I breathe safe (uh)
Nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (what? )
Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted (what? )
Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real
I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight)
It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uhh)
Stop you in your motherf**kin tracks nigga and drop you (uhh)
Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun
I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run
But I'm on the job and right now there's more niggaz that need to be
Left with a head full of lead, restin easily (whoo)
And that twenty g's a fee, put to a good use
The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (c'mon!) Chorus 2x [dmx]
I can catch you in the very building that you live in (uh)
Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight? )
Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what? )
I was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps (aight? )
I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh)
Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (boom!)
Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uhh, uhh, uhh)
I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (c'mon!)
I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (boom!)
Then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes
And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm
Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb
I could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some f**kin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up like jack-in-the-box, strangle the shit out yo' ass (bleh)
Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops Chorus 2x [dmx]
I could be the ups delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man
Workin at toys'r'us handin yo' kid a brand new toy (true)
I could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at
Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, 'yo, where the weed at? '
I could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in
Except that, I don't like to involve, women and children (aight)
A nigga got feelings, I just put em aside
And when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride
I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented (uh)
I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it
I know I'm doin wrong and everyday I beg the lord
To forgive me for f**kin with the, double-edged sword
Shit ain't goin too well, but that's my life
I know I'm goin to hell, but that's my life
Sometimes I think what will I do, with my life
Kill nigga kill this is my life Chorus 2.5x