Lyrics:
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
That was then, this is now
And this is how I must be
A loose cannon, with a cannon
Nobody can trust me
When half the world is sayin "Fuck Me"
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
up, without a pot to piss in
Is it me, or is the rap game different?
Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too
[Drag-On]
Uh, let's go
Whoo! Drag-on, baby
[DMX]
Come on
[Chorus x 2]
My n****s is the n****s that'll ride with me
My n****s is the n****s
talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on)
You couldn't son me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot, my
You still playin games
You gon think it's a easy until you reach level 8
That's how it is
Make your opponits disappear into thin air by puttin bullets
Woo, zone (what, what)
DMX (what, what)
Ruff Ryders (what)
Here we go (what)
Yeah (what, what)
That's my dog, yeah, yeah (oh), that's my dog,
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it, then so be it
'Cause nowadays
helped you
My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you (what?)
Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you
Every other week, I'm buyin' a new pistol (woo)
squared box
Hit 'em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Yet still they don't know I'ma rob
That nigga DMX is a motherfucking problem
squared box
Hit 'em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Yet still they don't know I'ma rob
That nigga DMX is a motherfucking problem
name is spoken on the
Tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain
My claim to fame?
From
don't know I'ma rob who
That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem
Aight
on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb s***
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb s***
Time flew by, you was too fly to see
[Drag-On]
Uh, let's go
Whoo! Drag-on, baby
[DMX]
Come on
[Chorus: x2]
My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas
saved by the bell
Das when the tires screech
Wit a devilish reach I'm hot as hell
When I spit see a fire leak
Can't fuck wit me you niggas high as hell
dick
Knocking knocking on your back door well
Knock knock knock bitch
Guess who's out past 4
It's Your pimp
Your G
You motherfucking man
Oh wait
Is he
or some R&B shit and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga,
Stand back, this is the hot stuff
Hell yeah, we want the hot stuff
(Hell yeah, we want the hot stuff)
Alright, alright, alright
Hell yeah, this is the hot
I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
.jpg/300px-Hot_Hot_Heat_(1659559709).jpg "Hot Hot Heat")
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