Lyrics:
[DMX - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag
UHH! This is it baby!
End
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
into
And I can't take 'em all with me is my only issue
I wanna leave out of here, take 'em back to the crib
And show them how to do the chocha, hit it
that
I came back with a brand new bag that I have Full of passion
I'm gonna blow your fucken brains as if your plastic ass were a damn gasket
Eat these
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
these streets
So please pay attention when you're coming around
'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
I'm still back for the first damn
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
Just stop by to hit it quick and get enough, a-get enough
(Chorus: Oobie) 2x
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
I stripped it down for your naked eyes
So you could understand and move your mind
So I hope you know through the rising tide
That I'll be here
Wo-ah Na Na na na
Blazing Na na na blazing
Blazing by the ocean golden hour
Feels amazing
I'm patrolling of the coast of Kailua
Sunset chasing
And I
where I live but what can I say
A torn down country ran by a bj
Do a few lines
Seeing the signs
Hit to the back and I'm snapping your spine
Eye for an eye
That fat boy shitt was a spoof it was comical
Now I'm dropping hits with a focus Geronimo
I keep chicks straight on their backs Domino's
After I get
it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you want a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
Niggas gone be hating
When I split the pie
Give you 3.14
When you pay for 3.5
Blazing pressure
You can tell by the red in my eyes I be high
She call me
dimming my eyes
I can go hard and I don't even try
Tryna spin me back like I'm a fidget spinner
I'm moving all around the map, I'm the fidget winner
And I'm
things you do got me going crazy
Got me thinking to myself can you be my lady
But hell naw, cause I can't fall in love wit the cut
Just stop by to hit
God given
This is hard livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless
Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back boomin' smokin' bomb
I can't, I can't forget that face, and I will, I will go back to that place
She stands before my eyes, right before my eyes
I can see the colours
Yeah
Blitz
Yes
Ahhhh
Rest in peace Miller Mac
As I sit in the back of my mind
I try to find
Sipping wine headrush hitting me like
I know in time
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
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