Scenario 2000

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Earl Simmons (born December 18, 1970), better known by his stage names DMX and Dark Man X, is an American rapper and actor. In 1999, DMX released his best-selling album ...And Then There Was X, which featured the hit single "Party Up (Up in Here)". He has acted in films such as Belly, Romeo Must Die, Exit Wounds, Cradle 2 The Grave, and Last Hour. In 2006, he starred in the reality television series DMX: Soul of a Man, which was primarily aired on the BET cable television network. In 2003, DMX published a book of his memoirs entitled, E.A.R.L.: The Autobiography of DMX. DMX released a mixtape The Weigh In as a prelude/promotion towards his album Undisputed (2012). DMX has sold over 30 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling hip-hop artis… more »

[Swizz Beatz] 
See y'all don't understand us you know 
Ruff Ryders is a family 
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders 
Lets go
Swizz Beatz 

This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit 
Hitting wit the hardest Shit, cause before we started shit 
Wit kids I knew my friends all turned against me 
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this 
He got my back I got his, scheming on mad niggas 
That's how we do bids
It's about time to start another, robbing spree 
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump 
When I was up north, since 16 I was sending niggas home in a coffin 
Living like a orphan, you bad nigga? 
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here 
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair 
He'll never walk again, on the strength of me 
Thats how I left him G, scared to death of me 
Cannot run, hit wit the hot one 
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done 

Yo yo, E-V-E 
My dogz believe in me 
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasing me 
I show love to, all my bitches hustling one's, tussle wit thieves 
Making moves, second to none, I locked it, uh 
Made a sudden move you got bit 
Flooded wit the double R, real street shit 
The blond hair bandit, you got guns, hand it 
Turn my face when I bust a cannon 
Cause I don't wear sunblock 
Ask Drag if the fire is hot 
shit pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop 
We warn niggas that we coming then we hold up the blocks 
scorn niggas like their mothers then we wet up their socks 
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out 
buy out bars till we see fall 
Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money? 
Keep y'alls, for us be tearing trying to hide, then our fire 
Beat y'alls 

And you can come see me if you trying to make a gram tonight 
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white 
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be planning a flight 
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dikes 
Blowing the haze, while all of em giving me brains 
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line 
everybody wanna contact me and get wit me 
but still end up being mad Cause i charge fifty 
and as for you sucker, you can keep those rapz 
and Screw your awards, my son can't eat those plaques 
I never was shit but some things i never forget 
like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six 
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off 
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governor off 
Even the cats that be hating still be loving the dogs 
Cause they know that the double R's coming for war 

If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? 
Cause when I start busting the guns , you hiding the kids 
And the Pieer's still riding on clips, surviving wit bricks 
We beefing on the 4th you got to die on the 5th 
Like I wasn't hustling dope or robbing the blocks 
Starving or not, carving the cheek, palming the glock 
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch 
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist 
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my life 
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes 
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face 
Gimmie a shank It's Holiday ugh 
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away 
niggas wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today 
cause the P'll hollow the guns 
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla back 
then you swallow the ones 

(uh, uh, uh) 
Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggas and hit whoever 
When you should aim for them niggas that took yo leather 
They right there, but you scared that they gon bust 
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggas bleed like us 
See I'm one shot through the heart like Cupid 
Y'all niggas might be crazy, but y'all not stupid 
its 99 im killings you women and kids 
fuck scar-face watch me, i'm more action to see 
than them motherfuckers that y'all see on T.V. 
and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down 
comes wit guns, shit i'm rhyming wit one on me now 
you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio 
talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow 
I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch 
lit and book of matches now that's when you have met your match 
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when i'm thursty 
ill turn niggas more holy man, than Eddie Murphy 
i got more bricks than that city do with jersey 
Yo i got call cops niggas, I got autops niggas, that'll bust you and slide 
And some ol 6-drop niggas 
Revolver Pop niggas, easy Ox niggas 
Get knocked, say we smoked detox niggas 
Drug program, hit the streets we cop 56 mo grams 
Y'all niggas ain't messing wit scrams 
And that's 

(come on, come on, come on,) 
Boy, whats the difference between fire and water? 
You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya 
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat 
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that 
Keep shells in the envelopes Cause I'll mail out bullets 
More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage 
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you 
You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly 
when i burn you to a crisp you gonna be cruncher than chips 
wit mah hand all up in the bag munching on the shit 
bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block 
is brick on brick I got knots on knots 
Cause I got things that'll pop yo top 
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop 
And ain't nobody getting up, (un)less they in the wheelchair 
Sitting up or spitting up, either way I don't give a fuck


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