Lyrics:
Play the fuckin' track
Play that fuckin' track
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
We just keep
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
universe
Far from you average rappers
Nothing is by the book
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Show you just how to cook
The city is full of bishops
Putting pressure
way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole commity like to puff l's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? my semi
to draw out of this well
Our father Jacob dug it and the stories it could tell
From this well drank his children and his kettle by the score
Where is your
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
Dye your thirst
What are we doing?
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned
Loyalty is more than just a word
But I know to a lot of y'all it don't mean shit
If I died and went to hell I'd try to come back and warn you
But
(Official Nast, it's hot in here)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (yo, yo)
Yo, shut 'em down start the violence, we wildin' wildin'
Slain
with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me
at the bridge
You niggas is sipping on 40's
I'm topping the keg you know how we play
Like G's coming up off
Watts boys in the hood spit
Nothing but that hot shit
tune while I was busy strummin'
We'd gotten so close, I didn't see it comin'
The hot time in this old town sure turned cold
Hell, now I couldn't touch
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
not shirk
Down the chimney, yeah, he gets to work
That Mr. C is H-O-T,
Santa won't you light my Christmas tree?
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
It's just a television wonderland
It's one more fairytale about a rich bitch
Lying by the swimming pool
Life is so cool
Easy living when you make
Play the fuckin' track
Play that fuckin' track
Oh, there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right, y'all) Method Man
We just keep
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
thing I knew, I was listening to an album called 'freak out!' by the mothers of invention. I became very interested in their concept of music, their
with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me
This song is dedicated to Dmx
We'll never forget you, that's for sure
Dmx I didn't know you but I feel I did
You don't know me from Adam but I knew
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