Lyrics:
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
oh, oh,
Hey my mojo so dope bitch
Hey my mojo so dope
Yep we live it, live it
Yeah we on it, on it
Give a fuck about your lifestyle,
Give a fuck
to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
My peers, little ears
Came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was
I want to start things out by giving testimony
Cause one of my friends got ill seriously
Now the doctor told him ain't no way you gone' live
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
what's the resume?
Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin got caught
In Avenue D. in Brooklyn
My niggas out in Zone 6, soul food, no sushi mayne
Cookin' up the whole thing for Snoop Dogg and Gucci Mane
My home girls out in Brooklyn, bad lil'
Hey Saint Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord someday I'll be
A talkin' to you i wanna speak man
We come to give Him all the glory
And, give Him all the honor
We lift our hearts in praise
I’ll shout Your Name from the Mountain
I’ll drink from
if my men are rowdy, give me the mini shotty
I'll body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm obligated to anything if it's crime-related
If it shine,
girl (like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you (saying "I do")
Because I can see us holding hands
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
of my killers who stand by
And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by
Uhh, jeah, you know
Put this shit right back in the street, huh?
Brooklyn
'Til then, I'll sing this song to you
I got lost on the roadside
Yeah, I lost my way
I give thanks to the most high
'Cause He kept me safe
Hope
Open your legs
Say yeah, share, say yeah, share, say yeah
Heart to my dying light, bullet to your rose
Then I want you better fold
Don't you
pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be burning, burning hot
He's got everything
There's is no inch of his happiness to be in his place
I'll be glad to give you anything
I know your love belongs to him
But
him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what
die like cattle
Beef, I go at it so rugged, you swear
I love it is that so, hard to learn?
My burner give niggas permanent heart murmurs
If that ain't
girl (like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you (saying "I do")
Because I can see us holding hands
I walked down the street
People passing me by
They look me up and down
But they don't look me in the eye
I'm just another stranger
In my own
to Treach address, the address,
How I'll bless and blow any conflicts
Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense
M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-macking so you
me
'Cause I can be your man
And, baby, you can be my lady
But you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy
Run the streets
You can run
got you by his side.
He's got everything.
There's is no inch of his happiness to be in his place.
I'll be glad to give you anything.
I know your
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