Lyrics:
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
'm positive the dark ain't deep
Just switch your light on
when we hit the streets truly what I see is all I keep
My sights are set in higher times
And my
comment (yeah)
I want my M's up to one, two, three, four, five one-hundred (go)
I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (no)
Miami no shirt just
'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you
'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it
the headturner
Every step you take
Televised by Ted Turner
TBS and TNT
Sunday drain the tray
But drew the foul on NBC
Ain't no stoppin me
I told y'all
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now
Bust-a-bus
What a gwan?
How you feel?
Feeling great
What you want?
I want to do it
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three AM
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting all my meals for free
for the past week
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three am
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting
screws when you get close to me
It's like too much to describe, yeah, it's enough for two lives
And I could never stand by nothing but at least I'm gon'
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
spooky
This is about as kooky as I've ever felt now
Count down to Nuclear Meltdown
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
You can run you can do what
motherfuckers with an Uzi
I sees three little kids up in the front row
Screaming, "Go," with their 17-year-old uncle
I'm like, "guidance?
Ain't they got
no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a hole in your ass).
Verse 2:
I'm scopin' niggas out.
Show me the trigger and watch me
loose
Do it free for me and charge you a hundred or two
Top floor in the presidential with a wonderful view
Yeah I'm rich, but I ain't just talkin' I
feel cra-zy
(One, two, three, four)
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get wicked!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
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