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F****n' wit' D

DMX

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

F****n' Wit' D
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Lead Vocals
Johnny Hammond
Johnny Hammond
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Laurence Mizell
Laurence Mizell
Songwriter
Fonce Mizell
Fonce Mizell
Songwriter
Damon Blackmon
Damon Blackmon
Songwriter
Anthony Fields
Anthony Fields
Songwriter
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P.K.
P.K.
Producer
Dame Grease
Dame Grease
Additional Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Darrin Dean
Darrin Dean
Executive Producer
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Executive Producer
Joaquin Dean
Joaquin Dean
Executive Producer
Justice Johnson
Justice Johnson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

What's on y'all niggas minds? (What?) Fuckin' wit' me Y'all know somebody has told you about fuckin' wit' D Stuck in a tree is what you will be like a cat And I'm a dog at the bottom looking up, now what's that? (Uh) Your worst nightmare 'cause I take it right there (yeah-huh) You got niggas coming? Where they at? Right where? (Yeah) I make 'em like air, floatin' away Wouldn't tell what he was thinking, so I opened a way (come on) Left him broken away, you know he hurt before he died Makes you wonder (uh) if he lost his shirt before he died Only two knew the answer and one of us is dead (uh-huh) So anyone who seeks the truth can get it straight to the head (uh) Then you and him can discuss what I did (uh) Yeah, it was wrong, dog, but I slid (woah) I'll repent one day, just not right now You hear my shit all on the street, I'm kinda hot right now (come on) I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'cause y'all ain't killing nothing (uh, uh) I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'cause y'all ain't killing nothing I wanna break bread wit' the cats that I starve with Wanna hit the malls with the same dogs I rob with (yes) Wanna be able to laugh with the niggas that I cried with (yes) When it's over, be like these is the niggas that I died with (yes) What do you do when you find out, in the hall, there's a rat? What do you do when you find out that your dog is a cat? Shit, all niggas pack, can't hold but two So while you getting more gats I'm putting holes in you A snub nose will do, break 'em off real proper Nina keep spittin' and I ain't gonna stop her Cock her, unlock her, let her go Give it to his man (what?) just to let him know (what?) All things considered, it was real for a minute (come on) Got what was yours and tried to steal something with it Now feel something hit it, your chest, that is The best that is, is possibly the best that slid Don't stress that, kid I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'cause y'all ain't killing nothing (uh, uh) I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas 'cause y'all ain't killing nothing When niggas hear that dog bark, they better run When police hear that dog bark, they better come They expect to save their lives, but they lives will be lost (yes) There is a price to pay, how many lives will it cost? (Come on) Since I run with the devil, I am one with the devil (uh-huh) And I stay doing dirt, so I'ma come with the shovel (uh-huh) Is you on a level of a madman whose mind's twisted? Mad niggas dreams caught the last train, mine's missed it (woo) Listed as a manic-depressive with extreme paranoia Hey dog, I got something for ya Hear my name, feel my pain Niggas wanna steal my fame, but first, feel my reign (come on) Know what it's like to suffer (uh), never have enough of (what?) Shit starting off hard, then only getting rougher (what?) Tougher, but then came the grease So if you wanna save the peace, tame the beast
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields, Larry Mizell, Alphonso J. Mizell, Damon Blackman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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