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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Lead Vocals
Edwin Starr
Edwin Starr
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Perren
Freddie Perren
Songwriter
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Kevin Crouse
Kevin Crouse
Mixing Engineer
Darrin Dean
Darrin Dean
Executive Producer
Joaquin Dean
Joaquin Dean
Executive Producer
Lil Rob
Lil Rob
Producer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Mmm Man, uh Shit stay happening You know? It's crazy dog It's off the hook But you know Real niggas get by Know we eat regardless 'Cause I'm heartless Who is this I see, comin' through, it's like 3 on the a.m. I'ma rob this nigga and when I'm done, I'ma slay him For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2 And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to Yeah, that one'll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way, and I teach 'em Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I'll beat you Like Jigga said, niggas test you when your gun goes warm So I keep 'em scattering like roaches, when the light turns on From night 'til dawn, right from wrong, holds no weight .357 slugs with a snub nose, trey-eight Settin' all them issues straight (what) Squashin' all beefs To the point where the police was blockin' off streets They got me trapped off in the building, but you know how that go (uh-huh) I stay fucking with the hood rats, so I run up in a rat hole Go through the hallway, see police, we're face to face And being I'm telling you this story, means I caught another case Yeah It's either you or me And more than likely, it's gonna be you, than me A'ight? Feel me, yo Day two of the saga, this fuckin' drama continues I'm wakin' up like every two hours, lookin' out my window Plus, I keep the four-four pointed at the door Just in case, when they bust in, I'll bust them And I'm gunnin' for the face "What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me "You can always get a job", that deep shit they tried to sell me Got me nowhere but broke and fucked up in the game But now I got a name (uh-huh), and niggas know my name Knock at the door, "Police, we're lookin' for a man Who killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand" I play like a bitch, "It's just me here, and I'm not dressed And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest" That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city 'Cause I'm hotter than lave, I'll holler tomorrow Hit my dog on the horn, he like, "Fuck, you done did? They done ran up in my crib, nigga, patting down my kid" Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons Murder's on my mind (uh), no half steppin' Motherfuckers want war, you can get it 'Cause I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin' Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest They can keep theirs, because it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em It'll be the roar of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building 'Cause when I go, I'm taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me I ain't sittin' around waitin' for them faggot niggas to come and get me I bring it to 'em, service with a smile What nigga? Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga? And now that you finally findin' out what this shit means I'm at the precinct, 116th, run up in there Open up my jacket, "You motherfuckers lookin' for me? Well, here I am, now you comin' with me" Man, this shit is crazy baby Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you feel it? Is you with it? It's off the hook dog I'm out
Writer(s): Frederick J. Perren, Earl Simmons, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Robin Andre Mays Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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