Bout Shit (feat. DMX)

LOX shit, ****

Livin' off Xperience

You feel it in the air, don't you? Yeah

Steppin' out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had

Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan (Ah)

Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers

Gun on the waiter, while I wait for ****

Plate full of plants

If you wanna die, y'all know the devil, go ahead and pick the date for the dance (Go 'head)

I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone

On a money call, then take the advance (Uh-huh)

50/50 split, take mine's on the back end

Business goin' good, take the profit, put it back in (Put it back in)

Reaganomics in effect, rooftops with cartels, honorin' the set (D-Block)

My outfit, put you out kid

Fuck about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (We the outlet)

Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stout shit

Latin homie got the coke and he on that route shit

You ain't really 'bout shit

We let the dogs out

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Blam, blam, you in the Lord's house

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Y-O ****, we goin' all out

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Find you a shelter, we gone fall out

Man, come on, come on

They call me the microwave, 'cause I hit 'em with hot shit quick (Yeah)

Got the streets like, damn, this LOX shit sick (Woo)

We ain't playin' with you **** (Oh)

In the trunk, I got them things that I'm sprayin' at you, **** (What?)

Think somethin' funny, y'all keep laughin'

**** already dead, I'ma keep stabbin' (Uh)

Been a loose cannon, been puttin' work in (Yeah)

Name ringin' bells from School Street to Warburton (Woo)

They can talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (Nah)

My rap sheet is longer than ****'s catalouges (What?)

Fuck you battle for? You know you ain't winnin' (Uh-huh)

X been the Grim Reaper since the beginnin' (Okay)

These new rappers got me like what the fuck is you doin'? (Come on)

You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doin'?

If you ain't spittin' the truth, then shut the fuck up (Please)

Fuck you, suck my dick, now what

You ain't really 'bout shit

We let the dogs out

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Blam, blam, you in the Lord's house

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Y-O ****, we goin' all out

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Find you a shelter, we gone fall out

Man, come on, come on

All this fake love around here, I know how it feel

You could just say wassup, I could tell it ain't real

**** came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail

No music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail (Yeah)

Can't tell them all yo plans, because they want you to fail

**** hate when you be movin', they rather you still

Keep track of me (Facts), watch the back of me (Facts)

I pop up, more than my son's acne (Yeah)

Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers

I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (Nah)

With this cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (Woo)

Fuck your debit card, and your lil' Visas (Oh)

Coke game, dope game, **** been around that (Oh)

Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at (Oh)

Trap game, rap game, **** made hits (Yeah)

LOX, D-Block, get off our dicks

Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)

We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)

We brought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (Yeah)

In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (Mmm-hmm)

And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (Uh-huh)

Hindsight, I look back, it just wasn't enough (Nah)

The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (Uh-huh)

Find out who's who, you seek others to trust (Ooh)

It was already bars, we was already stars

Couldn't make us more related than we already are (Nah)

It was written already, mean it was already God

And we came from the bottom, so it was already hard

Now, I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (Yes)

My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different

My outlet, not about my outfit

How you feel about shit? You ain't really 'bout shit, ****

You ain't really 'bout shit

We let the dogs out

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Blam, blam, you in the Lord's house

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Y-O ****, we goin' all out

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit

Find you a shelter, we gone fall out

Man, come on

You ain't really 'bout shit