DMX FT STYLES JADAKISS ITS PERSONAL Lyrics

We all got guns, we all got dogs
We all gon' make that trip to the morgue
We all find it harder to see through the fog
We all know the difference between right and wrong
We should all live life by one fact
Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back
I seen cats go out like suckers
I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad m_________ers"
I see fake n____z and the games they play
Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day
But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin
I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing
It's that craft for me, the half of me
Let through n____z in the door after me
Yo, somebody stop me; please, somebody come and get me
If I go, I'm taking n____z with me!

[Hook: Styles P. - repeat 2X]
Dog n____, Ghost n____
Hop the bar with the toast n____
It's like the Lord getting close n____
It's personal, now we gotta smoke n____z
It's personal, now we gotta host n____z

[Styles P.]
(Dog n____, what up!) n____ f___ the cop and the warrant
You get a chance, poppin, informing
All I need is a glock and I'm touring
Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball
And then slide the f___ out in the top of the morning
If you hear me c___in it on 'em, I'm poppin it on 'em
I don't f___ around n____, better stop it and mourn 'em
And who the f___ asked you to rhyme?
I'm the Ghost, when I come around, they throwing up the hazardous sign
And you ain't around chemicals, just around generals
Who spend, passing they time, blasting they nine
Rather die with my man then the five for ya livewire
Spend half of ya time, smashing ya spine
Other half we getting money and more money
You think about cars, I got "goin to war" money
That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, money
And if anybody slip, they getting sent to the morgue, money

[Hook w/ Jadakiss adlibs - repeat 2X]

[Jadakiss]
It's like lately I've been feeling so weak at the knees
And speaking to n____z is just like speaking to thieves
So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em
Guess already? Then meet 'em
I'm fair game, but I'm ready to cheat 'em
The streets ain't right now, the Colgate White is light brown
These n____z ain't nice, they nice clowns
That's why I'ma start layin them right down
And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down
Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've been hazed up
'Cause you can see the makeup spots on 'em
This is way beyond ya Avion
The Golden King, more like Polo Spring
And what makes it even worse, aiyyo it's that it's personal
Maybe even ya Earth can go
I'll make it where they can never find the b____
Right outta the bar, with all kind of s___

[Hook - repeat 2X]

[Outro: Styles P.]
Yeah, y'all n____z can get caught up in the hype if you want
Bodies drop over here, this is not a game man
You wanna get caught up in the hype again? Then you can fall in the hype again
This is a movement, Double R, n____ you know what's up
And if you don't, you gon' get to know what's up
Yeah, we ain't playin wit' y'all n____z this year
'06, '07, and on, n____ what's up?
Pop off! You know how I work