DMX Who's Next Lyrics

When I creep through
n____z is see through
Just like negligee (Uh!)

Verse 1: DMX

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the hogs
Desert Eagle packin the morgues (What?)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's
What happens to those that (Uh!)
Chose to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man knows
But yo, we only get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer
Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for s___ to go down (Uh!)
Strapped for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new hearse
Could be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this n____
Two vests couldn't save this n____ (Uh!)
The way I laid this n____
Played this n____
But thats what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin n____z out in fightin' pits and f**kin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my f**kin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Cripple n____s like switches (Uh!)
Rip on n____s like b____es (Uh!)
Then pour n____s in ditches (Uh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a n____ caught
Or should I say a n____ bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a n____ sport (Aight!)
Triple what a n____ thought
But thats just how s___ be
I know that one day they gon' try that s___ wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of s___
You ain't stoppin s___
And ain't a motherf**ker droppin' s___

Chorus: DMX

If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all n____s is strait s__ (What?) (shots)
Next?!

Chorus

Verse 2: DMX

Plenty of n____z know dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of y'all muh'f**kers built for war
And I lay down the law (Clueminati!)
When I spray down the door
F**k around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put n____s to waste
So you wanna stop the violence?
Get the f**k out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the board off
b____es is f**kin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got s___ to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause Jokers is cards
And cards are what I pull
Infra red with the clip full
No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That s___ is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle s___
Is to dismantle s___ (C'mon!)
De-de-de-de-de
Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two n____z like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
And the b____es comin' all out them n____z
One false move and their moms'll read about them n____s
And they wives'll be without them n____s
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Throw your joints up, scrap, b____ (Ha ha!)

Chorus 2x

Outro: DMX & DJ Clue

(DJ Clue!)
n____z won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what f**kin with these streets would be
The Professional Part 2!
m____f**ker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My n____ Ray! DMX! My n____ D-Wha!)
Pa-pa-pa-pa n____!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)