Текст песни DJ Clue f DMX - Who`s Next (X-Clue-Sive)
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[DMX] (DJ Clue) {DMX`s background vocal`s}(Whaaaat!)When its on {Uhh}Its on {Huh-uh}You motherfuckers done lost your mind!Its another one of thoseAhh man (New DMX!)Another one of them, Clue slash X joints {What!} (Who`s Next!)Another one of them off the motherfucking hook joints{Ahh you motherfuckers done lost your mind}Bulldog, call a bulldog! (Whaaaat!)When I creep throughNiggas is see throughJust like negligee {Uhh}Ain`t no talkin cause there ain`t much that the dead can sayLong as I`m walking I be strappin my dogs {Uhh} (Whoooo-hooo!)Rackin the hogsDesert Eagle packin the morgues {What?}Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it`s What happens to those that {Uhh}Chose to be foes and {Huh-uh}Bet his man knowsBut yo, we only get stronger {Uhh}And the amount of time we`re facing is only gettin longer Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!){What!} It`s time for shit to go down {Uhh!}Strapped for the show down {Uhh!}Wet up yo crib, kick the door downKnow you schemin` so I gots to get you firstPut you right up in a brand new hearseCould be worse {Whoo!}Shoulda seen what I gave this niggaTwo vests couldn`t save this nigga {Uhh}The way I laid this niggaPlayed this niggaBut thats what I`m good at {Huh-uh}Layin niggas out in fightin` pits and fuckin` hoodrats(Ha ha!)Where`s my fuckin` hood at? {Whoo!}Cripple niggas like switches {Uhh!}Rip on niggas like bitches {Uhh!}Then pour niggas in ditches {Uhh!}They ain`t found half the bodies that a nigga caughtOr should I say a nigga boughtCause ain`t nothing like getting` paid for, a nigga sport {Aight}Triple what a nigga thoughtBut thats just how shit beI know that one day they gon` try that shit wit meBut just as long as I`m on top of shitYou ain`t stoppin shitAnd ain`t a motherfucker droppin` shitChorus: DMX {DMX background vocal`s}If it ain`t ruff it ain`t me {Uhh, c`mon}If it ain`t ruff it ain`t D {Uhh}M to the XMost y`all niggas is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*)Next?!Chorus[DMX] (DJ Clue) {DMX`s background vocal`s}Plenty of niggas know dirty is how I do `emPut buck shots, from a thirty right through `emCause ain`t none of y`all muh`fuckers built for warAnd I lay down the law (Clueminati!) When I spray down the doorFuck 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 niggas to wasteSo you wanna stop the violence?Get the fuck out my face!Parole before peeps hit the board offBitches is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed offI got shit to do, rules to break, crews to breakBefore the news to break, I got dudes to takeI don`t joke cause Jokers is cardsAnd cards are what I pullInfra red with the clip fullNo leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick {C`mon}But how I handle shitIs to dismantle shit {C`mon}De-de-de-de-deLike Popeye when it`s Spinach time (Clue!)Runnin` through two niggaz like the tape at the finish lineWhat`s your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure onAnd it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts {Aight}And the bitches comin` all out them niggazOne false move and their moms`ll read about them niggasAnd they wives`ll be without them niggasMatter of fact, I`m tired of talkin moneyThrow your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)Chorus 2x[DMX] (DJ Clue)(DJ Clue!)Niggas won`t creep in the streets with me(Desert Storm!)Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would beThe Professional Part 2!Muh`fucker! (Ha ha!)Uhh, huh-uh (Fat shout - my nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)