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Intro:Mic Geronimo (DMX)Yeah (grrrrr) introducing the suspects: DMX, Ja-Ro, L-O-X, Khadafir (grrrr)Mic Geronimo (my niggaz)[DMX]What`s all the noise about? have some respect, shut the fuck upDrive by, money talkin shit, yo back the truck, you niggaz don`t respect meBut you fear me, and fear is better than respect, y`all niggaz hear meIf I smack the shit outta this nigga, his man over here is like "Yo""What nigga what?" and his man is like "Sike yo"Take it from one extreme to the nextand my shit always bounce like DM to the XI can bring it from up here, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, down to "Aight, I think it`ssafe to take off the cuffs" play wit words, blurge and splurge, flip stylesTake his and hers, niggas encouraged, I get wild, so don`t make me angryYou ain`t like me when I`m angrygot a lot of enemies and they all like to bangCatch me when I`m sleepin, wit one eye closed, one guy chose, the dogsOne got froze, wit hoes[Ja]It`s gonna be a long time `fore they touch this here, it`s Gotti, CartierLet`s take it there, make a milli yeah, which Bentley`sice drippin off the jewelsDaily, Ja to Ro, what, y`all don`t hear me nigga, y`all remember, C-M-C95, December, fine women, illegal tender, such as life, when I feel likeY`all ain`t give me half, who could hold me, hoes try to console me, wreckthey sex, drugged out broke and lonelylike so many who pushed Rolie before meJa hit em precisely, God just don`t make too many like meinadvertantly shittinOn the top 20, y`all niggaz kill me, talkin like y`all can`t be touched, seeby the time y`all realized, I done touched you up, blazed you up, your wholestlye, chump nigga, what? hit it again if you thought I gave a fuck[Jadakiss] (Styles)[Yo, yo, yo it`s pitiful, everything`s political, but I got more rounds nowSo all y`all can get a few, you know the shit that we be on, the three onMust be the money like Deion, now we see on, player you pop shitI`d rather pop shells, twist el`s, blow chaps wit the rap cartels](Nigga, one nation in the gutter, L-O-X style, I bring it to your motherChrist can get iced if he fucks wit my brother, you know who run New YorkSo bump the undercovers)[Uh-huh, yeah, it`s a family affair, you find the rear, my niggaz sticktogether and None of us care, we ain`t got time for cages](Doin ages) [Thinkin of my crew] (Holdin my two razors)[Lockin in] (Lockin out)[I play the block] (Poppin up) [Poppin out] (I like to shop)[I get the finest clothes Top of the line guns](Honies sellin crack, put this pack on your son)[It ain`t my fault I want a vault full of money] (The shit is dead, I seen a|br> nigga shoot a honey) [Now who`s to blame when you bleed] (Ain`t no answer)[If it ain`t a bullet, I`mma die from cancer, puff out till my lungs is gone,and nigga it`s a war till the guns is gone][Khadafi]Giuliani showed me, that hell`s another level, blessed by Allah, possessed bythe Devil, born in this crime I was sworn to do, slayed you fake thugs sinceperformin to, I`mma bleed 2-5 to my dyin dayspray the A-K till this world decayIf the Feds wanna stay, we gon make em pay, cursin they whole life till theyold and gray, and in the name of the Father, and the Holy Spirit, will theymurder me In hell, crucify my lyrics, only time ever tellsand I know that you feel itAll my niggaz in a cell, yo I`m wit you in spirit, nuttin nice about a niggawhen he Doin his bids, comin home to the next man raisin your kids, to mythugs in the Bridge, hold ya head up, cause niggaz gonna feel it till theycold and dead[Mic Geronimo]Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal disguised niggaz, the live niggaz, pullin MacWha, surprise niggaz, holdin my mics to metal light, invitin these water-headBrothas to get splash back and take a life, slidin back when i was 16?Rule-mellow? my brother told me laid back, aced up, and play it mellowSeein how I`m a young Othello, don`t confuse me wit them brothers who lostplayin black DeNiro, the boss of this, get to toss the Crist, robbin shitWe ballin flawlessly, from envy y`all brothas tried but you`ll never touch meThe god heated up beyond he frequency, now it`s time to put you niggas underPressure, we form, here I am, if it`s on then it`s on, if the world was yoursCould you keep it from a nigga like me? hold your head, we about to seeMotherfucker

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