D-X-L (Hard White) Lyrics

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D-X-L (Hard White) Lyrics

Artist DMX

[Styles P] Holiday Styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck

if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your

grill I don't give a fuck, never have, never will If it ain't on your hip, then

you're lookin to die I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky

Ask God why I am broke, bitch, I am cooking the pie We all gon' die, sooner or

later, matter of time My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes Hundred or

more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a

bubble I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set Niggaz think they a thug, then

thug to death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what)

You know I am good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit

butter? Hop in front of this toast [Sheik] Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo I say what I want,

fuck what y'all think is cool And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in

school No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard,

but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong What

y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't

play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair And it don't

buck shot and the blast is hard to hear I am a true thug nigga, bring it

straight to your crew Small yell when I rap, I am basically talkin to you You

see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye? I am tryin to leave my kids

some real fuckin change when I die from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for

the sky I am that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your

whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT? [Jadakiss] Yo, yo, yo, yo All I need

is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe

six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties,

is a crazy flip Bet you never even felt the heat til I put the M1 next to your

waves and melt the grease Streets help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets

Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats Who want it with me? Who want it

with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three Be in

the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox Same niggas that-a rob you love

L.O.X. (uh) All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh) Nice size tecs you could

carry in your sweats (uh) Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh) It's

Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your heart (uh) Uh [Drag-On] Creep

through the streets For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard Me the

Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard Put chill pills in brains,

bullets like Tylenol Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off

And take casket naps, fuck that You shoulda never let this bastard rap All I

know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale from my

horror's no morals Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance So you dyin? It's

no problem, no lyin Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em Drag

done ate your food Like you know what razors do so guard your chin up Drag

barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin. up Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but

season 'em well I don't brag I let the streets tell Po'-po' now you see he fell

[DMX] {*overlapping last line*} Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers know what my name

means when you hear it in the streets (uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak

You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?) You ain't ever bust a gun, but

there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh) What the science behind that son? (I

don't know) A lot of easy walkin I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down

(uh) shot down (uh) Ain't tryin to talk about what I got now, but I got now

(WHAT?) I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon) And for

talkin too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh) It can get "Dark" for real,

and I think you already know that (uh-huh) Well think about it with the brick in

your hand before you throw that Now don't act, cause actin might get you rollin

with what you ain't ready to handle (UHH) All that's left of your memory, is a

candle (WOO!) It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz Talkin reckless

behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh) From the rap shit to the street

shit, I keep shit tight Let them cats spit that weak shit (What!) I am DOG FOR

LIFE! NIGGA! [Styles] (Sheek) They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks (They

wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra jails and extra cops

(They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra pits and extra

glocks (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra chains

and extra watches (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need

extra guns and extra blocks (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They

gon' need extra jails and extra cops (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff Ryde, Ruff

Ryde) They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks (They wanna Ruff Ryde, Ruff

Ryde, Ruff Ryde) They gon' need extra chains and extra watches yeah nigga what

thiz go out 2 my nigga rj rjizzy in columbus hold them niggaz down dog and im

out

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