Usual Suspects Lyrics

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Usual Suspects Lyrics

Artist Mic Geronimo

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 up Drive by, money talkin shit, yo back

the truck, you niggaz don't respect me But you fear me, and fear is better than

respect, y'all niggaz hear me If 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 next and my shit always bounce like DM to the X I can bring

it from up here, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, down to "Aight, I think it's safe to take off

the cuffs" play wit words, blurge and splurge, flip styles Take his and hers,

niggas encouraged, I get wild, so don't make me angry You ain't like me when I

am angry got a lot of enemies and they all like to bang Catch me when I am

sleepin, wit one eye closed, one guy chose, the dogs One got froze, wit hoes

[Ja] It's gonna be a long time 'fore they touch this here, it's Gotti, Cartier

Let's take it there, make a milli yeah, which Bentley's ice drippin off the

jewels Daily, Ja to Ro, what, y'all don't hear me nigga, y'all remember, C-M-C

95, December, fine women, illegal tender, such as life, when I feel like Y'all

ain't give me half, who could hold me, hoes try to console me, wreck they sex,

drugged out broke and lonely like so many who pushed Rolie before me Ja hit em

precisely, God just don't make too many like me inadvertantly shittin On the top

20, y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched, see by the time

y'all realized, I done touched you up, blazed you up, your whole stlye, 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 now So all

y'all can get a few, you know the shit that we be on, the three on Must be the

money like Deion, now we see on, player you pop shit I'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 mother Christ can get iced if he fucks wit my

brother, you know who run New York So bump the undercovers) [Uh-huh, yeah, it's

a family affair, you find the rear, my niggaz stick together 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 amma 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 by the Devil, born in this crime I was sworn to do, slayed you fake

thugs since performin to, I amma bleed 2-5 to my dyin day spray the A-K till

this world decay If the Feds wanna stay, we gon make em pay, cursin they whole

life till they old and gray, and in the name of the Father, and the Holy Spirit,

will they murder me In hell, crucify my lyrics, only time ever tells and I know

that you feel it All my niggaz in a cell, yo I am wit you in spirit, nuttin nice

about a nigga when he Doin his bids, comin home to the next man raisin your

kids, to my thugs in the Bridge, hold ya head up, cause niggaz gonna feel it

till they cold and dead [Mic Geronimo] Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal

disguised niggaz, the live niggaz, pullin Mac Wha, surprise niggaz, holdin my

mics to metal light, invitin these water-head Brothas 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 mellow Seein how I am a young Othello, don't confuse

me wit them brothers who lost playin black DeNiro, the boss of this, get to toss

the Crist, robbin shit We ballin flawlessly, from envy y'all brothas tried but

you'll never touch me The god heated up beyond he frequency, now it's time to

put you niggas under Pressure, we form, here I am, if it's on then it's on, if

the world was yours Could you keep it from a nigga like me? hold your head, we

about to see Motherfucker

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