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DMX - Damien lyrics
Uh Def Jam Uh Ruff Rydes Uh my nigga T.P. creep wit' me Why is it every move I make turns out to be a bad one? Where's my guardian angel? Need one, wish I had one I'm right here shorty, and I'ma hold you down' You tryin' to fuck hootie bitches? I'ma show you how But who? Name's D like you But my friends call me Damien And I'ma put you in this up there Up out this game we in You and me could take it there And you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin' That's a given? You'll see Hmmm, that's what I been wantin' All my life Thinkin' 'bout my little man So I call my wife Yo, yo' dadda is about to make it happen What you mean my nigga? I'm about to make it, rappin' Today I met this cat He said his name was Damien He thinks that we're a lot alike And wants to be my friend You mean like Chuckie? Ha ha, yeah just like Chuckie Dadda, looks like we both lucky Yeah Chorus: The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in a fog? The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in a fog? A yo D What up D? You the smoove nigga I seen you when nobody know who pulled the trigga Yeah you know, it's always over dough You sure? I could'a swore it was over a ho Naw, naw, that ain't my style Nigga you stay frontin' But you still my man And I ain't gon' say nothin' Pass the weed, go 'head smoke it What? Go 'head, drink it Word? Go 'head and fuck shortie Know I can keep a secret Aight I'm about to have you drivin' Probably a Benz But we gotta stay friends Blood out blood in Sounds good to me, fuck it What I got to lose? Hmmm Nothin' I could think of Any nigga would choose Got me pushin' the whips Takin' trips across seas Pockets stay laced Nigga I floss g's For that nigga, I would bleed Give him my right hand Now that I think about it Yo, that's my man Chorus X2 You like how everything is goin'? You like what I gave you? Yeah You know if you was goin' down I'd be the one to save you True But yo I need a favor These cats across town hate me Plus their behavior hasn't been too good lately What, anything for you dog Where them niggaz at? 38th and Broadway Aight, lemme get the gat Run up on 'em strapped Bust off caps in 4 niggaz Lay low for 'bout a month Then kill 2 mo' niggaz Now I'm ready to chill But you still want me to kill Look at what I did for you dog Come on, keep it real Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it Who is it this time? A yo remember that kid Shaun You used to be with in '89? Naw, that's my man I thought I was yo' man But yo that's my nigga Hey, who's yo' biggest fan? Either do it, or give me yo' right hand That's what you said I see now ain't nothin' but trouble ahead Uh huh Chorus X2 To be continued mother fuckers |
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