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DMX - Keep Your Shit the Hardest lyrics
Chorus(2x): What y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggaz is ready to start this war that's for sure Nigga come and get it Ride and die why Cause my niggaz is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even half way there Do a dirt and a nigga gotta take the backway there What it is is the biz and its dirty You'll get rich but life expectancy is about thirty Take the business to the hallways, driving up for four days On parole with warrants that'll send me back the raw way If I get caught across Jersey state lines Figure this 98 and I been runnin since 89 So that's like 9 years delinquent time You speakin crime than you know 9 years you owe it's not 9 years you gonna go No probation or parole more time doin nothin They roam to yard writin rhymes an frontin Carry niggaz greasy because I'm built like that Burry niggaz easy cause they get kilt like that If you ain't in it wit me than you in my way But either or you will respect mine And leave tech 9 and leave it for dude The realest you gonna feel is when you face your death Sorry I didn't know nigga don't even waste your breath Coppin pleas not D why you flippin Nigga know the only thing I'm really scared of is slippin Letin a nigga catch you when I got my gaurd down So I keep em up Noddin of with one eye open I can it freak but theres a time when i'm close 'em both Lead poisonin i'm a get hit with an overdose So I don't drug thing crud thangs Think I don't know a slug stains, or blood blaze Raw gun playin drama Sadness to another niggaz momma I'm a be the the one that puts you up inside the trauma These are troublesome times And the crime prevails And the dark side keeps a niggaz ass in jail Bada-boom-bada-bing some of this and some of that Gotta boogie for a minute but you know i'm coming back Chorus(2x) Try to show niggaz but I can only hope they see You a little nigga fit right up in a 6 by 3 Layin' up like this Lips sewn shut eyes closed Niggas walk past the casket damn shorty nice pose You was ballin nigga till your ass got balled out Called out by some disrespectful ass niggas that go all out I bet you thought it was real funny Until it had to get cruddy Me walkin off leavnin you with all this bloody What he gonna do when it's all over for real And the last thing you see is that steel A blast of light that's what he seein' if you blast him right Hit him in the face and hear that closed casket tight Get it right it aint nothin but endin it to a nigga Street sweeper like ahhhh! Sendin it to a nigga When you in the house you play by house 2 words you'll never here again are house lose And that's house choose it aint gonna be that Cause I can't see that Ready to get in them niggaz ass real good so where the weed at Believe that you aint going to see nothin to familiar I would tell you what to do but than I'd have to kill you And it ain't even worth it I ain't goin to build nothin So I'm just gonna let you go be that same nigga still frontin laughin and shit Like you see somethin funny but you say sound good let me see somethin money For real (Go nigga, go nigga, go nigga, go nigga nigga) Chorus(4x) |
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