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DMX - Wrong or Right (I'm Tired) lyrics
(feat. Bzr Royale) [Bzr] AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! [DMX] Uhh, yeah [Bzr] DMX [DMX] Uh-huh (uh-huh) uhh [Bzr] Bzr Royale - yeah, yeah, YEAH! [Bzr] OOOOOOOOOH! .. YEAH!!! [Chorus: DMX] I'm tired of answering for shit in MY LIFE It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right Tired of answering for shit that I DO Enough about me, MAN WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT YOU?! [Bzr Royale] Dreamin, starvin, drinkin, smokin Wishin, hopin, infra scopin Hater prayin for the day man What I'm sayin's hard not playin Feel the world is Aquaman Say them things for days it's rainin And it's always rainin, and it's always some'n I'ma keep on comin, I'ma keep on comin So butterflies can't reach my stomach to get my heartbeat jumpin and my blood flow pumpin So my life means some'n and it ain't no frontin for the respect you get for the work in the climbin For the ways that's beside me and the niggaz that don't like me Got a pistol and my iron if you wanna get to firin We can all keep the violence, we can all get the iron It's all about the timin if you wanna get the hype in - early! [Chorus] [DMX] Top, dog, cat's don't, know (WHAT!) Can't fuck with the flow from Y.O. (WHAT!) Ridin too much dick, say it ain't so (YEA!) I'm about to let the dog blow, YO! Get the fuck out the way or get bit (C'MON!) I ain't with the industry bullshit (UHH) Cause this is what you'll get (UHH) Stomped the fuck out or, shut the fuck up and (WHAT!) Put cats down never, got the fuck up and (WHAT!) What the fuck's up bitch, I'm tired of talkin I'm about to let my finger do the walkin (O-KAY!) Before we outlined in, chalk in the middle of the street Just start to feelin a little bit of heat (C'MON!) Don't let the steel in the street that you know go to your head Fuck around you gon' wake up, DEAD (aight?) I ain't playin wit'chu bitches, I got 20 years in it But I realize, it only takes a minute, to end it [Chorus] [Bzr Royale] It's Bzr Royale, come do it live Mama say, mama sah, mama macusa! We in {?} probably they know why Not tryin to be funny; my time is money See - OFTEN runnin we out the gate My - HORSE is gunnin, we winnin this race It's Bloodline (niggaz) it's no time (nigga) for bitch ass (niggaz) to fool my (niggaz) Drinkin daily, old ceiling leakin Men seem tense still smokin, drinkin Hammers ready for them billings Tryna creep up in my building Drunk ass bitches, what's the matter with your mind? Learn how to live or you learn how to die Kill a killa, be a killa, that's what's REALLY HOOD That's what's REALLY GOOD, wish a NIGGA WOULD [Chorus] [Bzr Royale - over Chorus] YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HOOOO!! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! |
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