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DMX Lyrics
"Usual Suspects"

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My niggaz
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
Ynd my shit always bounce like DM to the X
I can bring it from up here, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Fown 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'm angry
Got a lot of enemies and they all like to bang
Catch me when I'm sleepin, wit one eye closed
one guy chose, the dogs
One got froze, wit hoes

[Ja Rule]
It's gonna be a long time 'fore they touch this here, it's Gotti
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 style
Chump nigga, what? hit it again if you thought I gave a fuck

[Verse Three]
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 abr nigga shoot a honey
Now who's to blame when you bleed
Ain't no answer
If it ain't a bullet, I'mma die from cancer
Puff out till my lungs is gone
And nigga it's a war till the guns is gone

[Verse Four]
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'mma 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'm 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

[Verse Five]
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'm 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
This song is from the album "Unleashed & Unreleased Vol. 2".