Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring Your Whole Crew, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 21.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Bring Your Whole Crew |
| Uhh. |
| Aiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! |
| C’mon! |
| Uhh! |
| Uhh-HUH! |
| But they don’t hear me though |
| Uhh, but they don’t hear me though, |
| Uhh, but they don’t, they don’t, they don’t, they don’t. |
| I got blood on my hands and there’s no remorse |
| and got blood on my dick cause I fucked a corpse (C'MON!) |
| I’m a nasty nigga — when you pass me nigga look me in my eyes (WHAT!) |
| Tell me to my fuckin face that you ready to die (C'MON!) |
| You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker |
| Don’t be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker |
| Who shot you? |
| Aww nigga, like you don’t know (WOO!) |
| Stickin you for yo’dough while I’m fuckin yo’broke ho (WHAT!) |
| Yo! |
| Don’t you get the picture? |
| Niggaz can’t touch me (UHH!) |
| Cause I don’t give a fuck G, I’ll get you touched B I got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door |
| and enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war (C'MON!) |
| So what you want nigga? |
| Help, cause youse about to rest (UH!) |
| When I’m fed, Red Cross couldn’t clean up the mess |
| And a vest will do nuttin but make you look a little thicker (YEA!) |
| Cause in the dark — you ain’t nuttin but a LIL’NIGGA (WHAT!) |
| And if you’d been thinkin about that shit you did |
| You wouldn’ta brought the joint, wit you kid, |
| now I’ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, wit the machete (WHAT!) |
| I bring beef to niggaz, and string em out, like spaghetti (C'MON!) |
| You ain’t ready — nor can you stand how I’m bringin it (UH!) |
| I’m givin it is how I’m livin it so I’m swingin it (UH!) |
| Red dot on your head, cause youse in mid range |
| Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage |
| Chorus: Ruff Ryders (repeat 4X) |
| I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew |
| It’s just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through |
| Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you’d be real |
| But it’s not — so I know if you get knocked, you’ll squeal |
| like a bitch, cause you is a bitch and always been a bitch (oh, OH, OHH!) |
| And you know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch (OHH!) |
| Put something in a bitch — nigga do you know me, nigga do you owe me? |
| (Uh-huh) |
| Figured you could blow me? |
| Well I’ma let this trigger fill you homey |
| Y’all niggaz gots to be smokin somethin thinkin you chokin somethin (uhhh) |
| Fuckin around wit me you’ll be a broken somethin (WOO!) |
| I’m out for 'Blood'with the 'Crips'at war |
| How much shit could you talk wit your lips on the floor? |
| Pussy niggaz make me itch, so I scratch, youse a bitch (uh, UH, UHH.) |
| So I snatch up your face, fake-ass pencil I scratch you (.UHH, UHH, C’MON!) |
| Yeah there was a time, when I woulda jumped up and choked this nigga |
| (BUT NOW!) But now I’m on some shit like, Yo. |
| smoke this nigga! |
| (Uh-huh!) |
| I’m bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill em Somebody come and get this muh’fucker before I kill him (PLEASE!) |
| ARRRRF! |
| Fresh out the asylum, I’m whylin |
| Y’all niggaz know the phone numbers for help you best to dial em (AY!) |
| Nine-one-one, emergency, the urgency |
| will have witnesses seein what the surgeon see (WOO!) |
| How far you gon’get, wit your dome split fool! |
| I catch your man slippin cause he think his shit cool; |
| (C'MON) |
| but it ain’t, so I paint the walls with his blood (UH, UH, UH) |
| Another dick in the mud — nigga WHAT! |
| Hey yo you know who this is for. |
| they let the dogs in the door (c'mon c’mon, yeah) |
| Hey yo you know who this is for. |
| (c'mon) |
| they let the dogs in the door (yeah yeah) |
| I just LOVE. |