Lyrics Don't You Ever - DMX

Don't You Ever

Don’t do it dog, it’s just not worth it
Uhh.
grrrrrr.
what the fuck have they done?
Arf!
Arf!
Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)
Now don’t you ever (fuck around)
Now don’t you ever (fuck around)
Nigga don’t you ever (fuck around)
Now don’t you ever (fuck around)
Aiyyo I got a mean flow that’ll drown niggas, put down niggas
Can’t stand to be around niggas if they clown niggas
How many times must I break the same niggas off somethin dumb
So we know, where the fuck I’m comin from?
Gun and ones, watch a black nigga turn purple
With this fo'-pound, I bust mo' rounds then a circle
The nigga that tried is the same nigga that fried
So he’ll never rest in peace cause of the way that he died
I’m Evil, like Kneival, faggot I’ll leave you
Like I shoulda did your peoples before they could conceive you
How’s a buck-fifty sound, for a quick ass cut?
I’ll have a flashback, I fuckin blow your bitch-ass up
And it’s no problem, handlin a nigga with a death wish
Leave him breathless, and hit his wife with a dead fish
Must I show this nigga, I can throw this nigga, I’ll blow this nigga
You can get it too, because you know this nigga
I get pumped, just like a bodybuilder
And it’s been more than a couple of times my pump shottie spilt a
Nigga’s guts on the door, because he wanted more
Than he could stand, now him and his man is on the floor
That’s what you get for talkin shit you shouldn’ta got me started
You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin, but you got it
I shit on niggas like a toilet, cause all it, takes
Is a second for it to get hectic so call it
How you want it?
Punk bitch talkin junk bitch
Fuck around and you’ll be found in a trunk bitch
Niggas is off-brand like no frills
And I got mo' skills to show my fo' kills, my fuckin blow grills
Got some cold shit, have you like — «Oh shit!»
Don’t laugh money
When I’m done with this nigga, I’m gettin in yo' shit
Break niggas, especially fake niggas over dumb shit
With one hit, watch the dum-dum split this bum’s shit
Fuckin see some cats thinkin the worst
Dumb cats, them cats sleep in a hearse
Where yo' guns at?
Run that, see a nigga thirst
Been there, done that, and did it first
Nigga can’t tell me shit about this
And I keep somethin that’ll hit if I miss
One thing a nigga stay with is hot shit
Got this, what you cats want?
Not this
I constantly gots to remind young niggas
Uh-uhh, don’t do that, some niggas
Think cause I ain’t killed a nigga this week
That shit is sweet
Fuck around, you’ll be dead in the street
Red with a sheet, over the corpse
Shit is deep, so I shed a tear, over the loss
If you creep, then you niggas’ll roll with the force
Shoulda paid that money that you owed to the boss
Uh-huh
Don’t do it dog, it’s just not worth it
Please heh, for your sake, hehehe
Y’know?
C’mon!