| Y’all niggas is dead, dead!
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| What the fuck is wrong with y’all?
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| Face illest street niggas, illest rap niggas
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| It’s murda!
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| Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don’t got the heart
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| To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
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| Cause whether your for or against this
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| When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
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| The weapons I possess they not for show
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| And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
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| See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
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| Or be one shot ass
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| J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
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| Yo, shit I hope ya’ll niggas know to lay low now
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| Cause thou shall perish if you don’t bow down
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| Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights
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| You shot twice god bless to this the night
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| That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life
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| And you dead right be in hell looking for ice
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| F**kin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
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| All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich
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| You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
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| Flow semi-hot handling me your not
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| Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
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| Rather beat your dick or your bitch
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| My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
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| Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
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| Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
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| Niggas ain’t seein my plight
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| I’m a cruddy nigga, goin' up raw-dog in dirty bitches
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| And if I get burnt, I’m givin that shit to thirty bitches
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| You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
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| I might smile up in your face but I ain’t your friend Poppy
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| Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don’t want it
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| Get it, Done it, when I’m blunted
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| However it went down, I made it happen, I made it scrapin'
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| I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin
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| And lettin off wasn’t nothing new to a nigga
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| Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga
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| I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
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| You can’t understand why a man would have to take shit
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| Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
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| I hit you in your head you won’t feel shit!!!
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| GRRRR…
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| Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass
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| Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger’s blast
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| A fucking snake in the truest form
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| Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, but still I do it strong
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| Niggas is making movies so i gots to stop production
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| I need a block to function and maybe I’ll stop destructin
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| These blocks are not for frontin', So let me get that shorty
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| Cause you don’t need that shorty
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| You don’t know what to do with that shorty
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| You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
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| Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?!
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| Uh! |
| Dark man! |
| DMX! |
| Ruff Ryders! |
| Def Jam! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Want , by - DMX. Song from the album The Best Of Sisqó 20th Century Masters The Millennium Collection, in the genre R&B