Dmx - Who's Next lyrics

When I creep through n***az is see through, just like negligee (Uh!) Ain't no talkin' 'cause there ain't much that the dead can say Long as I'm walkin' I be strappin' my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!) Rackin' the hogs, Desert Eagle packin' the morgues (What?) Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes It's what happens to those that (Uh!), chose to be foes and (uh-huh!) Bet his man knows, but yo, we only get stronger (Uh!) And the amount of time we're facin' is only gettin' longer Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!) (What!) It's time for sh** to go down (Uh!) Strapped for the show down (Uh!) Wet up yo crib, kick the door down Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first Put you right up in a brand new hearse, could be worse (Whoo!) Shoulda seen what I gave this n***a Two vests couldn't save this n***a (Uh!) The way I laid this n***a Played this n***a But that's what I'm good at (uh-huh!) Layin' n***az out in fightin' pits and f**in' hoodrats (Ha ha!) Where's my f**in' hood at? (Whoo!) Cripple n***as like switches (Uh!) Rip on n***as like b**hes (Uh!) Then pour n***as in ditches (Uh!) They ain't found half the bodies that a n***a caught Or should I say a n***a bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a n***a sport (Aight!) Triple what a n***a thought But that's just how sh** be I know that one day they gon' try that sh** wit me But just as long as I'm on top of sh** You ain't stoppin' sh**, and ain't a motherf**er droppin' sh** If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!) M to the X Most y'all n***as is strait s** (What?) (shots) Next?! If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!) M to the X Most y'all n***as is strait s** (What?) (shots) Next?! Plenty of n***az know, dirty is how I do 'em Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em 'Cause ain't none of y'all muh'f**ers built for war And I lay down the law (Clueminati!), when I spray down the door f** around on my name will be 95-B-64-11 (What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!) When even up north I put n***as to waste So you wanna stop the violence, get the f**k out my face Parole before peeps hit the board off b**hes is f**in' but I sleep with the sawed off I got sh** to do, rules to break, crews to break Before the news to break, I got dudes to take I don't joke 'cause Jokers is cards And cards are what I pull Infra red with the clip full No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!) That sh** is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!) But how I handle sh** Is to dismantle sh** (C'mon!) De-de-de-de-de Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) Runnin' through two n***az like the tape at the finish line What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!) And the b**hes comin' all out them n***az One false move and their moms'll read about them n***as And they wives'll be without them n***as Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money, throw your joints up, scrap, b**h (Ha ha!) If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!) M to the X Most y'all n***as is strait s** (What?) (shots) Next?! If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!) M to the X Most y'all n***as is strait s** (What?) (shots) Next?! n***az won't creep in the streets with me (Desert Storm!) Cause you know what f**kin with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muthaf**ker! (Ha ha!) Uhh, huh-uh (My n***a Ray! DMX! My n***a D-Wha!) Pa-pa-pa-pa n***a! (Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)