Who's Next Lyrics

Dmx - Who's Next Lyrics

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Who's Next Lyrics

When I creep through

Niggaz is see through

Just like negligee (Uh!)



Verse 1: DMX



Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say

Long as I'm walking 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 facing is only gettin longer

Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)

(What!) It's time for shit 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 nigga

Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)

The way I laid this nigga

Played this nigga

But thats what I'm good at (uh-huh!)

Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and f**kin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)

Where's my f**kin' hood at? (Whoo!)

Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!)

Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!)

Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)

They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught

Or should I say a nigga bought

Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)

Triple what a nigga thought

But thats just how shit be

I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me

But just as long as I'm on top of shit

You ain't stoppin shit

And ain't a motherf**ker droppin' shit



Chorus: DMX



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 niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)

Next?!



Chorus



Verse 2: DMX



Plenty of niggaz 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**kers built for war

And I lay down the law (Clueminati!)

When I spray down the door

F**k 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 niggas to waste

So you wanna stop the violence?

Get the f**k out my face!

Parole before peeps hit the board off

Bitches is f**kin but I sleep with the sawed off

I got shit 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 shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)

But how I handle shit

Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!)

De-de-de-de-de

Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)

Runnin' through two niggaz 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 bitches comin' all out them niggaz

One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas

And they wives'll be without them niggas

Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money

Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)



Chorus 2x



Outro: DMX & DJ Clue



(DJ Clue!)

Niggaz 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 nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)

Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!

(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)