Interpret:

DMX

Album:

The Great Depression

[Chorus(2x):]
Stop, drop, shut ´em down open up shop
Oh, no
That´s how Ruff Ryders roll


[DMX:]


Niggaz wanna try, niggaz wanna lie
Then niggaz wonder why, niggaz wanna die
All I know is pain
All I feel is rain
How can I maintain, with madd shit on my brain
I resort to violence, my niggaz move in silence
Like you don´t know what are style is
New York niggaz the wildest
My niggaz is wit´ it
You want it? come and get it
Took it then we split it
You fuckin´ right we did it
What the fuck you gonna do, when we run up on you
fuckin´ wit´ the wrong crew, don´t know what we goin´ thru
I´ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz
When you find out there´s somemore niggas, that´s runnin with your niggaz
Nothin´ we can´t handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle
just cause I can´t stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin´ grapes
Think you holdin weight? Then you haven´t met the Apes


[Chorus(2x)]


Is ya´ll niggaz crazy?
I´ll buss you and be swazy
Stop actin´ like a baby, mind your business lady
Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you
you know I´m tryin´ ta get rid of you
Ya I know it´s pitiful
That´s how niggaz get down
Watch why niggaz spit round
Make ya´ll niggaz kiss ground, just for talkin´ shit clown
Oh you think it´s funny then you don´t know me money
It´s about to get ugly, fuck it dog I´m hungry
I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green
Five niggaz or a fiend, don´t make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
let a dog roam and he´ll find his way home
Home of the brave, my home is a cage
and yo I´ma slave til´ my home is a grave
I´ma pull paper, it´s all about the papers
Bitches talkin´ paper then how they wanna rape us


[Chorus(2x)]


Look what you dun started,
Asked for it, you got it
had it, should have shot it
Now your dearly departed
Get at me dog, did I rip shit with this one here I flip shit
Niggaz know when I kick shit
It´s gonna be some slick shit
What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh you thought you was raw, boom not anymore
Cause now you on the floor, wishin you never saw me walk
through that door, with that 4 4
Now it´s time for bed
Two more to the head, got the floor red
Yea that nigga´s dead
Another unsolved mystery, It´s goin´ down in history
Niggaz ain´t never did shit to me
Bitch ass niggaz can´t get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Got a make´em grove, got´em all like ooh
So to the next time, you hear this nigga ryhme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin pussy and crime


[Chorus(1x)]