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Reporter
Rapper and actor DMX along with wife pregnant wife Tashera
Showed up at the federal court in Queens Wednesday
To accept a plea agreement
Inside the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances
Chorus: DMX
My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door
Got me like "I ain't fkin with that b*tch no more"
Don't even like so I can't fk with her
Thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her, nah
(Repeat)
DMX
My baby's motha be buggin, she wanna blast stick girls
One of them talk s**t, and then get they as* kicked girls
Once upon a story, yall know the story
And that everything is lovely when it's all about the glory
But soon as s**t hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram
I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man
From the time I wake up and get dressed
I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest
It's oh-five, so I'm on some different s**t cousin
She ain't gon have me liftin through that riffin s**t cousin
I got moves to make and mad s**t to do
Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew
It's like one and two that might get a nigg* that big and happy
And I know them girls will fk me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin at me
You listenin thinkin that's a crazy brother
But I'm gon have to be a father who ain't fkin with his baby motha
Chorus: 2X
girls be callin the cops, thinkin they callin the shots
Takin the dude with the bag, baby it's all in the pops
And do yo thing, cause I'm doin mine boo
A nigg* just been chillin, I been just fine, and you?
I kicked it with my honey and she put me on to something
You gon think until you really see me gon, I'm frontin
Maybe if you kept your friends of respectable distance
Out of our business, I wouldn't have to come and visit
I thought you knew, let the s**t you like switchin clothes
When them girls through, ain't to co sure when they home
But that ain't never stopped yo as* from passin on the Guess
Askin for that Cougie sweater, patten up the breast
Patten up the butt, but you think is stupid
Last week yo s**t was like the dog, look at it now, too big
I ain't gon blow yo s**t no more, I shouldn't be even did that
Cause you my baby motha, and I'ma always h*t that
Hook: Janyce (DMX)
Give a hell what you say (You don't)
I ain't never gon go away (You won't)
I'ma stalk you till I find you (Been there)
Turn around and be right behind you (Still there)
Be in the bushes outside yo house
Just waitin for you to come out
Cause I'm a stupid b*tch (I know)
A real fkin stupid b*tch (I know)
Ain't nothing but a stupid b*tch
Chorus: 2X
DMX
My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door
Got me like "I ain't fkin with this b*tch no more"
Give me a Puerto Rican honey that cook rice and beans
And hair down to her ass, who looks nice in them jeans
So I can be like "d*mn, you looking good and I wanna fk"
But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got a duck
Plus, you don't wanna be around and see what honey do
And plenty comin through, she comin through with that twenty-two
Trust me, you don't need that in your life
Oh yall girls already know, I got a wife
You'se a stupid b*tch, a real fkin stupid b*tch
You ain't nothing but a stupid b*tch. b*tch!
Bridge
Chorus until fade