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(feat. Cam'Ron)
sample: "Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?"
Cam Uhh, what's really good? X I'm in the buildin man, yea!
sample: "Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?"
DMX It's all, good, my, nigg*
Cam That's right, you know how we do dawg, "Pull It"
Cam Y.O., Harlem, we back part two man, Dark Man where you at?
DMX Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHH, UHHHH!!!
DMX
Let's set this s**t off, start this s**t RIGHT
It's goin down to-die!
Dawg off the leash, dawg walks with heat
Dawg stalks the streets, in New York to eat
How many times do I gotta come through (YEA!)
Layin that thing down, puttin holes in you
You cats get it on the double, so stay the fk
out of my WAYYYY, you don't want no trouble (c'mon!)
We travel double far, to bring you trouble God
We rollin double hard, yea nigg* Double R!
I don't know what you thought it was, but it's NOT
But I know that you caught the SLUGS, they was hot
Get the fk off the block! (WHAT?) There's no more room
for b*tch (uhh) dawg I'm comin to get (YEA!)
Lift , out they boots, dust it
Cause I don't just walk around with them things to bust it
Chorus
Uhh, we go hard!
Never mind what a nigg* say - we go hard!
We gon' play how we wanna play - we go hard!
Man we do this s**t all day - we go hard!
Motherfker! Uhh, we go hard!
Never mind what a nigg* say - we go hard!
We gon' play how we wanna play - we go hard!
b*tch, we do this s**t all day - we go hard!
Motherfker!
Cam'Ron
Yo, I leave jail smoothly, jump in the pale hooptie
fk the d*ck-suckin-ass nigg* male groupies
Diplomats, you look at alliance, you shook in defiance
I'm cookin up coke, lookin for clients
I got the AK, SK, 40 cal
Scope red on your head still 40 thou' (40 thousand)
Worse than files of ? turf burstin blaow
Give the church my child, ask to nurture thou
Cause I've seen the hearses now
But if this was Gilligan's Isle, Thirstin Howl, wow
Look at his kicks, they worth a thou'
Isn't it sad, do what I say and wish that you had
You Michigan crabs, you stabbed you pi*s in a bag
Or worse than that, zipped in a bag
Broke to fractions, a division of math
From, Hollywood, s**ttin on s haft, we go hard
Killa Killa Killa, Killa uh uhh
DMX
KILLA!
X and Killer Cam, Dark Man X, once again - PULL IT!
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, UHHHHHHH!
I just love how it's goin, Cam, X flowin
(GET AT 'EM DAWG) I'm already knowin
Step lightly around dawg (YEA!) I might be hittin town dawg (YEA)
You really tryin to get down dawg?
Only thing I can do with p*ssy is fk it
And I would tell you to suck my d*ck but you might suck it
See y'all the cat type (WHAT?)
You still a baby get your as* wiped (WHAT?)
Must I take a nigg*'s last stripe? (c'mon!)
Youse a b*tch, now more b*tch than a b*tch
Still a b*tch fkin b*tch, you been a b*tch
Know how we do, run up, in a b*tch
Peep the crib, run up, in it quick (yea!)
Everything breathin stops; only thing my is leavin
is shots, you done got a nigg* hot
Let me catch you on the block, b*tch-ass is cowards
Done fked around and dropped the soap in the shower (C'MON!)
Chorus