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dmx - freestyle lyrics

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uh, uh, uh
n-gg-z gettin trampled on, what’s all the fuss about?
suckin my d-ck so hard, i’m bustin in they mouth
and then i snuff em out, four to the mid’, f-ck what i did
with no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid
slid into the shadows, cause i’m dark like that
i bark like that, jet black, but i spark like that
where are they at, when i get thirsty, sh-t
ain’t a n-gg- strong enough to stand the worst it gets
bits, and pieces are all that’s that left
n-gg-z so scared to death, they hold they motherf-ckin breath
til i p-ss, cause they asked/-ssed, and i smelled em
the s-p-e-l-l-e-d t-h-e-m, i spelled em
to make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head
catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead
red alert, n-gg-z is about to get hurt, do work
to skirts, like a jag on the merk, arf
night time is the right time for creepin
vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she’s sleepin
i been off the deep end, since i was s-m-n
that’s why now, i’m such a motherf-ckin demon!
screamin, my bl–dy head off, sh-t on my mind i gotsta get off
can’t even hold a joint, lest i let off
a couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven
that’s about eleven hundred as of now
how-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and
the-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 -sing-song like nice and smooth-
life ain’t worth a penny in, my book f-ggot
that’s why i took f-ggot sh-t, i’m a crook f-ggot
fat loops leather jackets, i bag it, along with
the jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools
on the strength that they don’t know what they holdin
n-gg-z caught me tail end cause the weight that i be sewin
sh-t up cause i get up, off my -ss and skate
makin more moves than u-haul, from state to state
i speak the great, and if a n-gg- tells you different
you turn around you ask the n-gg-, “the f-ck is you be sniffin?”
cause when it come to riffin, i am the riff raffin
gots to say nuttin, n-gg-z know they get had

motherf-cker, funk flex, volume three, the final chapter
ruff ryders, irv gotti, def jam.
right here, where my dogs at?
got them all for you baby i got them all
i gots them all.



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