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dmx – who shot ya (freestyle) lyrics

i got blood on my hands and there’s no remorse
i got blood on my d-ck cuz i f-cked a corpse
i’m a nasty n-gga when u p-ss me n-gga look me in my eyes
and tell me to my f-ckin face that u ready to die
u be a dead m-th- f-cka red m-th- f-cka
don’t be stupid you heard what i said m-th- f-cka
who shot u ohhh n-gga like u don’t know
stickin you for your doe while i’m f-ckin your broke ho
yo don’t u get the picture n-ggas can’t touch me
cuz i don’t give a f-ck g i’ll get u touched b
i got choice ripple my slug’ll take apart a door
and enuf crazy n-ggas behind me to start a war
so what u want n-gga help me is about your best
when i’m finished red cross couldn’t clean up the mess
and a vest will do nothin but make u look a little thicker
cuz in the dark u ain’t nothin but a lil n-gga
but if you’ve been thinkin about that sh-t u did
you wouldn’t have brought the joint wit u kid
now i might have to get u kid and split your wig wit a machedi
i bring beef to n-ggas and string them out like spaghetti
u ain’t ready lord can u stand how i’m bringin it
i’m givin it is how i’m livin it so i’m swingin it
red dot on your head cuz you’s in mid range
red dot on your chest opens up your rib cage
i’m a cruddy n-gga, goin’ up raw-dog in dirty b-tches
and if i get burnt, i’m givin that sh-t to thirty b-tches
you say you know a n-gga like me, guess again poppy
i might smile up in your face but i ain’t your friend poppy
jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, n-ggas don’t want it
get it, done it, when i’m blunted
however it went down, i made it happen, i made it scr-pin’
i made it fussin, bustin, i made it cappin
and lettin off wasn’t nothing new to a n-gga
something to do to a n-gga, cause you is a fool n-gga
i know your type, you hype, all up off that fake sh-t
you can’t understand why a man would have to take sh-t
or steal sh-t, but this is that real, n-ggas k!ll sh-t, peel sh-t
i hit you in your head you won’t feel sh-t!!! uhhh!
let the dogs lose on a n-ggas -ss
find out if the n-ggas faster then the trigger’s blast
a f-cking snake in the truest form
knowin’ d-mn well that what i do is wrong, but still i do it strong
n-ggas is making movies so i gots to stop production
i need a block to function and maybe i’ll stop destructin
these blocks are not for frontin’, so let me get that shorty
cause you don’t need that shorty
you don’t know what to do with that shorty
you might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
another 24, what you want, money, more!?!

- dmx lyrics

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