Who's Next Lyrics - Dmx

When I creep through 

Niggaz is see through 

Just like negligee (Uh!) 

Verse 1: DMX 

Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say 

Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!) 

Rackin the hogs 

Desert Eagle packin the morgues (What?) 

Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's 

What happens to those that (Uh!) 

Chose to be foes and (uh-huh!) 

Bet his man knows 

But yo, we only get stronger (Uh!) 

And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer 

Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!) 

(What!) It's time for shit to go down (Uh!) 

Strapped for the show down (Uh!) 

Wet up yo crib, kick the door down 

Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first 

Put you right up in a brand new hearse 

Could be worse (Whoo!) 

Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga 

Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!) 

The way I laid this nigga 

Played this nigga 

But thats what I'm good at (uh-huh!) 

Layin niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!) 

Where's my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!) 

Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!) 

Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!) 

Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!) 

They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught 

Or should I say a nigga bought 

Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!) 

Triple what a nigga thought 

But thats just how shit be 

I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me 

But just as long as I'm on top of shit 

You ain't stoppin shit 

And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit 

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Chorus: DMX 

If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!) 

If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!) 

M to the X 

Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots) 

Next?! 

Chorus 

Verse 2: DMX 

Plenty of niggaz know dirty is how I do 'em 

Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em 

Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war 

And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) 

When I spray down the door 

Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11 

(What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!) 

When even up north I put niggas to waste 

So you wanna stop the violence? 

Get the fuck out my face! 

Parole before peeps hit the board off 

Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off 

I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break 

Before the news to break, I got dudes to take 

I don't joke cause Jokers is cards 

And cards are what I pull 

Infra red with the clip full 

No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!) 

That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!) 

But how I handle shit 

Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!) 

De-de-de-de-de 

Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) 

Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line 

What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on 

And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!) 

And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz 

One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas 

And they wives'll be without them niggas 

Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money 

Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) 

Chorus 2x 

Outro: DMX & DJ Clue 

(DJ Clue!) 

Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me 

(Desert Storm!) 

Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would be 

The Professional Part 2! 

Muthafucker! (Ha ha!) 

Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!) 

Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga! 

(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)