DMX
Yeah
Northside shit
Triple O Sha World
Besides Earl Simmons
I'm the biggest dog ever
I can weather any storm
Undefeated Mayweather
Pretty boy like Floyd
Pulling bitches like a lever
And my shits on roids
Jason Pitts in '07
Play with that don't play with this
Little bitch I ain't no game
Front on me and lose your brain
Put him up like novacane
Put him up like e-pills
We got smoke like every strain
Niggas claim that they got gas
We having Za like Golden State
She claim she my ex
It only counted in my past life
Bitch I'm born again
Like I told christ it was my last time
Did that shit again
Caught him lacking at the last light
Sitting in that Benz
Flip the switch just like a flashlight
Lit his ass up just like they did
At his candle-lighting
Lit his ass up like Bugsy Calhoun
Bitch I'm Richard Pryor
Really with it and the truth is
Wish I was really lying
Tough guys bitches in disguise
They be really hiding
But you outside, yeah I bet
Ain't nowhere to go
You niggas broke
I know you don't ball
Can't go to the mall
Y'all still sharing clothes
And y'all grown what the fuck
Bro what they on
Shit, I don't know
Y'all niggas bogus my niggas strapped
Straight like that ain't sharing no poles
And we got too many ain't sharing no hoes
Won't fall bout a bitch oh no
Yeah gang in this bitch for sure
We kicking them doors
Rolling off X and its still R.I.P. X
Ruff Riding like Swizz and them though
Ain't ducking no reck niggas want smoke
It easy to find us you know where to go
Northside shit
Triple O Sha World
Besides Earl Simmons
I'm the biggest dog ever
I can weather any storm
Undefeated Mayweather
Pretty boy like Floyd
Pulling bitches like a lever
And my shits on roids
Jason Pitts in '07
Play with that don't play with this
Little bitch I ain't no game
Front on me and lose your brain
Put him up like novacane
Put him up like e-pills
We got smoke like every strain
Niggas claim that they got gas
We having Za like Golden State
She claim she my ex
It only counted in my past life
Bitch I'm born again
Like I told christ it was my last time
Did that shit again
Caught him lacking at the last light
Sitting in that Benz
Flip the switch just like a flashlight
Lit his ass up just like they did
At his candle-lighting
Lit his ass up like Bugsy Calhoun
Bitch I'm Richard Pryor
Really with it and the truth is
Wish I was really lying
Tough guys bitches in disguise
They be really hiding
But you outside, yeah I bet
Ain't nowhere to go
You niggas broke
I know you don't ball
Can't go to the mall
Y'all still sharing clothes
And y'all grown what the fuck
Bro what they on
Shit, I don't know
Y'all niggas bogus my niggas strapped
Straight like that ain't sharing no poles
And we got too many ain't sharing no hoes
Won't fall bout a bitch oh no
Yeah gang in this bitch for sure
We kicking them doors
Rolling off X and its still R.I.P. X
Ruff Riding like Swizz and them though
Ain't ducking no reck niggas want smoke
It easy to find us you know where to go
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Writer(s): Burak Gökgöz, Stephen Allen Dale
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