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letra de drug shit - dmx

yeah, one for the road baby
uh, is it real?
is it real?

[verse 1]
which would you rather have the 10 you found or the 5 you earned
became a man at 6 cause at 5 you learned
don’t take nothin’ for granted except death
man of the house cause you the last n-gga left
see how it’s going dizzy with the sh-t so we can blast a rhyme
hope the lord got your soul cause your ass is mine
and every time you turn around n-ggas know that i be right there
east heard the west was cravin for a nightmarе
don’t give a f-ck about what you sling
cause you ain’t slingin that sh-t, or bringin that sh-t
up the hill, but you still singin that sh-t
talkin sh-t likе you know what it’s like to walk this sh-t
i get on some stalkin sh-t
show you n-ggas that real new yorker sh-t
i’m just thinkin all the business i don’ handled for n-ggas
all the families that i got lightin’ candles for n-ggas
grieving relatives, grandmothers fallin’ out and needing sedatives
moms huggin the casket wishin’ that she raised some better kids

check it, check it, check it out, yo
check it, check it, check it out, yo
check it, check it, check it out, yo
check it, yo
[verse 2]
’cause your raps weak
take the back street n-ggas can run a track meet
the full length of my rap sheet, see that be
the flow that’s crushin’ them on the l
jumpin’ on they motherf-ckin’ sh-t, bustin’ them until they swell
then tell ya mother next time she see her son is never
and i’d be on your d-ck if my name was “no p-ssy ever”
like the hulk but they can’t fix me
doom-doom-doom-doom-doom, slide like bill bixby
this sh-t be having n-ggas in the emergency
undergoing surgery wanting to murder me
when you go, you know you heard of me
and your last thought is what you did
wasn’t worth your life, that’s what your ass bought
caught up in some sh-t and i had to let you feel the steel
they found his f-ggot ass slumped over the steering wheel
you still feeling real, nah n-gga you looking tired
go on and sleep baby, ’cause your sh-t has just expired

party, thousand dollar shoes and jewels
you begets what i be wantin’ so i be bringin’ the tools
tryin’ to sn-tch up all that ice that you came in
a n-gga d be flippin’, yeah, money, it’s the same sh-t

what you thought, ’cause you bought, a joint
you might be able to creep a n-gga when he ain’t on point
and i can see it in yo’ eyes that you comin’ closer to tryin’
and every step you take brings yo’ ass closer to dyin’
see i don’t flow for the dough, ’cause money comes and goes
gimme the love of my thugs, hoodrats and hoes
and i’m good, ’cause motherf-cker i’m stayin’ in the hood
and i’m gon’ rip till i’m stiff like wood
you wishin’ that you could keep it as real as me
and you gon’ know that the pain that you feel is me
when i get ill it be some next sh-t
darkman, motherf-ckin x sh-t, wreck sh-t, for respect, b-tch

dizark mizam izzex
steve black on a ‘1-and-2’
for real
what’s up to the lox, my n-ggas
for real

- dmx

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