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letra de it's all good (murder inc) - dmx

[interlude]
eek-a-mouse as fat smitty: hey, dreadlocks. what did bombock have to say? that b-tch!
allen payne as gee money: what’s up man, let me speak with you
gee money: rastaman, i’m here to tell you nino brown says your services are no longer needed in the community
fat smitty: who the bombaclot
gee money: oh! yeah! now that’s how you k!ll somebody my brother. you get right up on the motherf-cker and blam! blow his brains all over the sidewalk in broad daylight!

[intro]
love my n-ggas, but where’s my b-tches?
i love my n-ggas, but where’s my b-tches?
love my n-ggas, but whеre’s my b-tches?
i love my n-ggas, but whеre’s my b-tches?

[chorus]
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, f-ck all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches

[verse 1]
yo, chickens is good for pluckin’, so i’m stickin’ b-tches, f-ckin’
got ’em trickin’ while they suckin’, give em d-ck and they be buggin’
i’ve done it all, from mackin’ two hoes on a three-way
dominican hoes on b-way, country hoes in v-a
and they all say the same about my game, it’s tight
that’s why every night a different group of b-tches start a fight
over some d-ck that they don’t even own
all i’m givin’ them is the bone
blowin’ up a n-gga phone, but ain’t n0body home (d-mn)
i’m in the zone, tryna do things
let’s turn this into a crew thing, “wassup girlfriend, you game?”
they’ll wonder “why?”, when i leave at night
it’s because i thieve at night
i’m leavin’ b-tches not breathin’ right
i f-ck they head up with some sl!ck sh-t
hit ’em off with some long d-ck sh-t
make it some quick sh-t, but rip sh-t (woah)
then i’m out, just like the trash on a thursday
knowin’ she’d be givin’ up the ass on the first date
[chorus]
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, f-ck all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, f-ck all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches

[verse 2]
flocks of b-tches by the dozens, from sisters to cousins
got ’em doin’ sh-t they said they wasn’t ever gonna do
like knowin’ i’d f-ck the b-tch that she was close to (uh-huh)
still gave up the ass and dough, she was supposed to (what?)
pictures of b-tches and fl!cks of chicks
videos with the baddest hoes, suckin’ d-ck
it’s the dog in me, that makes me do wrong
and honeys can’t help but get strung (why?)
’cause the game is too strong (okay)
i like ’em greedy, black like edi
eyes beady, willin’ to give to the needy
i done ran through ’em all, from around the way b-tches (uh-huh)
to them outta state hoes, and even hittin’ gay b-tches (uh)
all i tell ’em is, “let me get that,” then it’s on
knock her motherf-ckin’ boots, and then i’m gone
i got the white b-tches sayin’, “it’s a black thing”
’cause i leave that ho with no dough and plenty of back pain
[chorus]
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, f-ck all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, f-ck all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches

[verse 3]
b-tches who get props, ’cause they know who can get got
and they can get shot, by the way a n-ggas lip drop
walk up in the spot, knowin’ what she want strictly
when hon’ wants the d-ckly, hon’ comes and gets me
hits me, pays me, doesn’t get crazy
knows to be swayze, ’cause that’s daddy’s baby
i keep them hoes in check, like the government
hittin’ ’em off with nothin’ but the d-ck, and they lovin’ it
huggin’ it, like it’s they best friend, ’cause it is
word to miz, f-ckin’ with tricks is just biz’
i deal with strictly dimes
got ’em committin’ they first crimes
now she suckin’ d-ck, for the first time
and ain’t no secret, ’bout how i freak it, when they sleeped it
never know how i peeped it, then creeped it
that’s how i know this must be that sh-t
i tell them b-tches, “i’ll be back,” and they believe that sh-t
[chorus]
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, f-ck all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, f-ck all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, and all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches
it’s all good, it’s alright
f-ck all day, and all night
call my b-tches, ’cause wherever i go, y’all my b-tches
east to the west coast, all my b-tches

[outro]
i love my n-ggas, but where’s my b-tches?
i love my n-ggas, but where’s my b-tches?
i love my n-ggas, but where’s my b-tches?
i love my n-ggas, but where’s my b-tches?
n-gga

- dmx

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