It's Personal

[Verse 1: DMX]

We all got guns, we all got dogs

We all gon' make that trip to the morgue

We all find it harder to see through the fog

We all know the difference between right and wrong

We should all live life by one fact

Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back

I seen cats go out like suckers

I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad motherfuckers"

I see fake niggas and the games they play

Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day

But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin

I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing

It's that craft for me, the half of me

Let through niggas in the door after me

Yo, somebody stop me; please, somebody come and get me

If I go, I'm taking niggas with me!

[Hook: Styles P.] - repeat 2X

Dog nigga, Ghost nigga

Hop the bar with the toast nigga

It's like the Lord getting close nigga

It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggas

It's personal, now we gotta host niggas

[Verse 2: Styles P.]

(Dog nigga, what up!)

Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant

You get a chance, pop an informant

All I need is a Glock and I'm touring

Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball

And then slide the fuck out in the top of the morning

If you hear me cockin it on 'em, I'm poppin it on 'em

I don't fuck around nigga, better stop it and mourn 'em

And who the fuck asked you to rhyme?

I'm the Ghost, when I come around, they throwing up the hazardous sign

And you ain't around chemicals, just around generals

Who spend, passing they time, blasting they nine

Rather die with my man then the five for ya livewire

Spend half of ya time, smashing ya spine

Other half we getting money and more money

You think about cars, I got "goin to war" money

That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, money

And if anybody slip, they getting sent to the morgue, money

[Hook w/ Jadakiss adlibs] - repeat 2X

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

It's like lately I've been feeling so weak at the knees

And speaking to niggas is just like speaking to thieves

So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em

Guess already? Then meet 'em

I'm fair game, but I'm ready to cheat 'em

The streets ain't right now, the Colgate White is light brown

These niggas ain't nice, they nice clowns

That's why I'mma start layin them right down

And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down

Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've been hazed up

Cause you can see the makeup spots on 'em

This is way beyond ya Avion

The Golden King, more like Polo Spring

And what makes it even worse, aiyyo it's that it's personal

Maybe even ya Earth can go

I'll make it where they can never find the bitch

Right outta the bar, with all kind of shit

[Hook] - repeat 2X

[Outro: Styles P.]

Yeah, y'all niggas can get caught up in the hype if you want

Bodies drop over here, this is not a game man

You wanna get caught up in the hype again? Then you can fall in the hype again

This is a movement, Double R, nigga you know what's up

And if you don't, you gon' get to know what's up

Yeah, we ain't playin wit' y'all niggas this year

'06, '07, and on, nigga what's up?

Pop off! You know how I work!