[Intro: Mic Geronimo (DMX)]
Yeah (Grrr...)
Introducin the suspects
DMX (Grrr...)
Ja Rule, LOX, Khadafi (Grrr...)
Mic Geronimo
My niggas...
[Verse 1: DMX]
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect, shut the fuck up
Drive by—money talkin' shit?
Yo, back the truck up
Y'all niggas don't respect me but you fear me
And fear is better than respect—y'all niggas hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga, his man over here be like, "Yo
What nigga, what," but his man is like "Psych, yo"
Can get from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like DM... to the X
I can bring it from up here: "Enough is enough!"
Down to: "Aight, I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"
Play with words, verbs and slurs, flip styles
Take his and hers, niggas is Curs, I get wild
So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry
I met a lot of enemies and they all like to bang me (What!)
Catch me when I'm sleepin with one eyed closed
One guy chose to doze, left one guy froze filled with holes
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Unh, it ought to be a long time before they touch this here
It's Gotti's consigliere, let's take it there, make a mil' a year
Push Bentleys, ice drippin off the jewels daily
Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me? Nigga?
Y'all remember, CMC, '95 December
Fine women, illegal tender, such is life
When I feel like I ain't to be held, who can hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me
Damn if I die slowly, drugged out, broke and lonely
Like so many who passed slowly before me
Ja hit 'em precisely (Uh), God just don't make too many like me
Inadvertently shittin' on the top 20
Y'all niggas kill me (Hahaha), talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See, by the time y'all realize I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style chump, nigga, what
Think again if you thought if I give a fuck
[Verse 3: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Yo, yo, yo, it's pitiful, everything's political
But I got more rounds now, so all y'all can get a few
You know the shit that we be on, the three on
"Must be the money" like Deion that we see on
Players, you pop shit, I rather pop shells
Twist Ls, blow chats with the rap cartels
Nigga, one nation under gutter (uh-huh)
L-O-X style (Yeah), I bring it to your mother
Christ, you get iced if you fuck with my brother
You know who run New York, so bump the undercovers
Uh-huh, yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare
My niggas stick together and none of us care
We ain't got time for cages, doing ages
Thinking of my crew, holding my two razors
Locking in, locking out, I play the block
Popping up, popping out, I like to shout
I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns
Honeys sellin crack, put this pack on your son
It ain't my fault I want a vault full of money
This shit is dead real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey
Now who's to blame, when you bleed? Ain't no answer
If it ain't a bullet, then, I'mma die from cancer
Puff out till my lungs is gone
And nigga, it's a war till the guns is gone, what!
[Verse 4: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yeah, yo, Giuliani showed (Yeah) me that hell's another level
Blessed by Allah, possessed by the devil
Born in this crime I was sworn to do
And slaying you fake thugs is performin too
I'mma bleed 2-5 till my dying day
Spraying a AK till this world decay
If the feds wanna stay, we gon' make them pay
Cursing they whole life till they old and grey
In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit
Will they murder me in hell, crucify my lyrics?
Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it
All my niggas in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit
Nothing nice 'bout a nigga when he doin his bids
Coming home to the next man raising your kids
To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head
Cause niggas is gon' feel it till they cold and dead
[Verse 5: Mic Geronimo]
Yeah, yeah, now, runnin with five niggas
Crimin-al disguised niggas
The live niggas, pull a mac, what, (Uh), surprise niggas
Holdin my mic stiletto-like, inviting these waterhead brothers
To get splashed back, to take it light
Slided back when we're 16, Romello, my brother
Told me lay it back, aced up and play it mellow
Seein how I'm a young Othello
Don't confuse me with them brothers
Who lost playin black De Niro
A boss with this, gettin tossed with Cris
The gorgeous shit, we ballin flawlessly
Whatever y'all brothers try, but never to touch me
The god, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put you niggas under pressure, we form
Here I am, if it's on, then it's on
If the world is yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me?
Hold your head, we about to see, muthafucka
[Outro: Mic Geronimo]
Yeah
Usual Suspects
Never suspect niggas
Yeah
Oh, what, y'all thought I was gone?
Never that, it's Vendetta
Y'all'll see
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