You Ain't Know

[intro DMX]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Dark Man X - DMX for short

Dizzark, straight out the grizzound

This how it's going dizzown, clizown

Niggas ain't built for war

[verse 1: DMX]

Running through niggas, that's how I do niggas

And two niggas that nothing for me, when they saw me

Looked the other way then tried then they tried to ignore me

Cause I put holes, like foot holes, in nigga's buttholes

Stomp a mudhole, and when I cut holes, the fucking blood flows

Gushing, busting niggas wide, I was 10 when I died

The walking dead, with the infrared by my side

Keeping niggas in line, like a parade

Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with Raid

Blow like a grenade, play them like Spades is the plan, now

Which part of "suck my dick" don't you understand, you best

Act like you know, or get

Smacked like a hoe, we could scrap toe-to-toe

But yo, I'm strapped with the fo'

Pound, and i'm down for mine, with the crime

And if I gots to do time, fuck it, I don't mind

I handle my business and I shoot snitches

Cause I know nowadays, niggas is more ass than Luke's bitches

It's all good, I'm still out, knock on wood

Robbing/Robin niggas like my last name is Hood, 'cause I could

Yo, I'm out that mob that goes to rob

The mad scheme to get green without the job

I've housed more niggas than a shelter

And if a nigga ever felt a Helter Skelter, it would melt the brain, cause the pain is too much to bear

Let there be dark, for the dark is here

[Pudgee]

Call me the Copacabana, ill grammar

Juiced the lady from Tropicana, you're bullshit like Hammer, and, uh?

Come to think of it, you won't get far.  'Nough respect

'Cause I swinging more Epps than Omar

Been to hell and back, held hands with God, cruiser

Foes is easy, part 'em like Red Seas by Moses

Ok, ok, ok

Anyway what you got to say eh eh

My lyrics come off of the head like a toupee

But you can't touch me, because I had behind my force-field

Your style is tired like an automobile

Creep TLC on the low with the flow

And competition, listen, I slay/sleigh them like snow

I be quick to size it, like the sun/son I'm rising

Set it off when I come across like the horizon

Like Ted Danson, niggas give me Cheers

I'm too deaf for you to kick that flavor in my ear

I rock like crack, rock a soul on your block

Won't stop, give you more knots than an episode of Cops

And I still say that you can't see me

Like Miss Jones, "this is where I wanna be"

[Ran Reed]

You ain't no gangster

Faggot ass nigga, stop fronting on

I be that kid you and your crew ain't got nothing on

I flip over beats that's supplied by Nick

Bitches heard we making moves so now they ride the dick

Trying to take my fucking loot

But they ain't that cute

I got something for they ass: it's a big black boot

Catch me slipping? Never, 'cause I'm always on point

Smoke a blunt, fuck a joint

Grab the mic then anoint

Competition, I write two 'R's across they forehead

My metaphors is leaving niggas with a sore head

Pain killers couldn't even kill the pain

I make you go insane, like the Jamaican on a train

So refrain from any stupid thoughts that you have

Blowing up, just a tad, jealous niggas getting mad

But that's life, so face the fucking facts

I specialize in breaking backs, and ripping over flavored tracks