Ah!
Uh, yeah
Dmx
Uh-huh (uh-huh) uh
Bzr royale, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ooh! yeah!

[Chorus]
I'm tired of answering for shit in my life
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
Tired of answering for shit that I do
Enough about me, man what the fuck about you?!

Dreamin', starvin', drinkin', smokin'
Wishin', hopin', infra scopin'
Hater prayin' for the day man
What I'm sayin's hard not playin'
Feel the world is aqua man
Say them things for days it's rainin'
And it's always rainin', and it's always some'n
I'm a keep on comin', I'm a keep on comin'
So butterflies can't reach my stomach
To get my heartbeat jumpin' and my blood flow pumpin'
So my life means some'n and it ain't no frontin'
For the respect you get for the work in the climbin'
For the ways that's beside me and the niggas that don't like me
Got a pistol and my iron if you wanna get to firin'
We can all keep the violence, we can all get the iron
It's all about the timin' if you wanna get the hype in, early!

[Chorus]

Top, dog, cat's don't, know (what!)
Can't fuck with the flow from y.o. (what!)
Ridin' too much dick, say it ain't so (yea!)
I'm about to let the dog blow, yo!
Get the fuck out the way or get bit (c'mon!)
I ain't with the industry bullshit (uh)
Cause this is what you'll get (uh)
Stomped the fuck out or, shut the fuck up and (what!)
Put cats down never, got the fuck up and (what!)
What the fuck's up bitch, I'm tired of talkin'
I'm about to let my finger do the walkin' (o-kay!)
Before we outlined in, chalk in the middle of the street
Just start to feelin' a little bit of heat (c'mon!)
Don't let the steel in the street that you know go to your head
Fuck around you gon' wake up, dead (aight?)
I ain't playin' wit'chu bitches, I got 20 years in it
But I realize, it only takes a minute, to end it

[Chorus]

It's bzr royale, come do it live
Mama say, mama sah, mama macusa!
We in ? probably they know why
Not tryin' to be funny, my time is money
See, often runnin' we out the gate
My, horse is gunnin', we winnin' this race
It's bloodline (niggas) it's no time (nigga)
For bitch ass (niggas) to fool my (niggas)
Drinkin' daily, old ceiling leakin'
Men seem tense still smokin', drinkin'
Hammers ready for them billings
Tryna creep up in my building
Drunk ass bitches, what's the matter with your mind?
Learn how to live or you learn how to die
Kill a killa, be a killa, that's what's really hood
That's what's really good, wish a nigga would

[Chorus]

Yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!
Ah-ho!
Yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!

Writer : Simmons, Earl / Parino, Anthony / Sanford, Christopher / Rubinstein, Hanan
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing