Hey Mimi

Word? {*dogs barking*}

Get em boy.. get em boy!

Get em boy! Get em boy! Boyyyyyyy!

("There's nothin you can do..." *repeats in background*)



Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)



X is comin' for ya can't do nothin for ya

Cause X is comin' for ya

Run hide duck duck

We don't give a fuck fuck



[DMX]

Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five times

Turn out the lights (WHAT?) then I done crooked nine lives

Don't get scared now nigga, finish it cause you started it

Watch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon)

Nigga, where yo' heart at? Tell me what you made of

Already lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid of

We both know you pussy, but I ain't gonna say nuttin

Just hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uhh)

I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what?)

Plus, give the Feds a real good place to point (what?)

and laced the joint, I ain't gonna front I had my hands full

Glad to be alive, but you like, that's that bull (grrrrr)

But now you know, what you get, when you fuckin wit

cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit

Stuck in shit, til that headpiece gets BLAZED

Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave

Its over, at least for you it is

It don't think the coroner, to see how true it is

I knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screamin

IT WAS ALL FOR THE MONEY, while I'm hittin and splittin him down

from his nose to his nuts (what?)

Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?)

Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh)

And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr)



Chorus



[DMX]

My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie

That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry

That nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his ass

Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?)

Another nigga split; there go white meat - another nigga

takin up room in the mall under a white sheet (c'mon)

That's what you get for want to to take it there (uhh)

But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth

you cryin bout let's make it fair (uhh)

Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh)

When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh)

Part of the game is niggaz want to become fam-ous

and doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh)

I want house money, Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money

I ain't laughin, but yo it's mad funny (c'mon)

I used to talk about that shit you got

but you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot!

Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz from Israel

Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel?

knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo' and see a bitch

Wasn't surprised to see a switch (c'mon)

Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan

So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I'ma smack his man (uhh)

Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggaz

I'd rather be eatin of a plate

with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?)

Cause I done took about as much I can stand

A nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man

Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse (WHAT?)

that says, the reward for bein real, is the hearse

before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did (uhh)

catches up and get you right when you thought you slid

It's gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart

You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty

old enough to walk, for real



Chorus

Writer : SIMMONS, EARL/DEAN, KASSEEM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing