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| DMX Miscellaneous Catz Don't Know Uh, it's that real shit yo Grrr! [1] - Can't stop Gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think it's sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know [Repeat 1] Yeah baby, shit's about to jump off and Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north Been like three years since when got knocked Since he got caught Punked up like five new blocks, holding down for it Kept a nigga straight with money in the books And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks Took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate Our estate was the next move for me Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months Cause when it's on, it's on He didn't care It's like slow down baby The money ain't going nowhere Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on) You gotta watch a nigga just coming home in a game Cause on the low we may just be trying to go against the grain [Repeat 1 (2x)] I never figured this nigga would pull this shit that he pulled What is strange is the change that niggaz go through When they're locked down and really can't hack it A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike, D?" Wasn't me, but yeah he had it coming to him Used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot in VA Cause the money comes quick Half of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him (damn) But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin' on him (damn) Got him up out of there and sent him down a little further Ain't heard from him in two months, murder, murder And from the next flight thinking I might have to steal something This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill something (come on) [Repeat 1 (2x)] Listen, money is missing and it's hectic (what?) Found the safe, checked it Shit looks detected (what?) Just what I expected when I got no word from him Asked around but ain't nobody heard from him (uh-huh) But money talks and most niggaz is snakes So it wasn't long before his man was ready to take Me to where he was at, checked my gat Threw in a four clip, pumped myself up Cause I can't go for that bullshit (come on) Fuckin' with my last load of cash ain't the issue It's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you Takin' back for niggaz in New York and how they told me so Now I got to knock his boots, he owes me dough Layin' up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob story (come on) The famous "Oh you didn't know I got robbed!" story (come on) Told it's to me he should be grateful to Fuck that bitch! Look at what she made you do Now there's love lost and a double cross Pointed at that bitch, turned her braids into sauce So you wanna be with him (uh) and talk to me like I'm silly (yeah) Five bottle of Mo on the floor, boxes of phillys (uh) Ten g's in the shoebox under the bed And for every g I put a fuckin' slug in his head And from then, the moral of the story if you missed it Is the grand is always gonna be there Just never go against it [Repeat 1 (2x)] You cats must not know |
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