DMX lyrics

DMX lyrics

"Whatcha Gonna Do lyrics"

Diver Boy lyrics
Young Emily was fair lady bright She loved her diver boy Who sailed over the ocean To gather up some gold Seven long years returning, His money for to show He'd been sailing over the main Down in the low land, low "my father runs a big hotel Down by the river side You go there go for to stay And I shall be your bride Meet me early morning<
[Chorus]
I say
I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [2x]
wha-wha wha-wha whaaat

[Jayo Felony]
I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
When Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw music
With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke
When Im in Miama I go to scoop Luke
To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot
Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup
Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb boots
Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot
Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen T-Funk he took is to the fruit
Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sw
Real Good Man lyrics
Girl you've never known no one like me Up there in your high society They might tell you I'm no good Girl they need to understand Just who I am I may be a real bad boy But baby I'm a real good man I may drink too much and play too loud Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd That don't mean I don't respect My Mama or my Uncle Sam Yes sir, yes
eat
Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex
And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks
Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex
S.D., Jersey we getting more sex
flow next
go next

[Chorus]
[Hook]

Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh [2x]

[Method Man]
If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street
Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?
Kickin dust as I bust, .... peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat
My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet
Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
With darts, like HBO watching after dark
No love for a m
The Guitar lyrics
Hey Who's that playing Hey The guitar? Is it Jim? I don't know Is it Jim? I don't know In the spaceship, the silver space ship, the lion takes control In the spaceship, the silver space ship, the lion takes control Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone Turn it up the guitar I can't h
ark, even less for a trick
That wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ...
Real shit hotness
Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
One time, out for mine, but cant stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crop scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
Mr. meth, (DMX!)
Im running loco
motherfucker
[Chorus]

[Hook]

[DMX]
I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo
Feel the pressure
Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser
Niggas hit me with the best shit then w
Ain't Nothing Wrong lyrics
[Verse 1] You comin off innocent actin all nervous and Girl I can tell that you been here before By the way that you block you ears and the way that you bite your lip Girl you a trip [Hook] And I know that your lovin when hittin it feels like forever when we're doin it ooh ooh aah aah Damn i like it and it dont really matter when we're doin i
hat
I shake that bullshit off *arf arf arf* then go ...
Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
The first time you start acting fuckin strange
Best to be ducking range
Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain
I break niggaz like promises
Split em' open like Thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesnt mind doing time

[Chorus]

[Hook]