[Intro]
But they don't hear me though (uh huh)
N***as don't hear me though 2x

(Verse 1: DMX)
N***as wanna shout, I'ma make noise
N***as run they mouth, I'm a break jaws
N***as coming out, I'm a take yours
School Street, home of the brave n***a, we make wars
Stuck in the cage, where do we turn
N***as spending time on the streets, where do we learn?
Who gonna be there to teach em, reach em when they in trouble
Bark up at your dog, cause we all up in the struggle
The change in collars is coming with brains and scholars
We gonna get it on baby, until it rains in dollars
Rotweilers ain't got nothing on the Pit
Putting on the rips, why y'all n***as frontin on the grits
We can all eat or we can all sleep
We can pull heat with the full heat or make it all sweet
We all deep, since you best at getting touched, leave it alone
Cause dog, If I wanted you last month, you would've been blown
My n***a T.P. creep with me, frequently
Two deep with me, secretly, evilly
Problem solved, shit resolved, next issue
Baby nine on the ankle, in case the Tecs miss you
Hit you, ready for war, ready for more, you ain't afraid to die
But this pistol in your mouth got you afraid to lie
Buh-bye, see you in Hell until I get there, sit there
I'm a hit there, about when you in your fifth year, shit yeah
(Verse 2: DMX)
I always catch a n***a blind in the fog
Talent of a God, mind of a dog
When it's on it's on, it don't matter
Cause y'all n***as chatter, my n***as splatter
Thought you was badder, well my dogs thought otherwise
Screaming like a bitch oh you thought we was those other guys
N***a tried to snitch, ran home and told his mother lies
But fucking with this clique is one sure why a brother dies
Who gonna pay respects, when you laying in that box
Playing with The L.O.X, DMX will spray the spot
That'll make it hot, I torch when I touch
Let me loose, your arm is coming off when I bust
Dusk back to Dusk, you going out the way you came in
And you must've flipped once the way you was layin
And now your momma prayin, you better off in death than in life
But you in Hell, wishing you had stepped towards the light
Now you know, but it's too late
N***as don't hear me though, 'til it's too late
All that "I'm sorry, yo I didn't know"
Is a waste of breath when your man is laying up in different clothes
Body full of holes, and I'm a man of my word
Told me he would get it, as he ran from the curb
Think it's a fucking joke, you can get it like he got it
Spot right next to his, same grave, read about it
(Outro: DJ Clue)
Ha-ha
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Hev. E Components, part 2
Academics
Word up
William M...Holla holla