(DMX)
N***as is puss, keep on running from the werewolf
Howling at the moon on the roof (Uh-oh)
Ooh, ah, no, get 'em
Ten n***as on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have 'em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him (Come on)
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Tried to strike back, left him like that
Laying up with the white hat
Getting right back at ya when I snatch ya
Up out the grave, nothin' but bones and ashes (Get 'em)
Hittin' n***as with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat, but the street stay red
Bitches gon' give me head for free 'cause they see (Uh-huh)
Who I'ma be by like 2003 (Uh-huh)
That n***a D took it there, he thought it was a joke
He ran through like twenty G's, thought that I was broke (What?)
Stupid, that's what you get for thinking
And eventually found that's what you get for stinking (Uh-huh)
Blowing up the spot when you rot (Uh)
Plus, if it gets hot, they know you dead for four square blocks (Come on)
Hit 'em with the ox to the grill
Ooh, ah, kill, n***a, kill
Yet and still, you don't know I'ma rob 'em
That n***a DMX is a motherfuckin' problem, aight?