Broken home's blog: "dmx music and lycis"

[DMX] Uh-huh (Y'KNOW?) .. ARF! Uhh.. Take it for what it's worth, my birth was a blessing Sent to live and die, on earth as a lesson We each have a star, all we have to do is find it Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded (WHAT?) They'll tell you that you're bright, and say you have a future When you turn your back, same cats'll try to shoot ya Niggaz ain't shit, I can live on both sides of the fence Forget what you do, when you talk, see what you really meant (aight?) That's what I thought, them niggaz was bluffin (uh) They talk all day but say, nothin (uh) It gets so dark (WHAT?) haze so intense Since this first rain it's like it's rained ever since (WHAT?) Never got paid for a rhyme but I flow (whoo) Never got a plate on time but I grow (whoo) Live your life, STAY on the line but I go (UHH) Went from doin crime to bein kind cause I know Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) I'm gon' live forever, I'm never gon' die Only thing I fear is that I'm never gon' fly Carry my weight but I'm never gon' cry Shit I tell y'all niggaz straight cause I'm never gon' lie [DMX] What is about who I am that makes me unforgettable (HMM) What it is about what I've done that makes it so incredible (uhh) "More money, more problems" -- well the fame was worse (uh-huh) I reached out for love and what came back was thirst (WHAT?) Blessed with the curse (uh) niggaz don't hear me Niggaz don't hear me, Y'ALL NIGGAZ, don't hear me (uh) What'd I just say? "Nigga g'head" - you see that? You gots to FEEL ME to catch what I'm sayin, BELIEVE THAT (UHH!) But leave that, alone (WHAT?) We gon' make a nigga wanna be at, your home (WHAT?) Oh you kinda quiet with the heat at, your dome (UHH!) If the dog got he's gonna bring back a bone cause we got the chrome (C'MON!) This is what I live for, or die for I'm the nigga with the high score, you try for What you niggaz wanna lie for? It changes nothin I'm true for cats, yet some strangers bluffin Chorus [DMX] Now if I take what he gave me and I, use it right (uh-huh) In other words if I listen and, use the light (uh-huh) Then what I say will remain here, after I'm gone Still here, on the strength of a song, I live on (HMM) No second-guessin on what I stood for, I was good for stoppin niggaz from killin each other in the hood war (UHH) Comin through showin love, throwin up (UHH) Them cats not throwin love, you know whassup (WHAT?) Dark Man baby, that's my name and I gots to be the realest nigga (UHH) up in this game Cause ain't no shame, they don't make em like, this no more Real to the core, big heart but built for war I stand for what I believe in Even if what I believe in stops me from breathin Relatives grievin, but I ain't went nowhere Listen to the song (C'MON) I'm right there Chorus

DMX] Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it Uhh.. grrrrrr.. what the fuck have they done? Arf! Arf! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) Now don't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) Nigga don't you ever (fuck around) Now don't you ever (fuck around) [DMX] Aiyyo I got a mean flow that'll drown niggaz, put down niggaz Can't stand to be around niggaz if they clown niggaz How many times must I break the same niggaz off somethin dumb so we know, where the fuck I'm comin from? Gun and ones, watch a black nigga turn purple with this fo'-pound, I bust mo' rounds, in the circle The nigga that try is the same nigga that fry So whenever there's a beef gets in the way that he die I'm Evil, like Keneival, faggot I'll leave you like I shoulda did your peoples before they could conceive you How's a buck-fifty sound, for a quick ass cut? Here's a flashback, I'll fuckin blow your bitch-ass up And it's no problem, handlin a nigga with a death wish Leave him breatheless, and hit his wife with a dead fish Must I show this nigga, I can throw this nigga, I'll blow this nigga You can get it too, just because you know this nigga Chorus [DMX] I get pumped, just like a bodybuilder And it's been more than a couple of times my pump shottie spiltta nigga's guts on the door, because he wanted more he make a stand, now him and his man is on the floor That's what you get for talkin shit you shouldn'ta got me started You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin, but you got it I shit on niggaz like a toilet, cause all it, takes is a second for ? to get hectic so call it How you want it Punk bitch talkin junk bitch Fuck around and you'll be found in a trunk bitch Niggaz is off-brand like no frills And I got mo' skills to show my fo' kills, my fuckin fo' thrills Got some cold shit, have you like - "Oh shit!" Don't laugh money When I'm done with this nigga, I'm gettin in yo' shit Break niggaz, especially fake niggaz over dumb shit with one hit, watch the dum-dum split that's bum shit Chorus [DMX] Fuckin see some cats thinkin the worst Dumb cats, them cats sleep in a hearse Where yo' guns at? Run that, see a nigga thirst Been there, done that, and did it first Nigga can't tell me shit about this And I keep somethin that'll hit if I miss One thing a nigga stay with is hot shit Got this, what you cats want? Not this I constantly gots to remind young niggaz Uh-uhh, don't do that, some niggaz think cause I ain't killed a nigga this week that shit is sweet Fuck around, you'll be dead in the street Red with a sheet, over the corpse Shit is deep, so I shed a tear, over the loss If you creep, then you niggaz'll roll with the force Shoulda paid that money that you owed to the boss Chorus [DMX] Uh-huh Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it Please heh, for your sake, hehehe Y'know? C'mon!

Regina Bell harmonizing while DMX speaks What good is it.. for a man to, gain the world.. yet lose his own soul, in the process? [Bell] God loves you, yes he does Said you're alright with him [DMX] I wonder.. Chorus: Regina Bell (repeat 2X) I know you never seen him but don't fight with him You're gonna make it through the night to the light with him Uhh, you're alright with him I said you're alright with him [DMX] I'm callin out to you Lord, because I need your help See once again I'm havin difficulty savin myself behavin myself, you told me what to do, and I do it But every and now and then, gets a little harder to go through it Losin friends, day by day I'm in so much pain when I'm here Lord, please take me away I put you here to do a job, and your work ain't done To live is to suffer, but you're still my son And there will be a time when you shine as bright as the stars But there won't be a, his or hers, just ours Then you'll see what I've been tryin to show you, all these years Do the right thing; cause after the tears, come the cheers I will, my Lord, with my heart, and my soul That's gonna be how I roll, from now until I'm old Lead and I'll follow, you take away the sorrow I'ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow Chorus [DMX] I want you to know Lord, that for what you've given me I'm thankful Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, I'm grateful You gave us power in our words, so I think before I speak And that way when I speak, they know I'm here to teach Can't tell em nothin wrong, cause I love em too much I reach a lot of people, and Lord, I'm lovin the touch But deep inside, I've got somethin that's workin against everything I know is right, what I know makes sense That's when you must fight harder, than you've ever fought before cause what you've got goin on inside you is a war between good and evil, be careful of those who wanna be you They smile, but are not really happy when they see you Be careful of the ones that always wanna get you high Cause when the time comes, that one'll let you die Listen to me! I'm here, but I can only help you if you want me to help, what do you want for yourself? Chorus [DMX] My Lord, my saviour, don't judge my behaviour but instead, take what's in my heart and put it in my head See I guess I really never knew, how proud I made you My life is yours, my soul I gave you I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side) And we both know the hood is rough (right by your side) Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes) But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright) You keep givin me the word, and I'll put it to song Talk to me, I'll talk to them, and we can't go wrong This is the start of somethin strong, and this is just the start of it Praises to you my Lord, for lettin me be a part of it I was that kid that, been there, did that Became ashamed so I hid that But, ain't no longer with that Use me as an example - if I can do, then they can too With the Lord behind us, there ain't nothin that we can't do Chorus [Regina Bell] He's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes cause it'll be alright Yeah, he's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes Cause, it'ssssssssss gonna be alright Yeah yeah, yes it isssssssssss

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 wanna 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 wanna 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

Holiday Styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill I don't give a fuck, never have, never will If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin to die I ain't tryin to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time My niggaz sell crack, with a package of dimes Hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what) You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun and an O You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast [Sheik] Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is cool And I hate cops, cause most y'all was dicks in school No pussy gettin niggaz tryin to cuff the God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get me the chair And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear I'm a true thug nigga, bring it straight to your crew Small yell when I rap, I'm basically talkin to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye? I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die from rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky I'm that hunt down nigga, with the four pound nigga Bounty hunt your whole crew til my bullets go through, WHAT? [Jadakiss] Yo, yo, yo, yo All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip Bet you never even felt the heat til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease Streets help niggaz; niggaz don't help the streets Y'all use beats for help; we help the beats Who want it with me? Who want it with Sheek? Who want it with P? If I say so myself, it's a wonderful three Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox Same niggas that-a rob you love L.O.X. (uh) All types of burners, even snub glocks (uh) Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats (uh) Find your man dead in the trunk of a car (uh) It's Jada {*mwwaa*} responsible for breakin your JAW (uh) Uh [Drag-On] Creep through the streets For some of y'all rappers, that's mighty hard Me the Security? Protectin my body? I let my shotty guard Put chill pills in brains, bullets like Tylenol Make niggaz drowsy from the blood loss, got em noddin off And take casket naps, fuck that You shoulda never let this bastard rap All I know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale from my horror's no morals Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance So you dyin? It's no problem, no lyin Drag's fire; so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em Drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up Drag scorch niggaz for dinner but season 'em well I don't brag I let the streets tell Po'-po' now you see he fell [DMX] {*overlapping last line*} Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear it? I make it speak (WHAT?) You ain't ever bust a gun, but there's a lot of greasy talkin (uh-huh) What the science behind that son? (I don't know) A lot of easy walkin I bust shit down (uh) got down (uh) kick down (uh) shot down (uh) Ain't tryin to talk about what I got now, but I got now (WHAT?) I ain't never sold a brick, I done stuck niggaz up (c'mon) And for talkin too much shit? I done fucked niggaz up (uh) It can get "Dark" for real, and I think you already know that (uh-huh) Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that Now don't act, cause actin might get you rollin with what you ain't ready to handle (UHH) All that's left of your memory, is a candle (WOO!) It happens quick fast nigga, to bitch ass niggaz Talkin reckless behind your back, them kiss ass niggaz (uh) From the rap shit to the street shit, I keep shit tight Let them cats spit that weak shit (What!) I'm DOG FOR LIFE! NIGGA! 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