Intro Paroles

"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)

[DMX]
I don't fuck with what you sayin 'cause your raps weak
I take the back streets of New York, and run a track meet
To form life from a rap sheet
See that be the flow that's crushin 'em on the L
Jumpin on they fuckin shit, bustin 'em 'til they swell
Then tell, your mother, next time she see her son is never Undergoing surgery, wanting to murder me
When you go, you know you heard of me
And yo' last thought is what you did wasn't worth ya life
It's what yo' ass bought
Caught up in some shit, and I had to let you feel this steel
They found his faggot ass slumped over the steering wheel
You still feeling real? Naw nigga you looking tired
Gone on to sleep baby, 'cause yo' shit is just expired
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)
"D, M!" (Crowd: X!)