... And Then There Was X

D-X-L (Hard White) (featuring The LOX and Drag-On)

DMX

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[Verse 3: 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 comin',^✦ 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 niggas;^✦ niggas^✦ 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 LOX (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 heart (uh)

[Verse 4: 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 niggas^✦ 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, tell from my auras,^✦ no morals

Raised^✦ in the wrong era,^✦ with no guidance

So you dyin'? It's no problem, no lyin'

Drag's fire; so your 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, the shit I spit'll bubble your skin up

Drag scorch niggas^✦ for dinner^✦ but season^✦ 'em well

I don't brag I let the streets tell, po'-po'^✦ now you see he fell

[Verse 5: DMX]

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

B but there's^✦ a lot of greasy^✦ talkin'^✦ (Uh-huh)^✦

What the science behind^✦ that son? (I don't know) A lot of easy^✦ walking^✦

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 niggas^✦ up (Come on)

And for talkin'^✦ too much shit? I done fucked^✦ niggas^✦ 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 role you ain't ready^✦ to handle

All that's left of your memory,^✦ is a candle (Woo)

It happens quick fast, nigga,^✦ to bitch ass niggas^✦

Talking^✦ reckless behind^✦ your back, them kiss ass niggas^✦ (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^✦

[Outro: Styles P & Sheek Louch]

They gon' need

Extra^✦ guns and extra^✦ blocks