Yeah-ah-ah-ah!!! Music is my life you know, I will never let you go! [repeat] oh whoa oh wooooooooooooooow!!! Can you sing it louder?! Whoa oh!
wives'll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) Chorus 2x Outro: DMX & DJ Clue (DJ
Перевод: DJ Clue. Кто следующий (X-ключ-шения) (feat. DMX).
it ain't ruff it ain't D {Uhh} M to the X Most y'all niggas is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*) Next?! [Chorus] [DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal
and panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like siblin rivalry Cuz they're back on stage the next
one Strength producer, I send you an ultimatum Hardcore worldwide is how I take 'em I rock, never hyperventilate Others get tired, could use a commercial break 45 King, DJ
fine throw-back, timberlands to match And now I don't see you no-more And I'm tryin to find out where you at Cuz you would look so much better next to
to say Hi Did you stop? No -- I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead
Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat Get on down Times up, games over, you lose, I win 'bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next
was never released, it leaked I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look who's mentionin me That little fuckin weasel, DJ
step to this With no prediction And now I'm bashing and crashing And thrashing I hate rappers with a passion When I'm chilling next to DJ Fashion Aiiiyyo
on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight It's kinda like sibling rivalry Cuz they're back on stage the next
gotta ryhme ryhme with mixture and speakin of mixture with u i wanna get mixed up im like a record and ur like a record so lets let the DJ mix us ur like
wife son daughter And don’t let me see you shoot no dogs My pit will sit seed in all frequent paths Infa-ray fake laughs relay or may I say dj away okay
movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet) Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has
as dope I'm the coldest underground need a casket coat I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards So I'll probably write my next verse on a ransom
me ride by they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen Ride with a new chick, she like hold up Next to the playstation controller
We on the hype now, they call it a buzz And how we get the party popping, Baltimore club, uh MySpace they could replay next And you gotta have Xaph for the DJ
