Spit That Shit - DMX

I’ma spit that shit

Show these niggas how dark this shit get

Cause I’ma spit that shit

Show these niggas how dark this shit get

Shit pop off, we don’t blow it up 'til we blow it up

Cats better slow it up, y’all niggas know what’s up

My niggas throw it up;

we all know that

In fact, niggas missing the action, where are they at?

See, you niggas never really been ducked out

But got enough mouth to get snuffed out;

roof the rough route

We don’t play around here, nigga, we’re grown

Start applying pressure, give the dog a bone

I’m taking half;

it’s just that simple

Or I can start popping niggas like pimples

I’ma let you call it, you ballin'

'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you’re staggering and fallin'

I’m holding up the wall, you got more than enough problems in the floor

You’re just wasting a nigga’s time;

come on, man

I got shit to do, like hit your crew

Might hit your crib, so what that bitch gon' do

Not a damn thing, but dawg’s with the program

Beast on that bitch like Conan, whoa man

I’ma go where no man has ever gone

Nigga, when it’s on, it’s on, I’ll let you know when the fuck it’s on

I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run

Come through like BRRAT, to the squeeze of the gun

And that’s just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go

And turn your whole block into a death row

Between me and you, I’d be in the dark for too long

Bark is too strong, hot light is on

Whatever it’s gon' be, that’s what it is

I didn’t stutter, motherfucka, put that on your kids

Built for war, built for raw

Built for more, built from it all for the dog to the floor

I’ve been getting down before I knew what getting down was

Shit, I just do what a real nigga does

Get anything straight up

If shit starts falling apart, wait up, let’s get this rent paid up

So it’s square one, and a nigga can’t get a fair one at

Any time of the day, but a nigga can run

Keep shit moving, doing what the fuck we be doin'

They’re coming to 'em, but I’m running through 'em

I don’t need the headache, I’ve never been talking to death

But I’ll fuck you to death;

what the fuck you left?

I don’t want nothing, but some fucking pussy

I ain’t trying to be all cuddled up, talking getting mushy

Been there, done that, with that one back there

From when there was none of that to when there was some of that

Niggas still come back, hood for life

Shit, quiet as a cat nigga, where’s my wife?

for the night, that’s what it be

Or if its good for tomorrow cause tomorrow well see

Take it one day at a time, my end’s in the street

Don’t fear my feast, your man’s in the heat

That’s how the dog gets down on all fours

After a certain hour, I’m knocking on all doors

Anything goes when it’s on, motherfucka

Whether you’re friend or foe, you gon' lend some dough

And in case you don’t know, that nigga don’t owe

Whatever I come up on, let that shit go

Faggot