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Earl Simmons (born December 18, 1970), better known by his stage names DMX and Dark Man X, is an American rapper and actor. In 1999, DMX released his best-selling album ...And Then There Was X, which featured the hit single "Party Up (Up in Here)". He has acted in films such as Belly, Romeo Must Die, Exit Wounds, Cradle 2 The Grave, and Last Hour. In 2006, he starred in the reality television series DMX: Soul of a Man, which was primarily aired on the BET cable television network. In 2003, DMX published a book of his memoirs entitled, E.A.R.L.: The Autobiography of DMX. DMX released a mixtape The Weigh In as a prelude/promotion towards his album Undisputed (2012). DMX has sold over 30 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling hip… more »

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1999

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See y'all don't understand us you know 
Ruff Ryders is a family 
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders
Ruff Ryders 
Lets go
Swizz Beatz 

This is the darkest shit, sparkest shit 
Hitting wit the hardest shit, 'cause 'fore we started shit 
Wit kids I knew my friends all turned against me 
Said f*ck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this 
He got my back I got his, scheming on mad niggas 
That's how we do biz
It's about time to start another, robbing spree 
'Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump 
When I was up north, since 16 I was sending niggas home in a coffin 
Living like a orphan, you bad nigga? 
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here 
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair 
He'll never walk again, on the strength of me 
That's how I left him G, scared to death of me 
Cannot run, hit wit the hot one 
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done 

E-V-E 
My dogs believe in me 
Petty thugs hide yo cake, never teasing me 
I show love to, all my bitches hustling one's, tussle wit thieves 
Making moves, second to none, I locked it, uh 
Made a sudden move you got bit 
Flooded wit the double R, real street shit 
The blonde hair bandit, you got guns, hand it 
Turn my face when I bust a cannon 
'Cause I don't wear sunblock 
Ask Drag if the fire is hot 
Click pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop 
Believe in this gang, we beat y'all, you got money? 
Keep y'alls, for us be tearing trying to i-dentify big dogs

And you can come see me if you trying to make a grand tonight 
'Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white 
I hate rap yo, I'd rather be planning a flight 
Somewhere hot on a Wave Runner, tanning wit dikes 
Blowing the haze, while all of 'em giving me brains 
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line 
And as for you playboy you can keep those raps
And keep your awards, my son can't eat those plaques 
Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off 
Tints, rims, stashed, took the governor off 
Even the cats that be hating still be loving the dogs 
'Cause they know that the double R's coming for war 
What

If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? 
'Cause when I start swingin' the thing you hiding the kids 
And the P is still riding on trips, surviving the strip 
Beefing on the 4th you got to fly on the 5th 
Like I wasn't hustling hope or runnin' the block
Starving or not, carving the cheek, palming the Glock 
Figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch 
I like to knock off my work then I pull off a heist 
Put it together, double it twice, rider for life 
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes 
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face 
Gimmie a shank, it's Holiday  

Y'all dem bust in them crowd cats and hit whoever 
When you should aim for them cats that took yo leather 
They right there, but you scared that they gon' bust 
'Cause they crazy, but them crazy ones bleed like us 
See I'm one shot through the heart like Cupid 
Y'all dogs might be crazy, but y'all not stupid 
Y'all I got call cops squeelers, I got autops killas, that'll bust you and slide 
And some ol 6-drop killas 
Revolver pop killas, easy ox killas
Get knocked, say we smoked detox killas
Drug program, hit the streets we cop 56 mo grams 
Y'all killas ain't messing wit scrams 
And that's 

Boy, whats the difference between fire and water? 
You whether drown or die off torture, 'cause yo skins of ya 
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat 
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo chick a perm wit that 
Keep shells in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets 
More blood than a riot on a jailhouse footage 
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you 
You gon' do a 360 pretty swiftly 
'Cause I got things that'll pop yo top 
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop 
And ain't nobody getting up, 'less they in the wheelchair 
Sitting up or spitting up, either way I don't give a fu

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