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Where the Hood At [Original]

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

(Now I gotta deal with this shit)
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas)
Thinking dog can't pull

at the feet of wind machines

By the scruff of your neck
By the skin of your teeth
Hanging by your fingernails all week
You made the rent
The rest is spent

fraud
Never spoken to the law
Went from lees to g star raw
Actions figures made by kaws
You can catch me in yo city
On your block I’m wit yo broad
As long

of fact your lips ain't thin
That's a club I don't wanna be in
My DNA get done integrated
My God it's innovative
That's a million miles away from

funny
I be riding with that thang on me
Nigga I ain't no dummy
Can't get lined up by a hoe no
Get away from me
Just get away from me
But if we vibe then

She the type to run away and leave for sure
And not come back until you're blowing up
I had friends that told me that I'd never do this
Funny now

thirsty
I'm singing just for me (just)
You bled and died
Lord just for me (you gave)
You gave your life
Oh God you sent your son
Now the victory is won
Just

millions
Create ya own deal son

I ain tryna roll I wanna drive 
Can you roll up please so we can float while we ride 
No key to success just real nigga time

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Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"

Mum loves

too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement

show  
and tell and shit ain't shit, y'all. so we say, let's  
take his breath away. we think our submarine  
ways, breathe quilting circles, brood

to the dark side
Waiting for the dealer by the park lights
Wow this loud pack looking fun sized
Hope it can take way the pain just for one night
Run away from

Twenty inch blades on my Impala
Caller gettin' paid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money then fly away

roll

And I will never be questioned
By some new young chump popping their tongue 
Snoopy D made the way for you to walk
O in to The Almighty

a broken record telling u to do better bruh
Take care of your children get yo mfkn cheddar up
When its said and done Ima roll up another one
You cant blow my

all I see is your face 
baby baby I think I'm going crazy 
now I follow away from the one i love
feeling so sad and ut's all because
i'm so far away

Diamonds all over my body
Head to toe
Ballin like Michael like scotty woah on a roll yea 
Fuckin ur bitch she a hotty on the low on the low 
She

things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft

I've been killing microphones, killing

things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft

I've been killing microphones
Killing

Da Weight Is Over

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

it's time for the killaz son to shut it up

It's been along time
No longer the wait
Don't won't no food for the thought
Get away from the plate

Guts be throw up sipping on rum
We sing from the creed of a begger's last son
Cash fast fun, no life undone
Take what you need son cause you daddy made

the pain
Turn the page and leave them days
In the past
Keep away
Sneak away
From your thoughts
Get your peace dream free today
Release demons and just

a thang
Your worst fear confirmed
Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm
Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn
Why play with fire, burn