DMX - Bring Your Whole Crew Lyrics
[dmx]Uhh..Aiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!! cmon!!Uhh! uhh-huh!But they dont hear me thoughUhh, but they dont hear me though,Uhh, but they dont, they dont, they dont, they dont..I got blood on my hands and theres no remorseAnd got blood on my dick cause I *****ed a corpse (cmon!)Im a nasty nigga - when you pass me nigga look me in my eyes (what!)Tell me to my *****in face that you ready to die (cmon!)You be a dead mother*****er, red mother*****erDont be stupid, you heard what I said mother*****erWho shot you? aww nigga, like you dont know (woo!)Stickin you for yo dough while Im *****in yo broke ho (what!)Yo! dont you get the picture? niggaz cant touch me (uhh!)Cause I dont give a ***** g, Ill get you touched bI got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a doorAnd enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war (cmon!)So what you want nigga? help, cause youse about to rest (uh!)When Im fed, red cross couldnt clean up the messAnd a vest will do nuttin but make you look a little thicker (yea!)Cause in the dark - you aint nuttin but a lil nigga (what!)And if youd been thinkin about that shit you didYou wouldnta brought the joint, wit you kid,Now ima have to get you kid, and split your wig, wit the machete (what!)I bring beef to niggaz, and string em out, like spaghetti (cmon!)You aint ready - nor can you stand how Im bringin it (uh!)Im givin it is how Im livin it so Im swingin it (uh!)Red dot on your head, cause youse in mid rangeRed dot on your chest, opens up your rib cageChorus: ruff ryders (repeat 4x)I just love when a nigga bring his whole crewIts just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through[dmx]Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, youd be realBut its not - so I know if you get knocked, youll squealLike a *****, cause you is a ***** and always been a ***** (oh, oh, ohh!)And you know how niggaz do a ***** we run up in a ***** (ohh!)Put something in a ***** - nigga do you know me, nigga do you owe me? (uh-huh)Figured you could blow me? well ima let this trigger fill you homeyYall niggaz gots to be smokin somethin thinkin you chokin somethin (uhhh)*****in around wit me youll be a broken somethin (woo!)Im out for blood with the crips at warHow much shit could you talk wit your lips on the floor?***** niggaz make me itch, so I scratch, youse a ***** (uh, uh, uhh..)So I snatch up your face, fake-ass pencil I scratch you (..uhh, uhh, cmon!)Yeah there was a time, when I woulda jumped up and choked this nigga(but now!) but now Im on some shit like, yo.. smoke this nigga! (uh-huh!)Im bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill emSomebody come and get this muh*****er before I kill him (please!)Arrrrf! fresh out the asylum, Im whylinYall niggaz know the phone numbers for help you best to dial em (ay!)Nine-one-one, emergency, the urgencyWill have witnesses seein what the surgeon see (woo!)How far you gon get, wit your dome split fool!I catch your man slippin cause he think his shit cool; (cmon)But it aint, so I paint the walls with his blood (uh, uh, uh)Another dick in the mud - nigga what!!Chorus[ruff ryders](cmon!)Hey yo you know who this is for..They let the dogs in the door (cmon cmon, yeah)Hey yo you know who this is for.. (cmon)They let the dogs in the door (yeah yeah)ChorusChorus 1/4x[ruff ryders]I just love..
