Dj Clue Who`s Next (x-clue-sive) Lyrics

Who`s Next (x-clue-sive) Lyrics

feat. DMX

[DMX] (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}
(Whaaaat!)
When its on {Uhh}
Its on {Huh-uh}
You motherf**kers done lost your mind!
Its another one of those
Ahh man (New DMX!)
Another one of them, Clue slash X joints {What!} (Who's Next!)
Another one of them off the motherf**king hook joints
{Ahh you motherf**kers done lost your mind}
Bulldog, call a Bulldog! (Whaaaat!)

When I creep through
Niggaz do see through
Just like a niggaz jail {Uhh}
Ain't no talkin cause they must (?) second {What?}
As I walk I be strappin my dogs {Uhh} (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin the hoods
Desert Eagle packin 'em up {What?}
Now don't slide with yellow tags or chosens 
What happens to those and {Uhh}
Chose to be foes and {Huh-uh}
but his man though
So we only get strong {Uhh}
and the amount of time I'm facing is only gettin longer 
Get the mayor on him! (Clue!)
{What!} How's it gon' go down {Uhh!}
Strapped for the show down {Uhh!}
Ran up yo crib, kick the door down
Now you schemin so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new Herse
Could be worse {Whoo!}
Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this nigga {Uhh}
The way I laid this nigga
Played this nigga
but thats what I'm good that {Huh-uh}
Layin niggaz out right, blow his f**kin hood out (Ha ha!)
Give 'em a f**kin hood-at {Whoo!}
Cripple niggaz like switches {Uhh!}
Cripple niggaz like bit*hes {Uhh!}
Cripple niggaz if they ditch us {Uhh!}
They not half the bodies the nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga bought
Cause they now like gettin paid for, a nigga sport {Aight}
Triple wit a bigger thought
but thats just how sh*t be
I know that one day they gon' try that sh*t wit me
but just as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin shit
and I ain't motherf**king droppin shit

Chorus: DMX {DMX background vocal's}
 

If it ain't ruff it ain't me {Uhh, c'mon}
If it ain't ruff it ain't D {Uhh}
M to the X
Most y'all niggaz is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*)
Next?!

Chorus

[DMX] (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}
Plenty of niggaz know dirty is how I do it
Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of ya muh'f**kers built for war
and I lay down the law (Clueminati!) 
when I spray down the door
f**kin around on my name will be ninety five beef
Sixty four, eleven {What} or three and a half to seven {C'mon}
When livin up north I put niggaz to waste
You wanna stop the violence?
Get the f**k out my face!
Paroll before peeps hit the (?)
Bit*hes is f**kin but I sleep with the sawed off
I got sh*t to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to take
I don't joke cause jokers is cars
and cars are what I pull
and the red with the clip full
No leash on the Pitbull (Ha ha!)
That sh*t is hot like the wax off a candle stick {C'mon}
but how I handle shit
Is I dismantle sh*t {C'mon}
De-de-de-de-de
Like Popeye with his Spinach son (Clue!)
Went through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
What's your group, gonna do when I put the pressure on
and it hurts, when it (?) as it hurts {Aight}
and the bit*hes comin all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about them niggaz
and they'll want to be without them niggaz
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money
Play your joints up, strap, bit*h (Ha ha!)

Chorus 2x

[DMX] (DJ Clue)
(DJ Clue!)
Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what f**kin with these streets would be
The Professional Part 2!
Muh'f**ker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (Fresh out!
my nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)