Dmx It`s Personal Lyrics

It`s Personal Lyrics

We all got guns, we all got dogs

We all gon' make that trip to the morgue

We all find it harder to see through the fog

We all know the difference between right and wrong



We should all live life by one fact

Before you doin' dirt, the dirt gon' come right back

I seen cats go out like suckers

I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad ***"



I see fake niggaz and the games they play

Yo, I deal with that *** e'ry day

Ain't gon' stop me from doin' what I'm doin'

I got things beside *** to be pursuin'



It's that craft for me, the half of me

Let through niggaz in the door after me

Yo, somebody stop me, please, somebody come and get me

If I go, I'm takin' niggaz with me



Dog, nigga, Ghost, nigga

Hop the bar with the toast, nigga

It's like the Lord gettin' close, nigga

It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz

It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz



Dog, nigga, Ghost, nigga

Hop the bar with the toast, nigga

It's like the Lord gettin' close, nigga

It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz

It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz



Nigga, f*** the cop and the warrant

You get a chance, pop an informant

All I need is a *** and I'm torment

Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball

And then slide the f** out in the top of the mornin'



If you hear me *** it on 'em, I'm poppin' it on 'em

I don't *** around nigga, better stop it and mourn 'em

And who the *** asked you to rhyme?

I'm the Ghost, when I come around

They throwin' up the hazardous sign



And you ain't around chemicals, just around generals

Who spend, passin' they time, blastin' they ***

Rather die with my man then the five for ya livewires

Spend half of ya time, smashin' ya spine



Other half, we gettin' money and more money

You think about cars, I got 'Goin' to war' money

We gettin' that dog money

We still in the front of the store, money

And if anybody slip, they gettin' 'Sent to the morgue' money



Dog, nigga, Ghost, nigga

Hop the bar with the toast, nigga

It's like the Lord gettin' close, nigga

It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz

It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz



Dog, nigga, Ghost, nigga

Hop the bar with the toast, nigga

It's like the Lord gettin' close, nigga

It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz

It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz



It's like lately I've been feelin' so weak at the knees

And speakin' to niggaz is just like speakin' to thieves

So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em

Guess already? Then meet 'em

I'm fair game but I'm ready to cheat 'em



The streets ain't right now, the *** white is light brown

These niggaz ain't nice, they nice clowns

That's why I'ma start layin' them right down

And have 'em there layin' in the casket, ice down



Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've been hazed up

'Cause you can see the makeup spots on 'em

This is way beyond ya Evian

The Golden King, it's more like Polo Spring



And what makes it even worse, yo, it's that it's personal

Maybe even ya earth can go

I'll make it where they can never find the ***

Right outta the bar, with all kind of ***



Dog, nigga, Ghost, nigga

Hop the bar with the toast, nigga

It's like the Lord gettin' close, nigga

It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz

It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz



Dog, nigga, Ghost, nigga

Hop the bar with the toast, nigga

It's like the Lord gettin' close, nigga

It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz

It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz



Yeah, y'all niggaz can get caught up in the hype if you want

Bodies drop over here, this is not a game, man

You wanna get caught up in the hype again

Then you can fall in the hype again



This is a movement, Double R, nigga, you know what's up

And if you don't, you gon' get to know what's up

Yeah, we ain't playin wit y'all niggaz this year

'06, '07 and on, nigga, what's up?

Pop off, you know how I work