Dmx Usual Suspects (part 2) * Lyrics

Usual Suspects (part 2) * Lyrics

f/ Big Stan, Mic Geronimo



* bonus track, continues on track #17 at 12:55



[Mic Geronimo]

YEAH!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G

Know the G, hah hah, know the face

Hah hah, know the name nigga, hah

C'mon, yeah, yeah



Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all niggaz ain't about this life

Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights

My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights

White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice

White wraps for these niggaz who scrap and gun clap

Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back

Once you bitch-made niggaz started doin the rap

Seven figure shit really started ruinin rap

Take it back to hood shit bulletproof and biscuits

Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks

And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight

'til we screamin all of us hate



[Chorus: Mic Geronimo]

You see shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggaz try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel and shit's still real

Nothin ever change cause we still in the field

Niggaz try to front but the game's too real

We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel

So fuck what you feel, yeah



[Big Stan]

Y'all niggaz better get the guns

Fuck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it

When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it

That's the fake shit, argue and just make shit hot

And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make shit pop

Nigga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves

I'm ambidextrous, sold with the glock and the snub

But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot

then one big shot, and one kid drops

Head shot, closed lid over one big box

And a preacher left prayin over one big plot

Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world

And I'ma do it, wanna know how?  Fuckin with Earl

He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup

With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt

Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck

B.S., Bloodline, what the fuck you expect nigga?



[Chorus]



[DMX - overlapping Chorus]

Uhh, WHAT?!  Uhh

Uhh, uhh, uhh



[DMX]

It's time to take out the garbage, y'all niggaz want the hard shit

I got shit that'll start shit, rip apart shit and disregard shit

Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal

What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more?

"Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins

the bullshit we both went through form trusted friends

Bustin him from where?  (It's time to peel)

Fuck what you heard baby!  Shit's still real

Y'all niggaz think your shit don't stink, cause it don't think

Hit a motherfuckin iceberg your ship won't sink

Bitch don't blink, cause I'ma hit you with somethin

I'ma hit you for frontin, I'ma hit you for nuttin? You buggin

I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through

It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you

Fuck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog

If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to



[Chorus] - repeat 2X