Usual Suspects Lyrics

Usual Suspects lyrics

Intro:

Mic Geronimo (DMX)



Yeah (grrrrr) introducing the suspects:
DMX, Ja-Ro, L-O-X, Khadafir (grrrr)

Mic Geronimo (my
niggaz)



[DMX]

What's all the noise about? have some respect, shut
the fuck up

Drive by, money talkin shit, yo back the truck, you niggaz
don't respect me

But you fear me, and fear is better than respect, y'all
niggaz hear me

If I smack the shit outta this nigga, his man over here is
like "Yo"

"What nigga what?" and his man is like "Sike yo"

Take it from
one extreme to the next

and my shit always bounce like DM to the X

I can
bring it from up here, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, down to "Aight, I think it's

safe
to take off the cuffs" play wit words, blurge and splurge, flip styles

Take
his and hers, niggas encouraged, I get wild, so don't make me angry

You
ain't like me when I'm angry

got a lot of enemies and they all like to
bang

Catch me when I'm sleepin, wit one eye closed, one guy chose, the
dogs

One got froze, wit hoes



[Ja]

It's gonna be a long time
'fore they touch this here, it's Gotti, Cartier

Let's take it there, make a
milli yeah, which Bentley's

ice drippin off the jewels

Daily, Ja to Ro,
what, y'all don't hear me nigga, y'all remember, C-M-C

95, December, fine
women, illegal tender, such as life, when I feel like

Y'all ain't give me
half, who could hold me, hoes try to console me, wreck

they sex, drugged
out broke and lonely

like so many who pushed Rolie before me

Ja hit em
precisely, God just don't make too many like me

inadvertantly
shittin

On the top 20, y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be
touched, see

by the time y'all realized, I done touched you up, blazed you
up, your whole

stlye, chump nigga, what? hit it again if you thought I gave
a fuck



[Jadakiss] (Styles)



[Yo, yo, yo it's pitiful,
everything's political, but I got more rounds now

So all y'all can get a
few, you know the shit that we be on, the three on

Must be the money like
Deion, now we see on, player you pop shit

I'd rather pop shells, twist
el's, blow chaps wit the rap cartels]

(Nigga, one nation in the gutter,
L-O-X style, I bring it to your mother

Christ can get iced if he fucks wit
my brother, you know who run New York

So bump the undercovers)

[Uh-huh,
yeah, it's a family affair, you find the rear, my niggaz stick

together and
None of us care, we ain't got time for cages]

(Doin ages) [Thinkin of my
crew] (Holdin my two razors)

[Lockin in] (Lockin out)

[I play the
block] (Poppin up) [Poppin out] (I like to shop)

[I get the finest clothes
Top of the line guns]

(Honies sellin crack, put this pack on your
son)

[It ain't my fault I want a vault full of money] (The shit is dead, I
seen a|br> nigga shoot a honey) [Now who's to blame when you bleed] (Ain't no
answer)

[If it ain't a bullet, I'mma die from cancer, puff out till my
lungs is gone,

and nigga it's a war till the guns is
gone]



[Khadafi]

Giuliani showed me, that hell's another level,
blessed by Allah, possessed by

the Devil, born in this crime I was sworn to
do, slayed you fake thugs since

performin to, I'mma bleed 2-5 to my dyin
day

spray the A-K till this world decay

If the Feds wanna stay, we gon
make em pay, cursin they whole life till they

old and gray, and in the name
of the Father, and the Holy Spirit, will they

murder me In hell, crucify my
lyrics, only time ever tells

and I know that you feel it

All my niggaz
in a cell, yo I'm wit you in spirit, nuttin nice about a nigga

when he Doin
his bids, comin home to the next man raisin your kids, to my

thugs in the
Bridge, hold ya head up, cause niggaz gonna feel it till they

cold and
dead



[Mic Geronimo]

Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal disguised
niggaz, the live niggaz, pullin Mac

Wha, surprise niggaz, holdin my mics to
metal light, invitin these water-head

Brothas to get splash back and take a
life, slidin back when i was 16

?Rule-mellow? my brother told me laid back,
aced up, and play it mellow

Seein how I'm a young Othello, don't confuse me
wit them brothers who lost

playin black DeNiro, the boss of this, get to
toss the Crist, robbin shit

We ballin flawlessly, from envy y'all brothas
tried but you'll never touch me

The god heated up beyond he frequency, now
it's time to put you niggas under

Pressure, we form, here I am, if it's on
then it's on, if the world was yours

Could you keep it from a nigga like
me? hold your head, we about to see

Motherfucker