DMX - The Great Lyrics

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[DMX] 
Wooh 
Come on 
Wooh 
Uh, uh, wooh 
Come on 
Wooh 

Uh, uh uh 
Man, I hear you niggas talkin 
But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it 
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it 
Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on 
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on 
Now ya mouth got you in some shit 
So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch 
Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas 
Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas 
Once the four four hit'cha 
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha 
Boy, I'ma get'cha 
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool 
'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL 
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin 
Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened 
All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with 
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with 

Chorus: DMX 

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad 
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad 
I wish you understood why I'm mad 
cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back 
A nigga gotta take the good with the bad 
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm glad 
I wish you understood why I'm mad 
cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back 

[DMX] 
Uh, uh, uh 
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit 
Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split 
Then all hit the ground around the same time 
In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine? 
left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind 
Yeah, thats how you do that 
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that 
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important 
You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin 
House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen 
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin 
Drinkin ??? fueled by drugs 
Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog 
Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do 
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you 
Tie you up for a week starvin you 
Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay 

Chorus 

[DMX] 
Uh, uh, uh 
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure 
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher 
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste 
'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time 
So I gave it to him in his chest 
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES 
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast 
They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass 
Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet 
But ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eat 
So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth 
'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out 
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out 
Popped out, through a you know what 
Cuz you know why, and you know my 
Motherfuckin name up in this game 
And bitch, you know I 
Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms 
New York niggas do, fuck the perms 

Chorus

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lyrics submitted by Chris Turek on 26-10-2004
lyrics corrected on 26-10-2004