Songtexte:
Dj Next

wives'll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) Chorus 2x Outro: DMX & DJ Clue (DJ

it ain't ruff it ain't D {Uhh} M to the X Most y'all niggas is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*) Next?! [Chorus] [DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal

up the Rhythm Oh Right, We're Takin' This Through To 2005, We Got, Dj Gabry Ponte, Ready on the Wheels of Steel, Takin' you to the next level, Next

come quick Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit Hip hip, hooray for the AK Spray when I lay competition, what a great day Make pay, next is

say Put your hands together Come on, come on I wanna hear Bur, bur, bur Take it, take it party night and a DJ Women in a dinner, My Food drink and DJ

: [Intro: DJ scratching] "Niggas bit off Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep "Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off

longer than giraffe necks poverty will make your ass bet on words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sentance' they say you live by the gun and die by the next

: What ya gwaan now? Bad man nuh punk Cyaan flex like yuh junk Next man locked up inna jungle Hear di argument now (Eh!) Chorus: (But a) Badman nuh

my genitals, I stay on that pinnacle, Chewin up my lyricals, Call me verbal criminal, Send you to that clinical, Subscribe use of Chemicals, I.D.O. and visual, can't see me, invisible. I old school like Biblical, Futuristic next