DMX — Cant You See Freestyle

When I creep through Niggas is see through Just like negligee Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs Rackin the hogs Desert Eagle packin the morgues Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's What happens to those that Chose to be foes and Bet his man knows But yo, we only get stronger And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer Get the mayor on the horn! It's time for shit to go down Strapped for the show down Wet up yo crib, kick the door down Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first Put you right up in a brand new hearse Could be worse Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga Two vests couldn't save this nigga The way I laid this nigga Played this nigga But that's what I'm good at Layin niggas out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats Where's my fuckin' hood at? I flip on niggas like snitches Rip on niggas like bitches Then pour niggas in ditches They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught Or should I say a nigga bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport Triple what a nigga thought But that's just how shit be I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me But just as long as I'm on top of shit I ain't stoppin shit And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit Sat shorty down and told him how much his peeps missed him Boom, one shot through his respiratory system Kissed him good night, put him to bed Put four mo to the head, so he know he understood what I said Red was all over the place, it didn't look good But I did what a crook would, searched the crib and took goods And every night it's the stress That makes me put another nigga to rest Make another nigga one less