DMX — Nice With Mine Freestyle

(Verse) To hold me just like a Colby, scratching with no riff And you’ll find out how I’m living cause I’m gift is mad swift Using lips or clips leaving motherfuckers stiff Move so many key (kis) my first name is Lock, last is Smith If a nigga ever gets up the nerve to really want to be the herb With the stick, he gets kicked to the curb From the dark like a blackout, here to act out Bring a full pack out, and blow your motherfuckin back out Shouldn’t have put the contract out, on yourself Or be an ass nigga, just like the last nigga Take this blast nigga, to the place you know you going Probably to hell, see you there, still flowing The game don’t stop, it goes on and on Some shit I done might not been right, but I ain’t never been wrong I’m too strong, and you couldn’t pay a sucker to win Or against this black motherfucker again Yo, this sin is what I thrive on and live by Don’t have my ends and you force me to relive my Other life, as an uncontrollable savage Killing niggas over a little cabbage, because I just can’t have it Reach out and grab it, and I rip your arm off At the shoulder and beat your head with it cause I’m colder than the Arctic So I write nothing but frozen rhymes Only eat frozen foods, but I can cook frozen minds Run it to bear the mark of the beast, I be the spark of the East That shit you talk, in the dark it’ll cease Slide out like grease, cause I’m slick like that What’s up with your man, sucking my dick like that? Riding rough is how we do things, it’s a crew thing And swinging on my nuts cause more than like they do hang Banged ya up so bad you couldn’t get help from Maaco Stuffed into my grave like Dave out in Waco So take yo, nondescript ass, bitch ass To back where you came from, quick fast, or get trashed Cause that’s just what yo style is And I see y’all niggas really don’t know what wild is Have you ever been through a fifth story window Or shook my a jet black pit with some brindle Got shot at, or got shot, nine slugs is hot Go through that, and then you might be on my level…NOT Yo give money some room, not, fuck it you heard my peeps And they don’t usually say much, cause they just creep So you know that your ass is ghost with your rep So the thing is how you leaving, through the window or the steps