DMX — You Dont Hear Me Though

But they don't hear me though (uh huh) Niggas don't hear me though 2x (DMX) Niggas wanna shout, I'ma make noise Niggas run they mouth, I'm a break jaws Niggas coming out, I'm a take yours School Street, home of the brave nigga, we make wars Stuck in the cage, where do we turn Niggas spending time on the streets, where do we learn Who gonna be there to teach em, reach em when they in trouble Bark up at your dog, cause we all up in the struggle The change in collars is coming with brains and scholars We gonna get it on baby, until it rains in dollars Rotweilers ain't got nothing on the Pit Putting on the rips, why y'all niggas frontin on the grits We can all eat or we can all sleep We can pull heat with the full heat or make it all sweet We all deep, since you best at getting touched, leave it alone Cause dog, If I wanted you last month, you would've been blown My nigga T.P. creep with me, frequently Two deep with me, secretly, evilly Problem solved, shit resolved, next issue Baby nine on the ankle, in case the Tecs miss you Hit you, ready for war, ready for more, you ain't afraid to die But this pistol in your mouth got you afraid to lie Buh-bye, see you in Hell until I get there, sit there I'm a hit there, about when you in your fifth year, shit yeah (DMX) I always catch a nigga blind in the fog Talent of a God, mind of a dog When it's on it's on, it don't matter Cause y'all niggas chatter, my niggas splatter Thought you was badder, well my dogs thought otherwise Screaming like a bitch oh you thought we was those other guys Nigga tried to snitch, ran home and told his mother lies But fucking with this clique is one sure why a brother dies Who gonna pay respects, when you laying in that box Playing with The L.O.X, DMX will spray the spot That'll make it hot, I torch when I touch Let me loose, your arm is coming off when I bust Dusk back to Dusk, you going out the way you came in And you must've flipped once the way you was layin And now your momma prayin, you better off in death than in life But you in Hell, wishing you had stepped towards the light Now you know, but it's too late Niggas don't hear me though, 'til it's too late All that "I'm sorry, yo I didn't know" Is a waste of breath when your man is laying up in different clothes Body full of holes, and I'm a man of my word Told me he would get it, as he ran from the curb Think it's a fucking joke, you can get it like he got it Spot right next to his, same grave, read about it (DJ Clue) Ha-ha DJ Clue Desert Storm Hev. E Components, part 2 Academics Word up William M...Holla holla