Otis Freestyle lyrics

[DMX]
I’m taking the mic, f*ck who’s next!
2 n*ggas repping the R, X & X
My n*gga, there are no raps sh*t
My n*gga clap sh*t that quick
Yeah, we on that sh*t

[Busta Rhymes]
About to roundhouse kick you motherf*ckers face off
My voice so big you can turn the f*ckin base off
Wanted for lots of murders lately - cops surround the place off
I’m busting DMX up in this b*tch
You better take off

[DMX]
Went away for a while.. jail, prison
Getting down for real, f*ck it - living!
Don’t worry about what condition I’m in
Cats can't survive half the places I’ve been

[Busta Rhymes]
And while a lot of motherf*ckers
Sit and watch the throne killer
We in the booth barking dog, welcome home
We spazzing in this b*tch
While we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this
sh*t's supposed to sound like
Dogg, I pulled up in front
Of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with about 30 b*tches in the trunk
Come on!
[DMX]
They saying locked down is easy
But a n*gga like me is greasy
Population or PC, Check my file n*gga
See what I’m on
Feeding with that thing, then I’m gone

[Busta Rhymes]
Most you n*ggas talk too much
Putting police on ‘em
Bunch of blabbermouth-ass n*ggas: Jackie Gleason
I dig my foot in your face, putting my cleats on
You n*ggas steady watching me putting the streets on

[DMX]
You need to think cause I got on chain that something changed?
b*tch, I am the streets. what's my name
I’ve been trying to stay sucker free
But look where the suckers be
Lit the fire under me, can’t a motherf*cker breathe

[Busta Rhymes]
I know you baggage claim rapper n*ggas.. just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw their ass in the rubbish
I don’t give f*ck what they think
You n*ggas know that I run this
You n*ggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it
How I f*ck your money up and be the foulest n*gga
[DMX]
Fall back cause of all that noise you're making
Only lets me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything
You got is mine for the takin
Before I leave you dead and stinkin
Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names
Jump through with the guns out spraying lames
I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
My sh*t loud!

[Busta Rhymes]
Ya’ll n*ggas know my M.O, I kill you, little boy
Heatseeker missle whistle seek and destroy
You ain't ready for the standoff
And while a dog shooting
I’m chopping a n*gga's hand off
Funny little n*gga, see the way I treat him
Talk sh*t when I whoop n*ggas, than I beat them
And if you run around, I woop your ass cookoo
Don't. Talk. Back. When your father's talking to you
These corny n*ggas is wavin surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, pus*y, I’m teaching your ass manners
f*ck your ass up bad, more bangers
And air them out to dry
Like we left them on clothes hangers
I’m sickly as hell, eat your body up: cancer
Who's the nicest in the spot?
Ya’ll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to n*ggas talk
And they fill me up with laughter
These n*ggas say they're "thug"
But be lookin' more like a dancer
There's something that you n*ggas need to know, it's so important
That I ain't the one to f*ck with homey
I’m tired of talking!