What You Want lyrics

by

DMX


Y'all n*ggas is dead, dead!
What the f*ck is wrong with y'all?
Face illest street n*ggas, illest rap n*ggas
It's murda!

Motha f*ckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
Cause whether your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash mother f*ckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you

Yo, sh*t I hope ya'll n*ggas know to lay low now
Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down
Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to this the night
That alot of n*ggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right be in hell looking for ice
F**kin with Ja you b*tch n*ggas talking sh*t
All on my di*k you broke n*ggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your di*k or your b*tch
My flow be the sick sh*t, gravely ill
n*ggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
n*ggas ain't seein my plight
I'm a cruddy n*gga, goin' up raw-dog in dirty b*tches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin that sh*t to thirty b*tches
You say you know a n*gga like me, guess again Poppy
I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy
Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, n*ggas don't want it
Get it, Done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, I made it scrapin'
I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin
And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a n*gga
Something to do to a n*gga, Cause you is a fool n*gga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake sh*t
You can't understand why a man would have to take sh*t
Or steal sh*t, but this is that real, n*ggas kill sh*t, peel sh*t
I hit you in your head you won't feel sh*t!!!
GRRRR.....
Let the dogs lose on a n*ggas ass
Find out if the n*ggas faster then the trigger's blast
A f*cking snake in the truest form
Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, but still I do it strong
n*ggas is making movies so i gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin
These blocks are not for frontin', So let me get that shorty
Cause you don't need that shorty
You don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?!
Uh! Dark man! DMX! Ruff Ryders! Def Jam!
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