DMX:

Grrrrrrr

Grrrrr

Grrr

JD:

Yeah.

Chorus:

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly

An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high

An' all my playas world wide it's the shot or die

Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right

x2

First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch

An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about

I'm from the South

Ya heard

Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas

Live lavish

From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace

Goin' once, goin' twice

Everyday, livin' nice

In the grey wit the ice

Makin' money rollin' dice

Livin' the life

That ya'll dream of

Puttin' niggas outta buissiness like Sony did to Sena

You seen us

The green stuff

An nuttin' else that's all I collect

I got the hots like the Lox

Money, Power and Respect

An' I can damn the check

That any of ya'll niggas spit

I stay hittin'

I ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin')

Nigga

Wit more glitter

Than M.J.

It's all pimp play

When it comes to me

An' ya'll muthafuckas know how JD gets down

An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town

Feel me now

Chorus x2

Mad Rapper:

Yo, let me tell you were I'm at ya'll

Shits kinda sad ya'll

If you ride the buses or trains

Watch ya back ya'll

Who think he stallin?

I still ain't ballin'

An' I got wild bills

An' a crowd that keeps callin'

My dogs wanna hang(bark)

My bitches wanna bang

But it don't mean a thang

When all you got is change

That's why my women ain't dimes

Not even close to nines

Sorta like f