[DMX:]

URRRRRRR

Uh huh

Y'all motherfuckers ready or what?

Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?

I don't think you are

I don't think so!



They got my back against the building

I'm the villian that's creeping around corners

Like shorty you see them niggas reaping around, warn us

Unless he coming through, gunning through, running through

So be careful what you do

See them slugs might come to you

As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe

And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist

I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me

Doctor says let them die till this fucking dog bit me

I don't know whats wrong with me

But it seems like since you heard of us

Y'all niggas been wanting to murder us

(?) the third of us

Still against me

And wanting to see me in the box

Grilling me all crazy when you see me in the locks

Leave you dead (red?) like fox

Ain't nothing funny about that

I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that

You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you

I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug for you

It's murda

It's murda motherfuckers



[Jay-Z:]

I take a squat then post up with the toast up

I bring beef to a closure

Know somethin?

(?)

I'm loathesome

I scream out fuck the world then I throw something

Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god

I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad

And our punks leave you gagged up in your car

Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out

What the fuck y'all want?

Daddio with the calico

Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your pa