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Marlo – Last Time Lyrics (feat. No Plug)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
[Verse 1: Marlo]
I went from making thirty off them hundreds to a nigga gettin’ money
I stayed standing, f**king bitches and stayin’ on top of riches, run them digits
Stop f**kin’ with them pigeons, I’m in the kitchen, really gettin’ it
I was sixth grade with a bag of midget, tryna flip it
Big bomb tucked, pistol armored up
And now I’m goin’ for nothin’
The J’s steal your dope, I’m tryna shake them folks
12 pressing on the block like whoa
Got a thirty-one in my coat
I ain’t believing this shit, you know the feeling when them peoples hit
[Chorus: Marlo]
I hope God hear me now, then last time
I ain’t prayed to you in a while but this shit tryin’
And a nigga hold they head up with a smile, face a trial
So them young niggas goin’ wild with them sticks, goddamn
The pressure come, that’s bullshit
I pray God hear me now, then last time
I hope God hear me now, then last time
I pray to God hear me now, then last time
I hope God hear me now, then last time
I pray to God hear me now, then last time
[Verse 2: No Plug]
How you want to drive, a water whip a straight drop
f**k the DEA nigga, and the state cops
They banned from the 9, they tried to take me from the block
I’m like an offensive lineman, every day I’m making blocks
In that Porsche Carrera 9-11, I’m gon’ drop the top
When your ho see all these diamonds man, she gon’ suck my cock
I’m like a crackhead in the game, sellin’ dope, I can’t stop
All them diamonds in my chain, man they doin’ the milly rock
I been ballin’ for a long time, you just thug to Pac
If you buy twenty-eight from me you know it gon’ hop
I’m like DMX and Ox, f**k a book I’m sellin’ blocks
I’ma straight drop everything, bitch I’m settin’ up shop
[Chorus: Marlo]
I hope God hear me now, then last time
I ain’t prayed to you in a while but this shit tryin’
And a nigga hold they head up with a smile, face a trial
So them young niggas goin’ wild with them sticks, goddamn
The pressure come, that’s bullshit
I pray God hear me now, then last time
I hope God hear me now, then last time
I pray to God hear me now, then last time
I hope God hear me now, then last time
I pray to God hear me now, then last time

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Lil Wayne – Wild Dogs Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m…
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I’m, bitch, I’ma ball and…
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I’m a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri fuckin’ Alexa
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I’ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it’s gon’ bust your retina
With diamonds that’s covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
Don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
We treat ’em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I’ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it’s gon’ bust your retina
With diamonds that’s covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
We treat ’em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs, we come to your area
We gon’ go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)
[Verse 1]
Fresh out the pad, boy, bitch, I’m a hot boy
Red ass dot, boy, duh-duh-duh-dot boy
Shoot every spot, boy, back, chest, top, boy
Shoot out like cowboys, Dak Prescott, boy
Percs get popped, boy, yes I’m a hostage
Xanny get popped too, that’s for my conscience
Addy get popped too, now I’m a zombie
Muscle relaxant, that’s for my posture
I’ma do acid, now I’m obnoxious
Sip cotton candy, pop Oxycontin
Hold you for ransom, now you the hostage
Call up your family, give ’em the options
Tell ’em to cash it, put ’em in boxes
Do not deal with 12 ’cause you dealin’ with monsters
If everything fail, then we killin’ your mama
We all go to Hell but right now we on fire
I’m talkin’ that shit, yeah
And I’m walkin’ that shit like a dog in this bitch
That’s your dawg, he a bitch, yeah
He was barkin’ and shit, now he eatin’ his words
Tell him gargle and spit, don’t be startin’ no shit
When you start up in this, put your heart in my fist
Squeeze your heat ’til it squish, then I wash and not rinse
Give your daughter a kiss, then we slaughter that bitch
[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I’m, bitch, I’ma ball and…
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I’m a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri fuckin’ Alexa
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I, I’ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it’s gon’ bust your retina
With diamonds that’s covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
Me and my dawgs don’t…
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
We treat ’em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I’ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it’s gon’ bust your retina
With diamonds that’s covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
We treat ’em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs, we come to your area
We gon’ go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)
[Verse 2]
Woah
All my dawgs gon’ slide, yeah
Bust up in your home, yeah
Home sweet homicide, yeah
All my dawgs is wild niggas, saw your dawg goodbye, yeah
Pet Sematary, I got all your dawgs inside, yeah
Yeah, y’all done lost your mind, yeah
And all my stars aligned, yeah
So all my dawgs gon’ shine, yeah
All my dawgs is slimes, yeah
It’s war like Vietnam, yeah
Throw that dog a bone, wait…
That might be a bomb, damn
[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
Bitch, I’m, bitch, I’ma ball and…
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I’ma ball and dunk on whoever
I, I feel just like Russell Westbrook
Bitch, I’m a dog, I turn to a werewolf
Got Siri fuckin’ Alexa
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I, I’ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it’s gon’ bust your retina
With diamonds that’s covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
Me and my dawgs don’t…
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
We treat ’em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs pull up in a Tesla
I’ma bust down the Perpetual
Look at it too hard, it’s gon’ bust your retina
With diamonds that’s covered like eczema
Me and my dawgs don’t fuck with the rest of ’em
We treat ’em like veterinarians
Me and my dawgs, we come to your area
We gon’ go hard just like DMX and them (Ruff)

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DMX Meets Same Fate As Meek Mill Back In Jail For Bail Violation

DMX is destined for the same fate as Meek Mill.

The Ruff Ryders rap legend, whose real name is Earl Simmons, is back in jail for violating his bail conditions. TMZ reported that X failed a mandatory drug test after appearing in court this morning in Manhattan. The judge ordered him remanded in custody arguing that he was a flight risk after being tested positive for cocaine, oxycodone, and opiates.

DMX was spotted last week in a St. Louis airport bar boozing out while buying shots for patrons and preaching. Prosecutors played the video in court while arguing that is another clear violation of his probation. The rapper’s attorney, Murray Richman, didn’t have much to say to reporters except about this latest development in Simmons ongoing legal battle. “I’m saddened and disappointed,” Richman said. “We’ll have to deal with it accordingly.”

The legendary rapper pleaded guilty to tax evasion in November last year when he was released on a $500,000 bond. Part of the conditions for his bail was mandatory rehab which he completed but seems he is right back to square one where drugs aare concerned. DMX will remain behind bars until his sentencing for his tax evasion case on March 29th. He is facing years in prison for concealing millions of dollars in a scheme dated back decades, according to the New York prosecutor.

Last year November, Meek Mill was sentenced to 2-4 years in prison for violating his probation by popping wheelies in the streets of New York and getting arrested in St. Louis. Both charges were eventually dismissed, but the judge still sent him to prison, sparking a nationwide uproar from fans of the rapper and his celebrity peers including JAY-Z and Rev Al Sharpton. Unlike Meek Mill, DMX has a serious case on his hand and is likely to go away for a while. His plea deal may also play a part in his sentence.

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DMX Released From Rehab Temporarily For His Fans

DMX is out rehab, at least for a little bit.

The rap legend is getting a temporary reprieve from rehab to go on tour. He has an upcoming concert in Albany on Friday where fans were worried that he might not show, but now we know he will be there for sure, TMZ reported. On Saturday, following the performance, X will be heading straight back to rehab which is mandatory. The former Ruff Ryders MC was also permitted to perform at a gig in New York City on Thursday night. After all he need to keep the money flowing in to pay for rehab and his pending tax debt.

DMX attorney, Murray Richman, says the rapper will required to travel for his concerts from time to time and will have a rehab counselor on the journey with him at all times. He has been granted permission to travel almost a dozen times already and has to go through a rigorous drug testing program while on tour. The rapper pays for the counselor’s travel expense and food.

DMX says he has been sober ever since rehab and it looks like rehab is being good to him because he has put on a little weight.

@dmx is in da house #xisgonnagiveittoya @vectormedia @thegarage611

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DMX Is Sober and Packed On A Lot Of Weight Since Rehab

DMX is not only sober, he has packed on a ton of weight since going to rehab and it’s pretty evident in the video clip below.

The legendary rapper checked into rehab in August after copping a deal with to avoid house arrest. Seems it was the best thing that ever happened to him because not only is he sober, but he gained over 40 pounds according to sources. A TMZ photographer caught up with the DMX today while going to court and asked him about his weight gain and the status of his tax evasion case.

The photographer asked him if its true that he put on 40 lbs and how much does he weigh now. “I don’t know. you have a scale?” X responded jokingly. He was later asked what kind of diet he was on and he said he eats captain crunch cereal. The entire exchange with the paparazzo was hilarious, but it’s X’s health and image that everyone is zooming in on. Before going into rehab, he looked frail and overall not in his best shape. But now he looks a lot more energetic and upbeat. So you can conclude that rehab has been good to him and he should probably do more rehab to ensure that he stays off drugs.

DMX is reportedly clean and sober and has been that way for weeks now, according to sources close to the rapper. He also got a big break in court recently when a judge gave him the green light to travel this fall to other states for touring so he can make some money. There are some reports that he is having some financial troubles and is next to broke because he has been unable to leave the state of New York for touring or any other reasons. He also has child support cases to deal with in court which also put some strain on his finances.

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DMX Cops Deal On House Arrest But Must Enter Drug Rehab

DMX desperately want to be able to travel and perform on gigs so he cop a deal to be free of house arrest but in exchange, he will have to enter a drug rehabilitation program.

The rap icon legal troubles are still far from over since he is facing multiple charges for tax evasion. He was placed under house arrest earlier this month after failing at least four drug tests, hence all the more reasons for drug rehab. TMZ reported that a judge has signed off on an inpatient treatment program for DMX’s substance abuse problems.

X will still need permission to travel outside of the state of New York, but if the treatment facility is outside of the state then he can travel there freely. The rapper’s lawyer, Murray Richman, agrees with the judge saying that DMX drug addiction has become impossible to manage and he needs help. This will not be the first time the former Ruff Ryder emcee is getting treatment for substance abuse, but we all sure it will be the last. In April of this year, the rapper checked himself into rehab following a mysterious medical problem. Sources say he had overdosed on drug and collapse. Seems that rehab didn’t help him back then because just this month he failed four drug test in one day where drugs such as marijuana and cocaine were found in his system.

DMX has pleaded not guilty to the tax charges and if convicted he could serve some time in prison. X is reportedly working on a new album but there is no word yet on the release date or the title. Earlier this year Swizz Beatz confirmed that he has been in the studio with the legendary rapper working on a new project. But it seems his drug addiction problems may have played a role in the delay of the project.

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DMX Placed On House Arrest After Failing Four Drug Tests

DMX is currently on house arrest after failing a whopping four drug tests.

DMX almost went back to prison, but instead, the judge was lenient on him and sent him to go on house arrest. TMZ reported that not only did the Ruff Ryders rapper failed four drug tests, he also turned up to his bail hearing half and hour late. That got to angered the judge, but perhaps the judge was having a great day so he showed the troubled rapper some mercy.

X was tested positive for marijuana and cocaine and as if that was not enough, he also violated his bail conditions of his tax evasion case when he recently traveled to St. Louis without permission. The judge could have easily put him back behind bars for a long time, but he showed him some leniency and sentenced him to house arrest.

The rap legend will have to also wear an ankle monitor for the remainder of the case, which means any more violation could see him being thrown in jail. Last month, DMX pleaded not guilty to 14 counts of tax evasion charges and currently owes the federal government $1.7 million in unpaid taxes. The IRS says that the rapper avoids paying taxes for years by mostly doing business with cash.

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DMX Pleaded Not Guilty To 14 Counts Of Tax Evasion Charges

DMX pleaded not guilty to 14 counts of tax evasion charges and now he is facing years in prison.

The New York rapper, whose real name is Earl Simmons, was arrested on Friday and later released on a whopping $500,000 bond. News broke online earlier this week that DMX was slapped with over a dozen counts of tax evasion. According to TMZ, X owes a whopping $1.7 million to the IRS on income from 2002 through 2005. The IRS says it tried to collect the dough from DMX but he ignored them the entire time.

“While raking in millions from his songs, including his 2003 hit ‘X Gon’ Give it to Ya,’ DMX didn’t give any of it to the IRS,” Acting US Attorney Joon Kim said in a statement. The IRS also claimed that DMX earned over $2.3 million between 2010 and 2015 but did not file any tax return during that period. X also lied about his income during a bankruptcy filing where he reported that he made only $10,000 the entire year, but he actually made $250,000.

The rap legend reportedly hides his earnings by using cash only to make transactions and even let his manager collect his royalty checks in his account and disburse it to him in cash. DMX avoid bank accounts at all cost.

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REMY MA – Another One lyrics

Heard you callin’ everyone
Now call ’em back, ’cause I got another one
Heard you was kiddin’, sayin’ I ain’t havin’ none
But that’s okay baby, ’cause now you my son
They like, “Yo, Rem go in again”
My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen
You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe
I kick a dead horse till it don’t move
Don’t come around me, now I got the crown, see
I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey
The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B
I better not ever hear you say anything about me
I came from behind bars like a bottle girl
No candy bars, I raise the bar, I’m like a bodybuild
All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie
Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty
Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that?
When it’s dark and hell is hot, I’ll DM your ex
Sittin’ here now like, “Who I’ma DM next?”
I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr
Get at me dog, DMX
And I’m waitin’ for a bitch to talk outta her neck
‘Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts

Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)
Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)

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SonReal – No Warm Up

[Verse 1]
They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I’m cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
Cause this new shit I drop right now gon’ make your fuckin’ day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers
Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I’m the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin’ loaner
Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 2]
They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I’m Quim Cardona first try
I’m David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon’ make me levitate right ‘bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can’t miss, so I’m putting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a 12 year old who’s sitting in the stands
Cause that 12-year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say "What’s up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 3]
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don’t know
Mama told me, "Don’t break no rules
‘Less you’re planning on doing it first try"
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling "Free yo mind"
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

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DMX – Bane Is Back (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Intro]
Grit your teeth
DMX
Ruff Riders

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feelin’ ya’
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
[?] will come through your block
Make all your niggas really missing
(Where they at?)
Where they at now?
You want that new shit, don’t cha’?
You want that street shit, don’t cha’?

[Verse 1: DMX]
Man, cats nowadays be spittin’ that fuck shit
Bird ass niggas spittin’ that duck shit
I’m from the old school and that there we don’t fuck with
Been locked down on lockdown [?] suck a dick
Four ways to get in when you fit in: floor, chair
Before you climb the ladder try to find the stairs
Just the go-getters, flow spitters
That roll with us are gorillas
Cold killers that blow triggers
You got niggas, but my niggas know your niggas
And what my niggas know ’bout your niggas they ho niggas
Oh no, and I call ’em "oh no" niggas ’cause the last thing them bitches said was, "oh no" nigga
You’re about to go, nigga
And the last thing your people heard was
"Amen from the past and release the birds"
We gonna’ end it with the word, may God rest his soul
And though it looks like he’s sleeping, to the touch he’s cold

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feelin’ ya’
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
[?] will come through your block
Make all your niggas really missing
Where they at now?
You want that new shit, don’t cha’?
You want that street shit, don’t cha’?

[Verse 2: DMX]
Gimme the second chance, so respect the stance
You plan to go reckless and you make reckless plans
So, respect that we can dance
Bitch ass nigga
Motherfuck you and your man, we can do it with the hands
Fuck I need a gun for?
I done fucked a lot of bitches already
So when it come to pussy you just one more
Hit ’em with the 1-4
That’s when you know a niggas a bitch and he’s still gonna’ get the hand, but you like, "What for?"
Really? You want more?
I come through with the click, click boom – click, click, boom
Put it through your front door
Brains on the wall like paint
’cause I don’t need to know what it is as long as I know what it ain’t
Ain’t a fuckin’ thing fake about me
The devil spent so much time ruining my life
What would the snake do without me?
Keep running your mouth and see what happens when a nigga keeps running they mouth
They get knocked the fuck out, nigga

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feelin’ ya’
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
[?] will come through your block
Make all your niggas really missing
Where they at now?
You want that new shit, don’t cha’?
You want that street shit, don’t cha’?

[Outro: DMX (talking)]
Real niggas recognize real niggas man
A real nigga ain’t gonna go through the trouble of trying a real nigga
Cuz he know a real nigga will get down just like he get down
And he don’t want that headache
He’d rather push up on a soft ass nigga
[?] it mean’s something, technically, know what I saying?
He spot a bitch nigga from a mile away
And carry ’em just like, know what I mean?

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DMX feat. Swizz Beatz – Bane Iz Back Lyrics

(Intro)
Grit your teeth
DMX
Ruff Riders

(Chorus – Swizz Beatz)
La familia
If it ain’t about the dog, we ain’t feeling ya
A lot of rappers been soft for a long time
Bout to put the hoodie dog on times
They said pain is back
I said, naw, Bane is back
The Dark Knight blitzing with the hoodie on
Will come through your block
Make all your ni**as really missing
Where they at?
Where they at now?
You want that new s**t, don’t ya?
You want that street s**t, don’t ya?

(Verse 1 – DMX)
Man, cats nowadays be spitting that f**k s**t
Bird ass ni**as spitting that d**k s**t
I’m from the old school and that there we don’t f**k with
Been locked down on lockdown…s**k a d**k
Four ways to get in when you fit in, floor, chair
Before you climb the ladder try to find the stairs
Just the go-getters, flow spitters
That roll with us are gorillas
Cold killers that blow triggers
You got n**as, but my ni**as know your ni**as
And what my ni**as know bout your ni**as they ho ni**as
Oh no, and I call em oh no ni**as cause the last thing them bi**hes said was, oh no ni**a
You’re about to go, ni**a
And the last thing your people heard was
Amen from the past and release the birds
We gonna end it with the word, may God rest his soul
And though it looks like he’s sleeping, to the touch he’s cold

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – DMX)
Gimme the second chance, so respect the stance
You plan to go reckless and you make reckless plans
So, respect that we can dance
Bitch ass ni**a
Motherf**k you and your man, we can do it with the hands
F**k I need a gun for?
I done f**ked a lot of bi**hes already
So when it come to pu**y you just one more
Hit em with the 1, 4
That’s when you know a ni**as a bitch and he’s still gonna get the hand, but you like, What for?
Really? You want more?
I come through with the click, click boom – click, click, boom
Put it through your front door
Brains on the wall like paint
Cause I don’t need to know what it is as long as I know what it ain’t
Ain’t a f**king thing fake about me
The devil spent so much time ruining my life
What would the snake do without me?
Keep running your mouth and see what happens when a ni**a keeps running they mouth
They get knocked the f**k out, ni**a

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro – DMX talking)
Real ni**as recognize real ni**as man
A real ni**a ain’t gonna go through the trouble of trying a real ni**a
Cuz he know a real ni**a will get down just like he get down
And he don’t want that headache
He’d rather push up on a soft ass ni**a
It mean’s something, technically, know what I saying?
He spot a bi**h ni**a from a mile away
And carry em just like, know what I mean?

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The Lox – Stupid Questions (Filthy America… It’s Beautiful Album)

[Interviewer 1]
Uh.. Uh.. Ex.. Uh.. Ex.. Excuse me, guys!
The Lox! Lox! Lox!
Excuse me! Alright.. Excuse me! Excuse me, Sheek! Stylez! Stylez! Jada!

[Sheek]
Oh my god, What!?

[Stylez P]
Yo!

[Jadakiss]
Yeah, what’s up?

[Interviewer 1]
What about Benzino?
Are you guys safe in Boston?
I heard he has a lot of Love and Hip Hop fans

[Stylez P]
Who?

[Sheek]
Go ahead, P, answer that shit

[Jadakiss]
Ask Mona Scott!

[Stylez P]
Fuck you mean, are we safe in Boston?

[Jadakiss]
We safe everywhere, nigga!

[Stylez P]
Are you fuckin’ safe right now? Fuck you up!

[Jadakiss]
That’s why I hate doing these stupid ass interviews

[Interview 1]
Uh, Beanie Sigel, Freeway.. Uh.. Philadelphia is very dangerous
How do you guys feel about that?

[Sheek]
Yes, homie, yes, we fucks with Philly

[Stylez P]
I’m fuckin’ very dangerous!

[Jadakiss]
The bol over here drawling
This nigga dick eatin’
I thought it was an interview; this nigga dick eatin’

[Interviewer 2]
Guys, Guys, Guys!
Over here, over here!
What’s up with you and Puff?
Are you guys still cool?
Is there any beef?

[Sheek]
Ah, man
Aye, listen, man!

[Stylez P]
Are you fuckin’ serious, like, yo!?
We just got off fuckin’ tour!

Jadakiss
We just got on tour!
We just got off tour, dick head!
Didn’t you hear Money Making Mitch, ass hole?

[Stylez P]
Yo, use a dumb, bitch
Ay, yo! Get the fuck outta here

[Jadakiss]
Where the fuck you been the last sixty days, you stupid bitch!

[Stylez P]
What the fuck, yo!?

[Interviewer 2]
I saw 50 the other day and he said y’all were still cool
Is that true? I mean, what do you, what do you have to say? Do you have any comments about that?

[Jadakiss]
Man, he on the tenth series of Power
That shit was a little bit after the Fresh Fest
What’s wrong with you, lady?

[Interviewer 2]
One more question! One more question!
Is it true? Is it true? Is one of y’all fuckin’ Amber?
Which one? Who?

[Sheek]
Listen, man
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ no Amber
Listen, baby
After this, me and you gone fuck
You cool?

[Interviewer 2]
Okay, okay, okay

[Sheek]
Okay, baby

[Interviewer 2]
Okay, one more question, guys
This is serious, please
Do you guys.. I.. you gotta tell me
Do you guys get really really high?
Do you guys do percs, lean, third party drugs

[Jadakiss]
Definitely!

[Sheek]
You outta pocket

[Jadakiss]
Third party?

[Interviewer 2]
Are you guys apart of the illuminate?
Everybody wants to know
These are things people want to know
Come on

[Jadakiss]
Bitch, is you crazy?

[Stylez P]
Ay, yo, get the fuck outta here, you stupid ass bitch!

[Sheek]
Oh my god, man

[Interviewer 3]
Hold up, bitch!
It’s my turn

[Sheek]
Him over there
Next question

[Interviewer 3]
Now, Sheek, where were you at?
Jenny From the Block
All of these hit songs
We need to know, where was you at?

[Sheek]
Listen, I told you I ain’t have no plans on getting on nothing else
Stylez and Kiss was killing shit out there, man
But, yo, straight up, I’ll fuck you up, though
Yo, yo, you hear me?

[Interviewer 3]
Right, right, right right right
Right right right
Aight, alright

[Sheek]
Real talk, nigga

[Interviewer 1]
Y’all from Yonkers, right?

[Jadakiss]
Duh!

[Interviewer 1]
How was it growing up with DMX?

[Jadakiss]
How was it growing up with your mother?

[Interviewer 1]
Did y’all like Mary in that Hillary commercial
I didn’t like that shit

[Stylez P]
You better chill before you get fucked up

[Jadakiss]
Word

[Sheek]
Kristy, keep this shoot moving, man

[Interviewer 1]
I fucked up
I know
That’s on me
I fucked up at the end

[The Lox]
Next question! Next question! Next question!

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Lyrics

Sage The Gemini – Do Not Disturb lyrics

[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 1]
Hop out the coupe like a bird, scratching my rims on the curb
They be like, “Hey, what’s the word?”
I’m like, the bird is the word
I look like I’m the one serving, serving the fields with a purpose
My [?] looking like [?], I’mma hurt ’em
Wait, I am still [?] like Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Slim Thugger
DMX, yeah, all my dogs, they are all for more [?]
We ’bout 4 Gs, jeans like 4 Gs
My car got Wi-Fi, I don’t need 4Gs
She say she want me, ay, I say she full of shit
She really want my green, but I only carry blue strips
Pull up to the front, you all know you gon’ learn
Niggas know it’s my turn
This how they flock on me, specially watching me
[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 2]
I hop out the coupe, you complain I do the money dance
All I wanna do is put the cash in the rubber band
If I spend this shit, gon’ put it in my other hand
In my other hand, yeah
Got a lot of commas, my posse ’round us
They gon’ shoot ’til they last number
With 30 rounds, they just tryna round up
Money didn’t change us, we just counted louder
I used to make seven bucks an hour
Me and bad bitches didn’t get along
Now I ride around, heater stay on
I know it’s summertime but my chains cold
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Now you know I’m on, now you know I’m on
I thought you heard, my phone on Do Not Disturb
Watch me

[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Outro]
Hop out the couple like a bird