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up to no good - dmx lyrics

[verse 1]
its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
and everyday i show another how i love the slaughter
ill plug your daughter, full of more holes than sponges
taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
enough kis from the cubans, to build a f*ckin fort
i’m caught up in somethin that i can’t control
tryna get a hold of a bankroll, that’s swole
catching bodies like a cold, and i stay sick, so face it
you make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
waste it, in the f*ckin streets cause it ain’t worth sh*t
the undertaker take your ass under the earth quick
i love money, but the scramblings hot
so i sn*tch up my man and hit gambling spot
twenty grand is got, one n*gga shot, that’s one n*gga less
what used to be his chest is now a mess under his f*ckin vest

[chorus]
i holla at my peeps as i creeps through the hood
aiyyyo, n*ggas is up to no good!
i holla at my peeps as i creeps through the hood
aiyyyo, n*ggas is up to no good!

[verse 2]
i’m fed up with the bullsh*t, so now i’m giving
slugs to other thugs who don’t know how the f*ck i’m livin’
i’m wondering, what the f*ck you eye*in me for
when you know that d for, blowing sh*t up like c4
we walk to new york, i stalk with assailanst
under stress cause atf keeps me under surveillance
i got a lot of hatred up in me and now they wanna send me
to the penitentiary, to knock out a 10 to 20
for the many lives that i’ve destroyed and such
ways that’ll make the days of freddy seem like a touch
is it much asking to be left alone not to be bothered
got b*tches on my d*ck like i’m their baby’s father
bring it back like pearl harbor, blowing up sh*t
a big fat shoutout to all the b*tches that suck d*ck
i must get, my dirt done, before the daylight
make sure my flow stay tight, your f*cking a*right
[chorus]
i holla at my peeps as i creeps through the hood
aiyyyo, n*ggas is up to no good!
i holla at my peeps as i creeps through the hood
aiyyyo, n*ggas is up to no good!

[verse 3]
n*ggas be like “ill” when i wreck, cause i don’t go fair
b*tches be like “man he ain’t even have to go there”
whether i get your ass with the body blows
or hit you with the shotty holes
your f*ckin’ crew is running like a snotty nose
i ain’t a k!ller but i’ll k!ll something
and if a n*gga holding something, i’m a steal something
i’ll peel something back like a n*gga’s cap, leave him stinking
put a hole in his head, and find out what he was thinking
those that don’t know the half
i show the wrath of a savage and do bodily damage
to a motherf*cker’s cabbage
money had a lot of mouth but as soon as he seen me
his b*tchass copped out to a mister*i*didn’t*mean*it
n*ggas fiend it cause they want it, but don’t get it
cause they sweat it, to f*cking hard and let it
take over sh*t, dead it now set it
full breaded like a pit that scratches first, hittin fast
how many motherf*cking times must i put foot up in your ass
[chorus]
i holla at my peeps as i creeps through the hood
aiyyyo, n*ggas is up to no good!
i holla at my peeps as i creeps through the hood
aiyyyo, n*ggas is up to no good!

- dmx lyrics

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