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clue??? 4 pres. freestyle - jay-z, ja rule & dmx lyrics

[intro: jay*z]
y’all n*ggas is dead! dead, f*ck is wrong with y’all n*ggas
f*ck think’s gon’ happen if you think some of the illest street n*ggas
some of the illest rap n*ggas put ’em all together
it’s murda!

[verse 1: jay*z & ja rule]
motherf*ckers wanna k!ll me, but don’t got the heart
to look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
’cause whether you’re 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, motherf*ckers better do the one*shot dash or be one shot ass
j to the a*y to the—
drive by to your hood, screaming “bye*bye” to you

[verse 2: ja rule & dmx]
sh*t, i hope y’all n*ggas know to lay low now
’cause thou shall perish if you don’t bow down
’cause i hit ’em on sight; it’s dark—dim the lights
you shot twice, god bless, to this, the night
that a lot of n*ggas fear the coming of their life
and you dead right, be in h*ll looking for ice
f*cking with ja, y’all b*tch n*ggas talking sh*t
all on my d*ck, y’all broke n*ggas making me rich
you gon’ blaze me ’cause you high ripped off the henny rock
flow semi*hot—handling me, you’re not
check my forte—not even on a bad day you beat this
rather beat your d*ck 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 sparks flying, leaving holes in mics
h*ll and night, go together like heaven and light
n*ggas ain’t seeing my plight

[verse 3: dmx]
i’m a cruddy n*gga, going up raw*dog in dirty b*tches
and if i get burned, i’m giving that sh*t to thirty b*tches
you say you know a n*gga like me—guess again, papi
i might smile up in your face, but i ain’t your friend, papi
jump out the fifteen hundred, like, “run it!”
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 scr*ppin’
i made it fussing, busting, i made it capping
and letting off wasn’t nothing new to a n*gga
something to do to a n*gga, ’cause you’s 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 sh*t, n*ggas k!ll sh*t, peel sh*t
i hit you in your head—you won’t feel sh*t!
rrrr! let the dogs loose on a n*ggas ass
find out if the n*ggas faster than the trigger blast
a f*cking snake in the truest form
knowing d*mn 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 destructing
the blocks is not for fronting, 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 forty before you hit the floor
another 24—what you want? money? more?
[outro: dmx]
uh! darkman dmx
ruff ryders def jam
we all here baby
irv gotti clue
??? y*o
what the f*ck n*gga, grr!
drag*on baby
grr, grr, grr!

- jay z ja rule dmx lyrics

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