DMX

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Real Rx [Verse] Walk in this bitch like Bankroll Fresh Money rag on, crack in my drawers Glock same size as Biggie Smalls I was dead broke, had to risk it all Jump the gate when you see the red dogs 5.56 take your head off Run to that money, Sonic Hedgehog Swing the machete, chop a nigga legs off My bitch think she a city girl All day long, all she do is scam EDD and wire fraud, all day long she go on and on I wrapped the deal with Post Malone Sit in the trap, all alone Me, Wokesha and styrofoam Roxanne tripping, left that bitch home My pockets fat, obese and big bonеd 5.56 change your skin tone Remеmber when I had beef with Jerome Pistol on me everyday walking home Don't you ever run up on me wrong One false move, bitch you gone I walk in this bitch like Blueface Slap a bitch for scuffing my shoelace You shaking, can't even shoot straight My jewelry HD and Blu-ray Kick 'em, push 'em like Lupe Why the fuck would I listen to what you say? I feel like Big in Juicy I sip Wock, not D'USSÉ Don't look at me with the Screw face Glick make you look like Two-Face Draco got aim like toothpaste When I'm in the trap, feel like Rob Base I send a pussy nigga on a mission Slap the shit out him if he don't listen I was broke with no pot to piss in Now when I talk, they got to listen You know damn well I ain't politicking I'm trying to sell coke to a politician I seen my brother in front of a mortician That shit dead fucked up my vision Sipping on wock, scratching and itching When I'm all alone, I'm bugging and twitching It's one in the head, if you want you can get it It's thirty more coming when I put the clip in It's a long nose on me, it look like Scotty Pippen I jump in my Audi and then go to drifting Feel like Trick Daddy, I don't do no tricking Serve his ass a dummy brick, I tricked him He was so happy, he ain't know I tricked him Then he came back trying to play the victim Before he even knew what the fuck hit him Before he got out the car, a 5.56 flipped it I don't skateboard or do kickflips I drive the Audi like a stickshift A lil nigga but I got a big glick Hollow points will go through a big bitch Them niggas rap, they never did shit I really rob shit and really hit licks I really cook crack and really flipped it Really was sticked up on a mission Hang out the window, start hitting Hell nah, Pap ain't religious But I pray to God I ain't miss 'em You can get far when you mind your business I learned from Brock, be 'bout your business Don't have too many niggas in your business When the car get too hot, then switch it High as a bitch, I'm getting lifted Bitch this a Dutch, not a Swisher Walk in the trap like it's a stick up Pop a perc and load the stick up Pap on Roxies and the jigga I was in jail doing chin-ups Crunches, push-ups and sit-ups Punch you in your face, pack your shit up Knocked him down, told him "Get up" I'mma stay the same, I don't switch up I'mma pour a deuce and get my dick sucked I'm in a 'Stang going fast as hell Mama said she wished I was back in jail Yellow nigga but the stick black as hell These niggas move funny like Dave Chapelle I'm spinning out in a Chevy Chevelle Widebody kit look like a whale "Put the bag down" like Denzel You a young boy, like Kentrell The bank teller asked me "What's that smell?" I said "Biscotti and Chanel" Adequate, proper and very well These niggas living in fairytales I got more swag than Pharrell I'm deadass bitch, I'm for real