This is what you're tellin' me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me?
That this is it? Okay (grr)

How many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled
Since you ain't got nothin' else to do but get killed
Been a fiend every since I found out how a slaughter taste
Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face
'Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on
Collect my dough, make the fuckin' hit and I'm gone
I ain't never gots to worry about the aim
Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain
Blow, one mo' time for good luck, for what
He was already dead, what the fuck
I be, breakin' my shit up off in a nigga
When I don't see, nothin' but soft in a nigga
Fuckin' coward, I wonder how it, feels
To have to look at your moms, squeal, after I hit her with the steel
Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up
Believe whoever I hit up, will never get up
Tell me, how it's goin' down nigga
If I'm bein' a fuckin' clown nigga (yeah)
Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat
That'll make any nigga, become a meal for the fuckin' rats
There won't be nothin' left of money but a soup bone
Big motherfuckin' DMX from the group home

Niggas don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggas lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Niggas don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggas lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself
I was gonna make it happen, that's the way I felt
You know Philly never scared, play the cards we dealt
Doin' it my way, you bitches strugglin' for help
I hear your rumors and your so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like this, y'all bring it out
To tell the truth it excites me, I scream it out
Sick wit' it, ain't a bitch that can get wit' it
Admit it, I'm that bitch you can't live wit' it
And I'm a keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at ya neck, I'm hearin' them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm 'bout mine
Now I'm done wit'chu, fuck out my face, wastin' my time

Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Ay yo
I got a wet haze, coke, and a p-blow block
But y'all still missin' the point like a free throw shot
Get it? This ain't somethin' you learn, this is somethin' you earn
Turn it up and give me somethin' to burn
That boy 'kiss is a hell of a man
Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a hell of a plan
'Cause most dudes left the hood broke
A couple knew what they was doin', so they came back like good coke
Down south they'll tell you 'kiss is good folk (that's right)
Up north I hit my niggas off with good smoke
Out west they ridin' with me, now I'm back hard
I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard
Hated by many, confronted by none
I trust two guys, one's God, and one is my gun
Jada is the nice guy, 'kiss is the monster
D-Block and double R is my sponsor

Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Fuckin' cowards

Niggas can't be fuckin' serious, y'all niggas pussy
Niggas pussy, y'all don't like it? Bring it, bitch
Just a lil' somethin' man, to let y'all know
To niggas know man, matter of fact
Matter of fact y'all niggas, excuse my back man
Straight up y'all niggas, pardon my back
I ain't got no rap for no sucka-ass niggas
Five time motherfuckin' champ
Five times, bitch, touch that, then holla back
Motherfucker

A nigga done had this rap shit
I'm out

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Edwin Serrano, Eve Jeffers, Franklin Crum, Jason Phillips