Ruff Ryders! You know!

(Here we go again, baby)
Here we go again, fucking right
Dark Man X, baby, dog for life, for life, for life

When I say D-M, y'all say X
D-M (X!), D-M (X!)
When I say D-M, y'all say X
D-M (X!), D-M (X!)
When I say D-M, y'all say X
D-M (X!), D-M (X!)
When I say D-M, y'all say X
D-M (X!), D-M (X!)

I don't fuck with what you sayin', 'cause your rap speaks
I'll take the back streets and y'all can run a track meet
The full length of my rap sheets, see that be
The flow that's crushin' them on the L
Jumpin' on they fuckin' shit, bustin' them 'til they swell
Then tell ya mother next time she see her son is never
And I'd be on your dick if my name was "No Pussy Ever"
Like the Hulk but they can't fix me
Doom-doom-doom-doom-doom, slide like Bill Bixby
This shit be havin' you niggas in the emergency
Undergoin' surgery wantin' to murder me
When you go, you know you heard of me
And your last thought is what you did
Wasn't worth your life, that's what your ass bought
Caught up in some shit and I had to let you feel the steel
They found his faggot ass slumped over the steerin' wheel
You still feelin' real? Nah, nigga, you lookin' tired
Go on and sleep, baby, 'cause your shit has just expired

When I say D-M, y'all say X
D-M (X!), D-M (X!)
When I say D-M, y'all say X
D-M (X!), D-M (X!)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Damon Blackmon, Earl Simmons