Zzz 8 by TheNeXTGUI Lyrics
[Chorus: Sheek Louch & DMX]
Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas want the real (Get at me, dog)
What, yeah, yeah, come on (What the deal?)
[Verse 3: DMX]
One in the back left your faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathin', but you dead from the waist-down
The fuck is on your mind? Talkin' that shit that you be talkin'
And I bet you wish you never got hit 'cause you'd be walkin'
But shit happens and fuck it, you done did your dirt
Niggas is wonderin' how the fuck you hid your skirt
Right under their eyes like a surprise to the guys
That one of their mans was a bitch in disguisе
I'm fuckin' with cats that order more hits and slaughter morе kids
Let me holla at you, youngin', Baltimore shit (Oh)
Nah'mean? I'm just robbin' to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin' the street
When we starvin', we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the street; whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk about him not bein' on 11-33 to New York
Transformin'-ass niggas'll get it quick
And yo, for real, that nigga K can suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these niggas in the rap game to barely move me
'Cause when I blow shit up, I have niggas fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Ah! You know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggas, it's like, "Protected by Viper, stand back"
What's this? I thought you niggas was killers, demented
The fuck you want me to do with this coward?
Finish him, it's ended
Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas want the real (Get at me, dog)
What, yeah, yeah, come on (What the deal?)
[Verse 3: DMX]
One in the back left your faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathin', but you dead from the waist-down
The fuck is on your mind? Talkin' that shit that you be talkin'
And I bet you wish you never got hit 'cause you'd be walkin'
But shit happens and fuck it, you done did your dirt
Niggas is wonderin' how the fuck you hid your skirt
Right under their eyes like a surprise to the guys
That one of their mans was a bitch in disguisе
I'm fuckin' with cats that order more hits and slaughter morе kids
Let me holla at you, youngin', Baltimore shit (Oh)
Nah'mean? I'm just robbin' to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin' the street
When we starvin', we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the street; whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk about him not bein' on 11-33 to New York
Transformin'-ass niggas'll get it quick
And yo, for real, that nigga K can suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these niggas in the rap game to barely move me
'Cause when I blow shit up, I have niggas fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Ah! You know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggas, it's like, "Protected by Viper, stand back"
What's this? I thought you niggas was killers, demented
The fuck you want me to do with this coward?
Finish him, it's ended