Bring Your Whole Crew Lyrics by DMX

Bring Your Whole Crew Lyrics

    Uhh!
    Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
    Come on, uhh, uhhh huhhh
    But they don't hear me though
    Uhh, but they don't hear me though,
    Uhh, but they don't but they don't...

    I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
    I got blood on my dick cuz i fucked a corpse
    I'm a nasty nigga when u pass me nigga look me in my eyes
    Tell me to my fuckin face that u ready to die
    U be a dead mutha fucka red mutha fucka
    Don't be stupid you heard what i said mutha fucka
    Who shot u ohhh nigga like u don't know
    Stickin you for your doe while i'm fuckin your broke ho
    Yo don't u get the picture niggaz can't touch me
    Cuz i don't give a fuck g i'll get u touched b
    I got choice ripple my slug'll take apart a door
    And enuf crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
    So what u want nigga help me is about your best
    When i'm finished red cross couldn't clean up the mess
    And a vest will do nothin but make u look a little thicker
    Cuz in the dark u ain't nothin but a lil nigga
    But if you've been thinkin about that shit u did
    You wouldn't have brought the joint wit u kid
    Now i might have to get u kid and split your wig wit a machedi
    I bring beef to niggaz and string them out like spaghetti
    U ain't ready lord can u stand how i'm bringin it
    I'm givin it is how i'm livin it so i'm swingin it
    Red dot on your head cuz you's in mid range
    Red dot on your chest opens up your rib cage

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    I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
    It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole thru (x 4)

    Now if your heart wuz as big as your mouth you'd be real
    But it's not so i know if u get knocked you'll squeal
    Like a bitch cuz u iz a bitch and always been a bitch
    And u know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch
    For somethin in a bitch nigga do u know nigga do u owe me
    Figure you could blow me well i'ma let this trigga feel u homey
    That niggaz got to be smokin somethin thinkin u chokin somethin
    Fuckin around wit me you'll be a broken somethin
    I'm out for blood wit the crypts at war
    How much shit could u talk wit your lips on the floor
    Pussy niggaz make me itch so i scratch you's a bitch
    So i snatch up your face fake ass bitch so i scratch u
    Yeah.. there was a time when i would have jumped up and choked this nigga
    But now i'm on some shit like.. yo.. smoke this nigga
    I'm bout to find out how much guts u got before i spill em
    Somebody come and get this mutha fucka before i kill em
    Ahhh!.. fresh out the asylum i'm wylin
    Yall niggaz know the phone number for help u best ta dial them
    9-1-1 emergency the urgency
    We'll have witnesses seein what the surgeon see
    How far u gonna get wit your dome split fool
    Or catch your man strippin cuz he think his shape cool
    But it ain't so i paint the walls wit his blood
    Another dick in the mud
    Nigga what!

    Chorus

    Ahh you u know who this is for, they let the doggs in the door (x 2)

    Chorus

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