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jay-z, ja rule & dmx - clue??? 4 pres. freestyle lyrics

[intro: jay_z]
y’all n_ggas is dead! dead, f_ck is wrong with y’all n_ggas
f_ck think’s gon’ happen if you think some of the illest street n_ggas
some of the illest rap n_ggas put ’em all together
it’s murda!

[verse 1: jay_z & ja rule]
motherf_ckers wanna k!ll me, but don’t got the heart
to look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
’cause whether you’re for or against this
when i spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes, everybody knows
the weapons i possess? they not for show
and you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
see, once i flash, motherf_ckers better do the one_shot dash or be one shot ass
j to the a_y to the—
drive by to your hood, screaming “bye_bye” to you

[verse 2: ja rule & dmx]
sh_t, i hope y’all n_ggas know to lay low now
’cause thou shall perish if you don’t bow down
’cause i hit ’em on sight; it’s dark—dim the lights
you shot twice, god bless, to this, the night
that a lot of n_ggas fear the coming of their life
and you dead right, be in h_ll looking for ice
f_cking with ja, y’all b_tch n_ggas talking sh_t
all on my d_ck, y’all broke n_ggas making me rich
you gon’ blaze me ’cause you high ripped off the henny rock
flow semi_hot—handling me, you’re not
check my forte—not even on a bad day you beat this
rather beat your d_ck or your b_tch
my flow be the sick sh_t, gravely ill, n_ggas dying
’cause they know i spit like iron
nothing but sparks flying, leaving holes in mics
h_ll and night, go together like heaven and light
n_ggas ain’t seeing my plight

[verse 3: dmx]
i’m a cruddy n_gga, going up raw_dog in dirty b_tches
and if i get burned, i’m giving that sh_t to thirty b_tches
you say you know a n_gga like me—guess again, papi
i might smile up in your face, but i ain’t your friend, papi
jump out the fifteen hundred, like, “run it!”
n_ggas don’t want it—get it, done it, when i’m blunted
however it went down, i made it happen, i made it scr_ppin’
i made it fussing, busting, i made it capping
and letting off wasn’t nothing new to a n_gga
something to do to a n_gga, ’cause you’s a fool, n_gga
i know your type—you hype, all up off that fake sh_t
you can’t understand why a man would have to take sh_t
or steal sh_t, but this is that real sh_t, n_ggas k!ll sh_t, peel sh_t
i hit you in your head—you won’t feel sh_t!
rrrr! let the dogs loose on a n_ggas ass
find out if the n_ggas faster than the trigger blast
a f_cking snake in the truest form
knowing d_mn well that what i do is wrong, but still, i do it strong
n_ggas is making movies, so i gots to stop production
i need a block to function, and maybe i’ll stop destructing
the blocks is not for fronting, so let me get that, shorty
’cause you don’t need that shorty—you don’t know what to do with that shorty
you might as well hit this forty before you hit the floor
another 24—what you want? money? more?
[outro: dmx]
uh! darkman dmx
ruff ryders def jam
we all here baby
irv gotti clue
??? y_o
what the f_ck n_gga, grr!
drag_on baby
grr, grr, grr!

- jay z ja rule dmx

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