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[Intro: DMX] Uh, this that shit right here Grrrrr... WOO!! Yo, aiyyo It about the culmination (ABOUT TO GO DOWN!) It's about, it's about, it's about [DMX] Bark if you want nigga I gots to let you know, I got them things that'll get you gone nigga When it's on nigga, we call it backfire We air niggaz out, it's like a flat tire We some grown men, on some grown shit On some "you best leave me the fuck alone" shit We get it on quick, you know what type of shit this is But we ain't gettin drunk cause we don't need no witnesses FUCK YOU to the judge, FUCK YOU to the police Fuck the snitch in his fuckin ass, with no grease We don't want no peace, war 'til we die And we gon' get it in 'til we fall or we fly [Chorus 2X: DMX] Get your money up! (What!) Get your paper right! (Yeah!) Get your money up! (What!) Get your paper right! (Yeah!) Get your money up! (What!) Get your paper right! (Yeah!) And watch a nigga do his thing for real, AIGHT? [DMX] Back on the grind, back on the clock Comin back for mine, back on the block The kid is, back with the Glock to stick niggaz up Hear that meat wagon, come pick niggaz up What nigga, WHAT? You keep a dick in yo' mouth I'm from New York, but I'm STILL the shit in the South Muh'fuckers don't wan' know about the Dog And I ain't got no friend for, all of y'all Look, shit now here gon' change nigga, for real! Red dot on yo' brain nigga, for real! I ain't got time for the bullshit Y'all niggaz is mutts, I'm a full Pit on my way to the pulpit