DMX – Where The Hood At Lyrics

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[DMX talking]
Aiyyo, ya niggas must be outcha fucking mind
Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfucking rabbit out the hat
Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfucking sleeves you bitch ass niggas
Fuck is y'all niggas
Y'all niggas just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin?
Oh my God, y'all niggas can't be serious

[Hook: DMX - repeat 2X]
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you go'n pull that

[DMX]
Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be
Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X

Last I heard, y'all niggas was havin sex, with the same sex
I show no love, to homo thugs
Empty out, reload and throw more slugs
How you gonna explain fucking a man?
Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touching ya hand

I don't bunk with chumps, for those who been to jail
That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps

I don't fuck with niggas that think they broads
Only know how to be one way, that's the dog
I know how to get down, know how to bite

Bark very little, but I know how to fight
I know how to chase a cat up in the tree
MAN, I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKING WIT ME, IS YOU CRAZY?!?

[Hook]

[DMX]
Once a song, I come through, guns is drawn
Blam blam, lungs are gone, sons will mourn

From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog
On the street passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue

Don't play with these cats cuz I ain't got nothing to say to these cats
For the mothers that really do love em, please pray for these cats
Cuz I know niggas is hardheaded but I ain't got the patience
Don't want me havin no patience turn into more patients
More trips to ICU cause I see you
Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do

Where my dogs at? (RIGHT HERE) See them niggas? (RIGHT WHERE?!?)
GET EM BOY! (RIGHT THERE) That's how we do... (AIIGHT THEN)

This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs
YO, WHERE WE AT BABY?!? (CREEPIN THROUGH THE FOG)
From then till now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon roll like them niggas and hit every block on the job

[Hook]

[DMX]
I get tapes doing times, stomp niggas like grapes making wine
Five CD's with mad rhymes
Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lying
You really wanna stop niggas from dying? Stop niggas from trying

I cuz I ain't really got that time to waste
And I thought I told you to get these fucking bums out my face
Looking at you in your grill, I might be nice to cut
Once I split ya ass in two, you'll be twice as butt
Yeah, you right, I know ya style: pussy, cause I'm fucking it
Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he sucking it
Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me
Shove ya head up ya ass, have you seein shit clearly
Never heard that D be running, cause D be gunning
I beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me coming

Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind
And if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine


[Hook]

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