"More To A Song" as written by Earl Simmons and Anthony Fields....
Uhh.. c'mon!

It's more to a song than jewelry and clothes
More to a niggas life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

Niggas walk around fronting talking bout jewels
How much you bust tools y'all niggas sounds like fools
Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost?
How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost

If you flashing it, you must not want it
See I fuck with real niggas that done it
You know what time it is, run it!
Niggas got more important shit to deal with

Talking about some 4 wheel shit
But my man here is about to kill shit
Keep playing niggas pussy, and you will get fucked
Why don't you cop some more ice dog;

Then you will get stuck and fucked
Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street
And see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat

It won't be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife
Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the city life
Ain't a fucking thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair
Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care

[Chorus: x 2]

Born and raised in the projects and can't forget it
And all that grimey shit niggas do, I done did it (uhh)
And I'm still wit it, nigga I stay in the hood
But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood

You keep bringing them fake bitches through
You gon' fuck around and make bitches do
We take bitches too
An if you coming through my block, it's gon' be the last stop
We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box

Big ass rocks, I want that! Fuck the blood
All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?"
Flossing yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit?
Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with
Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do

For me them niggaz will hide you, where nobody willl find you
If you eating motherfucker, then your dogs should be eating too
Not just four or five niggas
Cause you know what the streets will do

[Chorus: x 2]

I will be the voice of the street til I die
Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm going fly
Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then
get it now, cause it's all that's left

And this will be the last breath (uh) provoking my niggas
To start choking y'all niggas (WHAT?) and smoking y'all niggas
A nigga would never have to say, "X feed me!"
You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy!"
Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!"
Get up, cock sucking motherfucker, shut up
Shut up, Fuck you nigga

From the hood to the wood, fuck you nigga
This for my dogs, til death do us part
I'm still here, cause I been here from the start
If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly
The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me

[Chorus: x 2]

[DMX speaking softly]

Jewelry and clothes..
Money and hoes..
Think you know?
I don't think you know..

Lyrics submitted by mike

"More 2 a Song" as written by Anthony Fields Earl Simmons

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT

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