We 'Bout to Blow

[DMX]UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!!!!!!Yeah!!{*repeat 3X*}Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on)[Chorus: DMX - repeat 2X]Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!)Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)Man, bitch-ass niggaz just don't know[Verse 1: DMX]I'm just gonna stick to the script cuz you know how that shit goQuick to the flip dog, kitten don't let goGet that shit yo, wrong or right meDog for life and its on tonightY'all niggaz make money, money, moneyMy Niggaz take money, money, moneyBloodline, get down cuz I love mineI can put my life on the line at least one timeCats don't know nothing, but show frontinI'm a pump pump it up like Joe BuddenDark Man, bang your head with the walk manTryna holla at shorty, you still tryna talk manSometimes niggaz is worse than the bitchesSo I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitchesCats don't know who you fucking with'til you fucking with X and you stuck in shit[Chorus][Verse 2: Big Stan]Yo Grease I need this beat, no disrespectI just got some shit I need to get off my chestLook around and I see the rap game is a messSo many chromes, now they getting me vexedUpset and insane in how the game gonna change shitSounding the same, and it's a ma fucking shameWhile lames think they flow so sick, getting excitedYeah they got a sick flow, its called the “Young Hoe Virus”BUT, let me fall back into characterB got so hot, never been an amateurAsk the locals, Boy its Lo-CoNever Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you knowCheck the history, started with the R'sNow I'm running with the line, four time, no mysteryDog, tryna position me to get in the doorBut since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin it off[Chorus][Verse 3: DMX]Dog, gonna be Dog, that's how I get downStep up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down (AIGHT!!!)Clowns ain't even built for the circus, I'm about to pop this nigga(DOG, It ain't worth it)TAHHHH, yeah you right, soon as your man make it dead at nightI'll be there, aight?? (then what??)Everything stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!![Big Stan]None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the groundI came to get down if you came to get downBlow the pound up, niggaz wanna what with usBloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust