(DMX)

Niggas is puss, keep on running from the werewolf

Howling at the moon on the roof (Uh-oh)

Ooh, ah, no, get 'em

Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him

Give me the bat, let me split him

I'll have 'em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him (Come on)

Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back

Tried to strike back, left him like that

Laying up with the white hat

Getting right back at ya when I snatch ya

Up out the grave, nothin' but bones and ashes (Get 'em)

Hittin' niggas with gashes to the head

Straight to the white meat, but the street stay red

Bitches gon' give me head for free 'cause they see (Uh-huh)

Who I'ma be by like 2003 (Uh-huh)

That nigga D took it there, he thought it was a joke

He ran through like twenty G's, thought that I was broke (What?)

Stupid, that's what you get for thinking

And eventually found that's what you get for stinking (Uh-huh)

Blowing up the spot when you rot (Uh)

Plus, if it gets hot, they know you dead for four square blocks (Come on)

Hit 'em with the ox to the grill

Ooh, ah, kill, nigga, kill

Yet and still, you don't know I'ma rob 'em

That nigga DMX is a motherfuckin' problem, aight?