[Intro]

But they don't hear me though (uh huh)

Niggas don't hear me though 2x

(Verse 1: DMX)

Niggas wanna shout, I'ma make noise

Niggas run they mouth, I'm a break jaws

Niggas coming out, I'm a take yours

School Street, home of the brave nigga, we make wars

Stuck in the cage, where do we turn

Niggas spending time on the streets, where do we learn?

Who gonna be there to teach em, reach em when they in trouble

Bark up at your dog, cause we all up in the struggle

The change in collars is coming with brains and scholars

We gonna get it on baby, until it rains in dollars

Rotweilers ain't got nothing on the Pits

Putting on the rips, why y'all niggas frontin on the grits

We can all eat or we can all sleep

We can pull heat with the full heat or make it all sweet

We all deep, since you best at getting touched, leave it alone

Cause dog, If I wanted you last month, you would've been blown

My nigga T.P. creep with me, frequently

Two deep with me, secretly, evilly

Problem solved, shit resolved, next issue

Baby nine on the ankle, in case the Tecs miss you

Hit you, ready for war, ready for more, you ain't afraid to die

But this pistol in your mouth got you afraid to lie

Buh-bye, see you in Hell until I get there, sit there

I'm a hit there, about when you in your fifth year, shit yeah

(Verse 2: DMX)

I always catch a nigga blind in the fog

Talent of a God, mind of a dog

When it's on it's on, it don't matter

Cause y'all niggas chatter, my niggas splatter

Thought you was badder, well my dogs thought otherwise

Screaming like a bitch oh you thought we was those other guys

Nigga tried to snitch, ran home and told his mother lies

But fucking with this clique is one sure why a brother dies

Who gonna pay respects, when you laying in that box

Playing with The L.O.X, DMX will spray the spot

Think I don't make it hot, I torch when I touch

Let me loose, your arm is coming off when I bust

Dusk back to Dusk, you going out the way you came in

And you must've flipped once the way you was layin

And now your momma prayin, you better off in death than in life

But you in Hell, wishing you had stepped towards the light

Now you know, but it's too late

Niggas don't hear me though, 'til it's too late

All that "I'm sorry, yo I didn't know"

Is a waste of breath when your man is laying up in different clothes

Body full of holes, and I'm a man of my word

Told me he would get it, as he ran from the curb

Think it's a fucking joke, you can get it like he got it

Spot right next to his, same grave, read about it

(Outro: DJ Clue)

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