DMX - Come Thru (featuring Busta Rhymes) Lyrics

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Chorus: Swizz Beatz - 2x

When I Come thru Everything gon' Stop
When I Come thru Everything gon' Stop
When I Come thru Everything gon' Stop
Now move.. move.. move.. move..


X comes thru the hood, like here comes trouble
Year of the dog again, first week double
Low in the rider, east coast n****
Fo' in the rider, street loc n****
Far for jiggie but like biggie b****** call me big poppa
I got a big d*** and I'll pop her
Yea the kid talk shit but the kid don't front
How ever shit go "Give 'Em What They Want"
I ain't signing shit, love my fans
But Cross this line fuck the camera in your hands
Cause it could get real ugly real thick
And you like this n*** will plug me real quick
Motherf**kin' right, I ain't got time for the small talk
One of us has got to go down, we can't all walk
You know this as well as I do
But I promise you, I'm go hide you and no one will find you

Chorus Swizz Beatz

(Busta Rhymes)

Stop nigga, hold up, you know I don't quit
You see I'm back and I'm comin' to smash your shit
And ahhla back with the god and bus-a-bus n****
This time I'm Bringin' the shovel so I can come and dig another grave for all of you bustards what the fuck you think you doin' I'll put a stop to your function and anybody movin'
And then I'll f*** up production and any crew you flew in
You ain't with me, you against me, The loser side you chosen
Anyway, word to ears, you n***** know I ain't finished
I'll F*** up every hood, and I'm back to handle my business
You n***** thinking you though like you ate a can of spinach
In till we mash on you faggots and make you change up your image

Flip mode in this b****, Ruff Ryders is with me
You see we back on the block and yes, we runnin' the city
Now you n***** know the flow less ain't controlin' the committee

Nothing' should be movin' unless my crew in it, you fell me

Chorus Swizz Beatz


If there is money, I want half
N***** is funny to watch, go head laugh
Ain't nothing to smile about
For real, all n***** is wildin' out
N***** who pound you out
We found you out in distance
Leg missin', head missin'
Something like 28 days missin'
And you know how the dessert do a n****
Brake you down quick, residue a n****
Can't stop the flow, n***** stop and go
When ever I drop, a million out the door
Y'all n***** know, X got to be f***ed with
Y'all run around on some dumb shit with a slump dick
F*** a b****, you n***** know I don't mind scrapping
When I see you I see you what ever happens, happens
This ain't just rappin', n***** talk a good one
You know what let that go, see me in the hood son

Chorus Swizz Beatz

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