DMX - Bring Your Whole Crew Lyrics

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Hey! c'mon!
But they don't hear me though
But they don't hear me though,
But they don't, they don't, they don't, they don't

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
And got blood on my **** cause I ****ed a corpse (c'mon!)
I'm a nasty *****, when you pass me ***** look me in my eyes (what!)
Tell me to my ****ing face that you ready to die (c'mon!)
You be a dead ************, red ************
Don't be stupid, you heard what I said ************
Who shot you? aww *****, like you don't know (woo!)
Sticking you for yo' dough while I'm ****ing yo' broke ho (what!)
Yo! don't you get the picture? *****s can't touch me (uhh!)
Cause I don't give a **** g, I'll get you touched b
I got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door
And enough crazy *****s behind me to start a war (c'mon!)
So what you want *****? help, cause youse about to rest (uh!)
When I'm fed, red cross couldn't clean up the mess
And a vest will do nothing but make you look a little thicker (yea!)
Cause in the dark, you ain't nothing but a lil' ***** (what!)
And if you'd been thinking about that **** you did
You wouldn'ta brought the joint, wit you kid,
Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, wit the machete (what!)
I bring beef to *****s, and string em out, like spaghetti (c'mon!)
You ain't ready, nor can you stand how I'm bringin it (uh!)
I'm givin it is how I'm livin it so I'm swingin it (uh!)
Red dot on your head, cause youse in mid range
Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage

[Chorus: x4]
I just love when a ***** bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you'd be real
But it's not, so I know if you get knocked, you'll squeal
Like a *****, cause you is a ***** and always been a ***** (oh, oh, ohh!)
And you know how *****s do a ***** we run up in a ***** (ohh!)
Put something in a *****, ***** do you know me, ***** do you owe me? (uh-huh)
Figured you could blow me? well I'ma let this trigger fill you homey
Y'all *****s gots to be smoking something thinking you chokin somethin (uhhh)
****ing around wit me you'll be a broken something (woo!)
I'm out for 'blood' with the 'crips' at war
How much **** could you talk wit your lips on the floor?
***** *****s make me itch, so I scratch, youse a ***** (uh, uh, uhh)
So I snatch up your face, fake-*** pencil I scratch you (uhh, uhh, c'mon!)
Yeah there was a time, when I would of jumped up and choked this *****
(but now!) but now I'm on some **** like, "yo, smoke this *****!" (uh-huh!)
I'm bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill em
Somebody come and get this ************ before I kill him (please!)
Fresh out the asylum, I'm whyling
Y'all *****s know the phone numbers for help you best to dial em (ay!)
Nine-one-one, emergency, the urgency
Will have witnesses seeing what the surgeon see (woo!)
How far you gon' get, wit your dome split fool!
I catch your man slipping cause he think his **** cool; (c'mon)
But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood (uh, uh, uh)
Another **** in the mud, ***** what!!


Hey yo you know who this is for
They let the dogs in the door (c'mon c'mon, yeah)
Hey yo you know who this is for.. (c'mon)
They let the dogs in the door (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: x2]

I just love

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 My Niggas (skit)
  • 2 Bring Your Whole Crew
  • 3 Pac Man (skit)
  • 4 Ain’t No Way
  • 5 We Don’t Give a Fuck
  • 6 Keep Your Shit the Hardest
  • 7 Coming From
  • 8 It’s All Good
  • 9 The Omen
  • 10 Slippin’
  • 11 No Love 4 Me
  • 12 Dogs for Life
  • 13 Blackout
  • 14 Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
  • 15 Heat
  • 16 Ready to Meet Him

  • Album Information
    label: Def Jam Recordings
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 731453864023
    script: Latin