Zzz 8 lyrics

[Chorus: Sheek Louch & DMX]
Y'all n*ggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all n*ggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all n*ggas want the real (Get at me, dog)
What, yeah, yeah, come on (What the deal?)

[Verse 3: DMX]
One in the back left your faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathin', but you dead from the waist-down
The f*ck is on your mind? Talkin' that sh*t that you be talkin'
And I bet you wish you never got hit 'cause you'd be walkin'
But sh*t happens and f*ck it, you done did your dirt
n*ggas is wonderin' how the f*ck you hid your skirt
Right under their eyes like a surprise to the guys
That one of their mans was a b*tch in disguisе
I'm f*ckin' with cats that order more hits and slaughter morе kids
Let me holla at you, youngin', Baltimore sh*t (Oh)
Nah'mean? I'm just robbin' to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin' the street
When we starvin', we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the street; whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk about him not bein' on 11-33 to New York
Transformin'-ass n*ggas'll get it quick
And yo, for real, that n*gga K can suck my di*k
And it's gon' take all these n*ggas in the rap game to barely move me
'Cause when I blow sh*t up, I have n*ggas fallin' like white b*tches in a scary movie
Ah! You know I don't know how to act
Get too close to n*ggas, it's like, "Protected by Viper, stand back"
What's this? I thought you n*ggas was killers, demented
The f*ck you want me to do with this coward?
Finish him, it's ended