(uh) say
my name five times
Turn out the lights (What?) then
I done juked nine lives
Don't get scared now nigga,
finish it 'cause you started it
Watch shit grow out of control,
now you want no part of it (c'mon)
Nigga, where yo' heart at? Tell
me what you made of
Already lost a stripe 'cause I
know what you afraid of
We both know you pussy,
but I ain't gonna say nuttin'
Just hit a nigga off,
and you can stay frontin'
I gotcha back for now,
'til I cased the joint (what?)
Plus, give the Feds a real good
place to point (what?)
We laced the joint,
I ain't gonna front I had my hands full
Glad to be alive, but you like,
that's that bull
But now you know, what you get,
when you fuckin' wit
'Cause you shoulda left alone,
now you stuck in shit
Stuck in shit,
'til that headpiece gets blazed
Screamin this, ah, cease to the grave
Its over, at least for you it is
It don't take the coroner,
to see how true it is
I knew these kid,
but did that stop me from gettin' 'em, screamin'
It was all for the money,
while I'm hittin' and splittin' him down
From his nose to his nuts (what?)
Fire department comin',
put the hose to his guts (what?)
Washed away,
just like dirt when it rains
And now be cause of you,
I hurt when it rains
My real name is Damien and my
girl's name is Carrie
That Poltergeist bitch is hot,
but too young to marry
That nigga Satan be fakin' mad
jacks so I taxed his ass
Every chance I get,
is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?)
Another nigga split, to the white meat,
another nigga
Takin' up room in the morgue under a
white sheet (c'mon)
That's what you get for tryin'
to take it there (uhh)
But with this Desert Eagle
in your mouth
You cryin' 'bout let's make
it fair (uhh)
Sometimes it takes pain to make the
brain a little smarter (uh-huh)
When I think the rain will stop,
it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh)
Part of the game is niggas
wanna become famous
And doin the same shit I do,
remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I want house money,
Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money
I ain't laughin',
but yo it's mad funny (c'mon)
I used to talk about that shit you got
But you ain't never got that shit
when that shit get hot!
Runnin' up in the spot with,
two niggas from Israel
'Cause it is real, you did squeal,
now how you think yo' kids feel?
Knowin' you died a snitch,
I look in yo' and see a bitch
Wasn't surprised to see
a switch (c'mon)
Let's make it quick,
I got a flight at 6 goin' to Pakistan
So let this nigga know, I know he pussy,
I'ma smack his man (uhh)
Fuckin' Willie niggas and silly niggas
I'd rather be eatin' off a plate
With all them Baltimore and Philly
niggas (what?)
'Cause I done took about
as much I can stand
A nigga smilin' in my face like they
my motherfuckin' man
Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse,
'cause there's a curse (what?)
That says, the reward for bein' real,
is the hearse
Before you turn thirty,
cause the dirty shit you did (uhh)
Catches up and get you right
when you thought you slid
It's gettin' dark,
and with the cold to the heart
You realize,
you ain't gonna see your shorty
Old enough to walk, for real
Dmx 
