Lyrics What You Want (Radio Edit) - DMX
Y'all
niggas
is
dead,
dead!
What
the
fuck
is
wrong
with
y'all?
Face
illest
street
niggas,
illest
rap
niggas
It's
murda!
Motha
fuckers
wanna
kill
me
but
don't
got
the
heart
To
look
me
in
the
eyes
with
the
nine
and
spark
Cause
whether
your
for
or
against
this
When
I
spit
with
murderous
intentions,
everybody
goes
everybody
knows
The
weapons
I
possess
they
not
for
show
And
you
put
dresses
on
your
weapons
when
you
walk
out
the
door
See
once
I
flash
mother
fuckers
better
do
the
one
shot
dash
Or
be
one
shot
ass
J
to
the
A-Y
to
the
drive
by
to
your
hood
screamin
bye-bye
to
you
Yo,
shit
I
hope
ya'll
niggas
know
to
lay
low
now
Cause
thou
shall
perish
if
you
don't
bow
down
Cause
I
hit
em
on
sight,
it's
dark
dim
the
lights
You
shot
twice
God
bless
to
this
the
night
That
alot
of
niggas
fear
the
coming
of
their
life
And
you
dead
right
be
in
hell
looking
for
ice
Fuckin
with
Ja
you
bitch
niggas
talking
shit
All
on
my
dick
you
broke
niggas
making
me
rich
You
gonna
blaze
me
cause
you
high
ripped
off
the
henne
rock
Flow
semi-hot
handling
me
your
not
Check
my
forte
not
even
on
a
bad
day
you
beat
this
Rather
beat
your
dick
or
your
bitch
My
flow
be
the
sick
shit,
gravely
ill
Niggas
dying
cause
they
know
I
spit
like
iron,
nothing
but
bark
flyin
Flows
and
mics,
hell
and
night,
go
together
like
heaven
and
light
Niggas
ain't
seein
my
plight
I'm
a
cruddy
nigga,
goin'
up
raw-dog
in
dirty
bitches
And
if
I
get
burnt,
I'm
givin
that
shit
to
thirty
bitches
You
say
you
know
a
nigga
like
me,
guess
again
Poppy
I
might
smile
up
in
your
face
but
I
ain't
your
friend
Poppy
Jump
out
the
fifteen
hundred
like
runnin,
niggas
don't
want
it
Get
it,
Done
it,
when
I'm
blunted
However
it
went
down,
I
made
it
happen,
I
made
it
scrapin'
I
made
it
fussin,
bustin,
I
made
it
cappin
And
lettin
off
wasn't
nothing
new
to
a
nigga
Something
to
do
to
a
nigga,
Cause
you
is
a
fool
nigga
I
know
your
type,
you
hype,
all
up
off
that
fake
shit
You
can't
understand
why
a
man
would
have
to
take
shit
Or
steal
shit,
but
this
is
that
real,
niggas
kill
shit,
peel
shit
I
hit
you
in
your
head
you
won't
feel
shit!
GRRRR...
Let
the
dogs
lose
on
a
niggas
ass
Find
out
if
the
niggas
faster
then
the
trigger's
blast
A
fucking
snake
in
the
truest
form
Knowin'
damn
well
that
what
I
do
is
wrong,
but
still
I
do
it
strong
Niggas
is
making
movies
so
I
gots
to
stop
production
I
need
a
block
to
function
and
maybe
I'll
stop
destructin
These
blocks
are
not
for
frontin',
So
let
me
get
that
shorty
Cause
you
don't
need
that
shorty
You
don't
know
what
to
do
with
that
shorty
You
might
as
well
hit
this
40,
before
you
hit
the
floor
Another
24,
What
you
want,
Money,
More!?!
Uh!
Dark
man!
DMX!
Ruff
Ryders!
Def
Jam!
Album
20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Sisqó
date of release
13-03-2007
1 Got to Get It (Edited)
2 Addicted (Edited)
3 Thong Song - Radio Edit
4 Your Love Is Incredible (Edited)
5 It's All About Me
6 What You Want (Radio Edit)
7 Can I Live - Stargate Radio Edit
8 Dream (Edited)
9 Home Wrecker (Edited)
10 Dance for Me (Edited)
11 Unleash The Dragon - Stargate Radio Edit
12 Incomplete (Edited)
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