Artist: DMX f/ Jadakiss, Styles P. Album: Year of the Dog... Again Song: It's Personal Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [DMX] We all got guns, we all got dogs We all gon' make that trip to the morgue We all find it harder to see through the fog We all know the difference between right and wrong We should all live life by one fact Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back I seen cats go out like suckers I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad motherfuckers" I see fake niggaz and the games they play Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing It's that craft for me, the half of me Let through niggaz in the door after me Yo, somebody stop me; please, somebody come and get me If I go, I'm taking niggaz with me! [Hook: Styles P.] - repeat 2X Dog nigga, Ghost nigga Hop the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz [Styles P.] (Dog nigga, what up!) Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant You get a chance, poppin, informing All I need is a glock and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball And then slide the fuck out in the top of the morning If you hear me cockin it on 'em, I'm poppin it on 'em I don't fuck around nigga, better stop it and mourn 'em And who the fuck asked you to rhyme? I'm the Ghost, when I come around, they throwing up the hazardous sign And you ain't around chemicals, just around generals Who spend, passing they time, blasting they nine Rather die with my man then the five for ya livewire Spend half of ya time, smashing ya spine Other half we getting money and more money You think about cars, I got "goin to war" money That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, money And if anybody slip, they getting sent to the morgue, money [Hook w/ Jadakiss adlibs] - repeat 2X [Jadakiss] It's like lately I've been feeling so weak at the knees And speaking to niggaz is just like speaking to thieves So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em Guess already? Then meet 'em I'm fair game, but I'm ready to cheat 'em The streets ain't right now, the Colgate White is light brown These niggaz ain't nice, they nice clowns That's why I'ma start layin them right down And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've been hazed up 'Cause you can see the makeup spots on 'em This is way beyond ya Avion The Golden King, more like Polo Spring And what makes it even worse, aiyyo it's that it's personal Maybe even ya Earth can go I'll make it where they can never find the bitch Right outta the bar, with all kind of shit [Hook] - repeat 2X [Outro: Styles P.] Yeah, y'all niggaz can get caught up in the hype if you want Bodies drop over here, this is not a game man You wanna get caught up in the hype again? Then you can fall in the hype again This is a movement, Double R, nigga you know what's up And if you don't, you gon' get to know what's up Yeah, we ain't playin wit' y'all niggaz this year '06, '07, and on, nigga what's up? Pop off! You know how I work!