DMX

DMX - What Yall Want lyrics

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Ugh  ugh  ugh  ugh  ugh ugh
 What y'all niggas want  huh?
 ugh  ugh  ugh

 Lubia huh? Papi screamin out of they mouth
 Bomb shell just a second
 Mami wanna speak out
 What I need in my life
 Make ya body freak out
 Baby seem like the type
 Married niggaz sneak out
 Like I'm ballin y'all
 Yes I be appallin ya'll
 Boss type hold it down
 Wantin all of y'all
 Callin y'all never chasin me down
 Three weeks, heartbroken
 Yes you hatin me now
 She speaks soft spoken
 Till she datin the clown
 I'm takin em down
 Reel em in and makin em drown
 Mistake
 I said gimme that, but I'm takin it now
 What I need from a nigga
 Negative in his sound
 Or dasity even askin me
 For ass, I laugh
 This bitch is fast and free
 Swatin em off
 When I see this niggas a flea
 Plotin of cost for riches
 Millionaire wannabe, uh huh

 CHORUS: [nokio]
 What y'all niggas want? [what we want, wha?]
 Can't touch [uh]
 All y'all niggaz need [what we need in our life?]
 Is right here with me [uh]
 Sounds y'all wanna hear [who da, who dat?]
 Swizz beats [uh]
 I'm the one you fear [why?]
 It's my time, feel me

 Popular since I started my life
 Eve you know my name
 Probably the dangerous type
 Brick house stallion
 Think you taming me right?
 Not this baby val Philly streets
 They raisin her right
 Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a LADY!
 Need boots pocket books and a baby 380!
 But prefer to keep it
 Calm and cool
 When I'm heated I suggest you move
 Just avoid a bad situation
 What you got to prove?
 Leave her be
 Chicken squakin hatin frequently
 Manic Man is obsessed
 And Stalkin me


 If he
 Icy enough, I'm pricin his stuff
 Be nicy enough
 To let him spin, I'm callin ya bluff
 Puttin it down
 Ruff Ryders puttin they work
 Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt
 Makin em hurt
 Haters steady dishin up dirt
 Changin the game, settin the rules
 Makin it work, uh

 CHORUS

 Leavin em scared
 Mami takin all of this here
 All of this fame I'm hungry
 Hope you cats is prepared
 Niggas, set me up
 And Imma take it and run
 Think its a game
 Just check out how my format is done
 Stalkin ya shine
 And I do it to perfection
 Made a promise everytime I touch the mic
 To bless em
 Used to tease me how I keep is greezy
 Just to test em
 Eve handcuff niggas but I don't arrest em
 Shorty bang
 Hear the niggaz sayin
 Shout my name
 Make the thugish niggas scream
 Watchin me entertain
 Dicks brick when I like the lips
 Just keepin it plain
 Fantasizin about this bitch
 Got em goin insaine
 Oooh's and ahhh's
 5'7" thick in the thighs
 Every thugs dream wife
 See the love in they eyes
 My time to shine
 Whole package make her a dime
 Want some more?
 It ain't over, just keep pressin rewind, uh

 CHORUS

 NOKIO:
 uh, 99, like 2000
 Ruff Ryders
 Dru Hill
 Swizz beats
 Eve
 Comin for that ass
 Uh
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Language: English

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