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    [DMX - dialogue]
    I ain't goin back to jail
    Next time, the County or the State see me
    it's gonna be in a bag

    UHH! This is it baby!
    End of the road, ha hah!
    When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
    You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
    You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!

    [Method Man]
    Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
    from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
    Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
    out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
    is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
    Ain't no love here, just slugs here
    Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
    for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
    Third eye watchin you, watchin me
    Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
    Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
    Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
    Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
    from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
    to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
    for deceased peers, holdin fort
    Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
    in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
    Homicide the crime Method, add another
    killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

    [Lennox speaking - movie dialogue]
    Who wan' test me, c'mon!
    Me shot pussy-hole fi fun

    [Nas Escobar]
    Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
    Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
    My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
    in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
    Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
    Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
    Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see
    shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
    Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
    Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
    Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
    And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
    May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
    The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us
    but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
    to get revenge, and we ride to the end
    Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
    Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
    and only five in, the Belly of the beast
    Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
    It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
    And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
    We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
    Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

    Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat 2X)

    When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
    My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
    Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
    Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)

    [DMX and Lakid {dialogue}]
    There's mad money out here dawg
    Mad money out here
    What you tryin to get it? (Word up)
    You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
    I hear you I hear you

    Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
    Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
    Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
    Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
    I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
    But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
    Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
    What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
    The dawg come and getcha outside
    The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
    Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
    Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
    Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
    Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
    How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
    And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
    Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
    one more nine, c'mon cry nigga
    It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
    You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall

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