DMX Lyrikz


Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
well that's to find meaning in the suffering.


Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get these bags up off my feet so I can tear shit up! *repeat*

I been through mad different phases like Masons to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
doing something more constructive with they time than bids I know because I been there
now I'm in there sit back & look
at what it took for me to get there
First came the "Howll!!" the drama with my mama
she got on some fly shit "What!" til I split
and said that I'ma be that seed
that doesn't need much to succeed
strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
baggin' "Uhh!" when I caught a buzz
for thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
when I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand
Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
to get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
and by all means I will be living high off the hog
and I never gave a "What!!" about much but my dog
That's my only "Howll!" I had offered my last
Just another little "Come on!!" headed nowhere fast


That ain't the half "Arf!" get's worse as I get older
actions become bolder heart got colder
chip on my shoulder that I dared a "Uhh!" to touch
didn't need a click cause I scared a "Uh huh" that
One deep went to for kicks
catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
used to get high to get by used to have to "Howl!!"
in the morning before I get fly
I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some "Arf" now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
didn't keep my hair cut or give a "Come on!" how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
"What!" like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
wanna make records but I'm "Wheeew'd!" up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up


Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
"Howll!" was like damn look how that "how that" got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
sayin' to myself that could've been yo on the TV
believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
it's got to change cause I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
and that means no more getting high drinking forties
So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake "What!" jump back on my "Uhh uh huh!" again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
& much respect to all my "Come on!!" that kept it real
Be strong kept a from doin' wrong
"Uhh" who they is and this is yo "What uhh!" song
and to my boo who stuck with a "Arf!" through
all the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due


can't get up...I gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X RATED!!!!!

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Bloooood!!!!!!
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All my niggas get down like what?
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All my niggas get down like what?

My dogs is dogs with official blood line
I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine
Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets?
Can I atleast go one year with out spittin the heat?
Motherfuckers think it's sweet until you get your chest messed up
Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up
He ain't going no where, no time soon
Remember high noon? The last thing he heard was boom!
Can I get some room or do I have to make me a path?!
Break you in half make, fake niggas make me laugh!
Ya'll niggas is funny, still talking about money
And they ain't got none
Get the shotgun cuz you hungry
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out
One, two, three hold, thats three strikes you out!
His knife was out, I think they found it, still in his head
He in a bag, and I'm over here, killing his man!

~Chorus~ *4x*
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
All my niggas get down like what?

I no longer see the shadow that once kept me strong
And I'm starting to get that same feeling that once kept me wrong
Can't afford to trust niggas, cuz niggas, lust figgas
Plus niggas, scared to bust niggas
What's niggas, doing with the heat?
And they ain't killing nothing but time
Fucking with the streets and you ain't feeling nothing but mine
Tired of hearing niggas rhyming, and don't say shit!
Fuck is on them niggas minds?
Why don't they quit?!
Sucking my dick, looking for something new
Let your man hold something with your hold something crew
You know how niggas do, we don't forget shit

If you was there when it was thin
Then you were there when it was thick!
No hitch hikers, fuck that, the ryde was ruff!
And every nigga that was with us, the die was ruff!
Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't cried enough!
So now you niggas come and get us, we fires em up!

~Chorus~ *4x*

Motherfuckers, thought that the x was stop
But I got niggas like, yo who's the next to drop?
From his camp, if the stamped ran camp is official
Think when you die, then how many is gonna miss you
Lean over in your casket and kiss you
Send you on your way with a blessing
And pray was good enough to learn a lesson
Smith and Wesson ended money's life
Now money's wife is a widdow
(gave it two full blasts?)
Nah dog, just a little
Besides rap, I don't talk but make plenty of moves
I'll murder and tell you fools
Before your men and them choose
And either, one of you lose
And not, let all you win
Even if it means I gotta shed, blood again
Keep the bank account, doublin
But don't hate me
Really thought that what you said would either
make me or break me
Know it and don't take me
Knowing it right!
Matter of fact, I think I dropped another, soul tonight!

~Chorus~ *4x*