Tekster:
Dmx It S Dark And Hell Is Hot

you go, you know you heard of me And yo' last thought is what you did wasn't worth ya life It's what yo' a*** bought Caught up in some s*** and I had

dog, come on, keep it real Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in '89 Naw, that's my man

line Death is in the air, now know it's mine But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is And all I can think of is what about my kids Shit, they on

yourz and tried to steal sometin' wit it, now feel sometin' hit it, your chest that is, the best that is, is probaly the best that slid, yo stress

and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty Crimey, it's all for the money, is you wit me? Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime And when it's

smell it in the air, I can tell when it's there This is hell an we both here, can you feel it? Tell me yeah I can feel it comin' in the air tonight,

style is New York niggaz the wildest My niggaz is wit' it, you want it? Come and get it Took it then we split it, you fuckin' right, we did it What the

' but they chose not to finish it So I'ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cuz I'ma winner, shit Fuck it yo, let's end this shit, I don't need the plaques And

' down until I eat Mu' fuckers think it's all about impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches Well, I'm testin' bitches game, adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches And