[DMX - dialogue]I ain't goin back to jailNext 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 thoughYou 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 bloodbathtake your first step down a thug pathAin'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 unstoppableThird 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 meJust keep the heat closely and ride for meCause 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 fortPolice line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpsein the loft with the head cut off, and butt nakedHomicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder record,the Grand Finale[Nas]Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boringFriday night, getting bent, lick a poemMy dawg, not even home a month yet,and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpinLil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home catEverybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gatsFiend 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 casesSlugs shootin past for the love of drug paperQueens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealersAnd God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel usMay the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realestThe 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 riseTook 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 streetsIt's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meatAnd got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teethWe slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the streethuh[Ja Rule Chorus: (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]Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seemPinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dreamNiggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob emNiggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problemI'm just a nigga that's misunderstoodBut word to God I turn your last name to UnderwoodCause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's meWhat type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's DThe dawg come and getcha outsideThe more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosedGun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss youHit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss youDrama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEEDHow MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killerAnd all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realerNow 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 hardYou either the last one standing, or the last one to fall[Chorus]