How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak

You cut me down When I'm on my knees I'll still believe, And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found, If you believe in me I'll still believe So I was lost, go count the cost, Before you go to the Holland Road, With your heart like a stone you

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for

I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair My last album, spent 52 weeks there Almost finished with the second, you should be scared Storms coming you should go inside and prepare No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there I brought the whole city

It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault Blame it on me I couldn't breathe Watchin' me bleed You cut me down on my knees No matter what you believe I think we both can agree Almost lost myself, couldn't stop myself, I did it all You can't

Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa Pipe down, throwin' up shots First we

I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

'Cause life is going, going gone Yes I'll find you and cut you down Friends and neighbours, sleepy town If you wake up before the blow Pick your face up Before it's come and come and gone Find yourself a new frontier Fly yourself away from here 'til