[intro: "there's nothin you can do" repeated in background]
get em boy! get em boy!
get em boy! get em boy! boyyyyyyyyy!
chorus X2: Swizz Beatz
X is comin for ya, can't do nothin for ya
cuz X is comin for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
look in the mirror (uh), say my name five times
turn out the lights (what?), and i done took nine lives
don't get scared now, nigga, finish it cuz you started it (uh huh)
watch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon)
nigga, where yo' heart at? tell me what you made of
already lost a stripe cuz i know what you afraid of
we both know you pussy, but i ain't gonna say nuttin
just hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uh)
i gotcha back for now, till i cased the joint (what?)
plus, give the feds a real good place to point (what?)
you laced the joint, i ain't gonna front, i had my hands full
glad to be alive, but you like, that's that bull (grrr)
but now you know, what you get, when you fuckin wit
cuz you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit
duckin shit, till that headpiece gets blazed
screamin this, "ah!", cease to the grave
it's over, at least for you it is
it don't take the coroner, to see how true it is
i knew these kids, but did that stop me from gettin em
screamin, "it was all for the money!" while i'm hittin him
splittin him down, from his nose to his nuts (what?)
fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?)
washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh)
and now b-cuz of you, i hurt when it rains (grrr)
chorus
my real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie an'
that Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry an'
that nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so i taxed his ass
every chance (uh) i get (uh), is just another hit (uh, what?)
another nigga split, there go white meat
another nigga takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet (c'mon)
that's what you get for tryin to take it there (uh)
but with this Desert Eagle in your mouth, you cryin bout let's make it fair (uh)
sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh)
when i think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh)
part of the game is niggas wanna become famous (uh)
and doin the same shit i do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh)
i want house money, jag money (what?), so i gots ta bag money
i ain't laughin, but yo it's mad funny (c'mon)
how you can talk about that shit you got
but you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot!
runnin up in the spot with, two niggas from Israel
cuz it is real, you did squeal (uh), now how you think yo' kids (uh) feel? (what?)
knowin you died a snitch, i look in yo' eyes and see a bitch
wasn't surprised to see a switch (c'mon)
let's make it quick, i got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan
so let this nigga know, i know he pussy, i'ma smack his man (uh)
fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggas
i'd rather be eatin of a plate, with all them Baltimore and Philly niggas (what?)
cuz i done took about as much i can stand
a nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man (uh)
it always gets a lot worse, cuz there's a curse (what?)
that says, the reward for bein real, is a hearse (what?)
before you turn thirty, cuz the dirty shit you did (uh)
catches up and get you right when you thought you slid
it's gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart (uh-huh)
you realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk, for real
