DMX too real for the industry but real enough to empower me as a young kid... Gave me the courage to face my fears and not take no shit from anyone... The respect I earned allowed me to mature and be gentle and kind.. there will never be another like X RIP True G
From dark to light The struggles we fight The bond with the devil Got me so tight I wanna make it right But the grip is tight Depression and stress Keeping me up all night The pain is a permanent strain The blood is a permanent stain Coping with cocaine My victims about to feel my reign This is how I maintain
“Hi, that’s me. Mays Gilliam. Alderman of the 9th ward of Washington D.C. Not the part of D.C that you are familiar with. I work in a neighborhood so bad you can get shot while you’re getting shot. Around here when people have a problem, they don’t call the mayor, they call me.”
Uh, yeah, another one of those (this is for my nigga Q) Down to Earth joints (rest in peace, baby, you know how we roll) There's so many that don't know (you knew I could do it) (They don't know who we be) This goes out to my nigga Q, rest in peace, baby (I miss you, dog) They don't know who we be (you still here with me?) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (uh) The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?) The projects, the drugs (uh), the children, the thugs (uh) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (come on) The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uh) The heartbroken mothers, it happens too often (why?) The problems, the things we use to solve 'em (what?) Yonkers, the Bronx (uh), Brooklyn, Harlem (come on) The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uh) The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uh) The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?) The studios, the shows, comes and it goes (come on) The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh) The one that gave 'em the slugs the one that put 'em in me (woo) The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh) The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree (come on) They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be What we seeing is The streets, the cops, the system, harassment (uh-huh) The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (aight) The lawyers, the part they are of the puzzle (uh-huh) The release, the warning "try not to get in trouble" (damn) The snitches, the odds (uh), probation, parole (what?) The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn) The cell, the bus, the ride up North (uh-huh) The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uh) The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin' (what?) The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what?) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uh) The 23 hours that's locked, the 1 hour that's not (uh) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight) The wish that the streets would have took you when they had you (damn) The days, the months, the years, despair One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be This here is all about My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh) Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did (uh-huh) My ups and downs (uh), my slips, my falls (uh) My trials and tribulations (uh), my heart, my balls (uh) My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uh) Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uh) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?) The guns, knives and bats, every time we scrap (come on) The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin' (uh) The shit hit the ceiling', little boy with no feelings (damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age I carried a 12 gauge (aight) Somebody stop me (please), somebody come and get me (what?) Little did I know that the Lord was ridin' with me The dark, the light (uh), my heart (uh), the fight (uh) The wrong (uh), the right (uh), it's gone (uh), aight? They don't know who we be They don't know who we be (man listen) They don't know who we be (these motherfuckers don't know who we are) They don't know who we be (they don't, they couldn't possibly fuckin' know, dawg) That's from the heart Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la Da-la, da-la Dawg, this shit is crazy
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Who We Be - Earl Simmons DMX [Produced By Micky Davis Black Key] [Year: 2001] [Album: The Great Depression]
Bacon, Eggs Shaved legs Sex, Head Get in bed Color Red Makin Bread Beagles Shed Covid Spread Rest in Peace To The Deceased Please pray for me I need to speak My damn oblique Toilet Leak A nice antique Dawson's Creek
REST IN POWER DMX. GONE TOO SOON BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.
This instrumental is sick R.I.P DMX
Damn u had me strutting in my kitchen 5 mins straight yelling DEDDUH DEDDUH DEDDUH DEDDUH DEDDUH
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Amazing artist
DMX too real for the industry but real enough to empower me as a young kid... Gave me the courage to face my fears and not take no shit from anyone... The respect I earned allowed me to mature and be gentle and kind.. there will never be another like X RIP True G
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Rest in power Earl Dark man x Simmons
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@@bloodyredpill3027those dog emojis are adorable 😂
❤ the beat thanks for putting the song on UA-cam
From dark to light
The struggles we fight
The bond with the devil
Got me so tight
I wanna make it right
But the grip is tight
Depression and stress
Keeping me up all night
The pain is a permanent strain
The blood is a permanent stain
Coping with cocaine
My victims about to feel my reign
This is how I maintain
That right there is one Hella of verse
THE BIGGEST OF THE BIG DOGS - X FOREVER
“Hi, that’s me. Mays Gilliam. Alderman of the 9th ward of Washington D.C. Not the part of D.C that you are familiar with. I work in a neighborhood so bad you can get shot while you’re getting shot. Around here when people have a problem, they don’t call the mayor, they call me.”
That movie got me into DMX in the first place along with Romeo Must Die.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Vocals on the hook sick 🔥🔥🔥
this
fucking
BEAAAAAAAAAATTT
Tha better im thing
Right 🔥🔥🔥
Uh, yeah, another one of those (this is for my nigga Q)
Down to Earth joints (rest in peace, baby, you know how we roll)
There's so many that don't know (you knew I could do it)
(They don't know who we be)
This goes out to my nigga Q, rest in peace, baby (I miss you, dog)
They don't know who we be (you still here with me?)
What they don't know is
The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (uh)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?)
The projects, the drugs (uh), the children, the thugs (uh)
The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (come on)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uh)
The heartbroken mothers, it happens too often (why?)
The problems, the things we use to solve 'em (what?)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uh), Brooklyn, Harlem (come on)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uh)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uh)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?)
The studios, the shows, comes and it goes (come on)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh)
The one that gave 'em the slugs the one that put 'em in me (woo)
The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh)
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree (come on)
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
What we seeing is
The streets, the cops, the system, harassment (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (aight)
The lawyers, the part they are of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning "try not to get in trouble" (damn)
The snitches, the odds (uh), probation, parole (what?)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn)
The cell, the bus, the ride up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uh)
The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin' (what?)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what?)
The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uh)
The 23 hours that's locked, the 1 hour that's not (uh)
The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight)
The wish that the streets would have took you when they had you (damn)
The days, the months, the years, despair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
This here is all about
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did (uh-huh)
My ups and downs (uh), my slips, my falls (uh)
My trials and tribulations (uh), my heart, my balls (uh)
My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uh)
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uh)
The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?)
The guns, knives and bats, every time we scrap (come on)
The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin' (uh)
The shit hit the ceiling', little boy with no feelings (damn)
The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
Got beatin's 'til the age I carried a 12 gauge (aight)
Somebody stop me (please), somebody come and get me (what?)
Little did I know that the Lord was ridin' with me
The dark, the light (uh), my heart (uh), the fight (uh)
The wrong (uh), the right (uh), it's gone (uh), aight?
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be (man listen)
They don't know who we be (these motherfuckers don't know who we are)
They don't know who we be (they don't, they couldn't possibly fuckin' know, dawg)
That's from the heart
Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la
Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la
Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la
Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la
Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la
Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la
Da-la, da-la, da-la, da-la
Da-la, da-la
Dawg, this shit is crazy
DUH NUH
DUH NUH
DUH NUH
DUH NUH!
Def Jam FFNY Cut Song
This beat is so good that you can still feel the 'dead end' part without the vocals. Its as if the beat is saying it
If you could do the “keep your shit the hardest” instrumental that would be dope
Best music ❤it
Motivation music
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Who We Be - Earl Simmons DMX [Produced By Micky Davis Black Key] [Year: 2001] [Album: The Great Depression]
yuh 🔥
0:23
Was waitin
So patient
I’m grindin
They hatin
I'm DMX
Bacon, Eggs
Shaved legs
Sex, Head
Get in bed
Color Red
Makin Bread
Beagles Shed
Covid Spread
Rest in Peace
To The Deceased
Please pray for me
I need to speak
My damn oblique
Toilet Leak
A nice antique
Dawson's Creek
RIP
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Could we post raps over these on UA-cam? I love this channel
Yes but you there will be copyright on your video. Hope you've subscribed.
you could put out a 2 min version.