A Minute For Your Son

[DMX] You got a minute for yo' son father, I need to talk I'm so tired of tryin to run father, let's take a walk I'm so sorry for what I done father, it ain't my fault But the devil's been on my back lately, he's like a hawk You never give us more than we can handle, but it's gettin hard And I'm a strong individual, but I need you God Lot of things that I used to, I don't wanna run the streets like I used to, I know I'm gonna speak the word for you one day Up in there like, "Hallelujah!" on Sunday I thank you Lord for the blessings that you gave me And for my life with the blessings you have saved me And for my wife you have carried me enough times - and that's the truth Married me to rough times, throughout my youth And through it all I saw that you was still with me I was that one lost sheep and you was comin to get me [Chorus] Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. Lord you got me like.. your love got me like.. [DMX] I look at life a little different now, since you hugged me And I always loved my peoples, but now they love me Thank you for the love Lord, we praise ya Jacob's descendants, from Africa to Asia Pleadin the blood of Christ over our life Wrong or right, just help us make it through the night and we'll shout yo' name in times of need And times of joy, and, when we bleed And, when we are overcome with greed You ain't gon' half to tell me twice, I'ma take heed And because of what you've given me, I know you'll deliver me And I won't drown no matter how deep the river be You are the strength I, never knew I had Kept the heart good when they told me it was bad All praises due to ya That's why I had to dedicate somethin new to ya, thank you father [Chorus] [DMX] Uhh.. I never knew a love like, this before Messin with the thug life I, missed it all You opened the doors and, let me in I'm down for the cause so, let's begin Prayers that you give to me I give to them Same way you live in me I live in them Life is a blessing now You got me smilin from inside of my heart, when inside it was dark And it doesn't rain anymore Only sunshine, no pain anymore, I really love my You washed away the tears with the fears I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, the whole thirty years You know that! one day I'll speak the word You know that! when I do I will be heard You know that! you gave me a permanent smile And you know this father because I'm yo' child, what? [Chorus] [Chorus] - (minus second half of each line) [Chorus] - repeat 2X Artist: (DMX f/) Bloodline, DJ Kay Slay Album: The Great Depression Song: Next Out the Kennel (Bonus Track) [DJ Kay Slay] Aiyyo, this is DJ Kay Slay from around the way And my dog DMX is puttin it down with the Bloodline family And the Bloodline kennels THE GREAT DEPRESSION! FOURTH TIME! X keeps it gutta and his dogs are no different You gotta respect the line... First out the kennel, Jynx reppin straight from Y.O. kennel Holdin it down... [Jynx] Let it be known, bring it to me Break the fingers that you write with Mouth that you recite with, real life shit Niggaz call me God on beats, cuz I light shit Quicker than those, shootin big holes, rippin your clothes Play games and have a thug nigga sittin at your home See you walkin with that bitch when he spit at yo dome Damn, ya brains all over the place Bitch cryin and screamin, cuz your brains is all over her face I got love for street thugs and killers, with deep mugs Who bust they guns first then they start to cuss Shook niggaz hold they guns till they start to rust Bitch niggaz don't want no parts of us, we dangerous Tripped a few of angel dust One shot turn yo brains to slush Yeah, niggaz don't learn shit till the lights is off It's too late, now your life is lost, motherfucker... [beat changes to "Bring Ya Whole Crew"] [DJ Kay Slay] DAMN! See what I'm sayin, this shit is real Next out the kennel, barkin from Dirty Jerz is that nigga Loose [Loose] Let me Loose nigga, get the fuck off me I can't believe my ears, hot, these niggaz is barely warm In fact they wack, they just got a hot song Fuckin up the game is catz like you That make wack niggaz think they can rap too But Loose at the door now, so come with me I'ma make sure no more rappers like you get in You want it? We can go hard with the beats Or hard to the body or hard to the teeth Yeah, I was on Universal, they couldn't have me They kept me on the hush, like Whitney drug habit Got drafted, then made it to the front line A year later, got traded to Bloodline Now it's hard for catz to keep they spot He rock too much ice, he can't keep it hot And when all the ice melt, they all want it down Loose, fuck that, the streets is mines now... [beat changes to "D-X-L Hard White"] [DJ Kay Slay] FIRE! Only stray kills, yaknowhatimsayin? Next out the kennel, my nigga Big Stan from Harlem Get at em dog... [Big Stan] Uh-oh, who's next? That would be me, BS, ya know? Uh, y'all niggaz ain't ready, uh I'm like a thieve in the night, I creep in your life One day when you nice, high off the henny Catch you while you partyin right With the semi, put your body on ice, for a price Make a bastard of your son as well as widow your wife My struggle was tight, love inside my heart has limits Like anything outside of Bloodline, bound to get it We bound to win it, niggaz want, we bound to give it And anything you catz start, you know we bound to finish Can you see the cage is open? Muzzle is off The nine is sick, the silencer will muffle the cough The Line is thick, Stan stay solo on cost My shoulder will frost on any nigga other than dog I'm the one ya moms would hate you to cross If you the only child, would be replacing the lost Please think before you go against the B dot S And no it's not a game, I'm one of Bloodline's best, nigga... [beat changes to "Make a Move"] [DJ Kay Slay] Whoa, whoa, whoa, they just keep bitin The last to bite, that bitch, the bitch of the litter Crazy Kash, Kasmir, get at em girl... [Kashmir] What the fuck ya niggaz know about grease? I got enough to put in ya piece, bust bust ten in piece Make ya back bend in a crease, that's what you get offend a beast You hatin me like I was a friend of Kelis Load, cock back and release Bad bitch crackin ya piece, bulletholes in the back of your peeps Always catch niggaz comin from the back with the heat Love to watch they knees buckle when they smack the concrete You ain't gotta love me just respect the bitch Scared to fight me, get your girls, so I can wet the bitch Who gives a FUCK who ya old lady be I put holes in ya old lady tee if she fuckin with me You know my niggaz Stan, Jynx, Loose, Berg and X Ya niggaz switchin occupations, cuz they heard we next No niggaz above mine, cuz no niggaz above mine And that shit's in my heart, cuz it's in my fuckin Bloodline... Artist: DMX f/ Drag-On, Mysonne Album: The Great Depression Song: Problem Child {Mysonne} (DMX) {Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {Problem Children, y'all niggaz got problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) [Chorus] {But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby) {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems} {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems} (No problems I'm telling you baby) [Mysonne] Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they guns Before I come it's tolate y'all had your fun It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run When we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocks Right in front of precents fuck cops niggaz want pops then they die for them Kiss the barrel, cry for them Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them Fuck voltron see what me and mines form In the nine storm, death times gone I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes on Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom niggaz wanna talk but they don't want no problems [Chorus] [DMX] All y'all niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussy Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down You cowards know it now i'ma hold it down When I'm done close it down It's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit where Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like that I been seen through they bullshit I'm real like that I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back I know how to flip on a nigga split him with the bat I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch You motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving them One by one until it's all of them Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga [Chorus] [Drag-On] Well it's the kid that a Crush your head into a cake batter Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit Guns I should've been arrested for Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw Don't you test me boy Don't fuck with X or Drag to the dash Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash Dumpster amoung the rest of them fags My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it off Just relax take you last breath and die it off Nothing but love I spread But if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head You sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of me It's fun to me, nitches [Chorus] Artist: DMX f/ Big Stan, Mic Geronimo Album: The Great Depression Song: Usual Suspects (Part 2) * * bonus track, continues on track #17 at 12:53 [Mic Geronimo] YEAH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, c'mon hah hah, M.G Know the G, hah hah, know the face Hah hah, know the name nigga, hah C'mon, yeah, yeah Now who could do it like the M-I-C, y'all niggaz ain't about this life Runnin up inside of the crib to cut your lights My A.R. likes the thug life, drugs and gun fights White on whites, menage and dykes, and nice ice White wraps for these niggaz who scrap and gun clap Stick up kids, leavin y'all with two in the back Once you bitch-made niggaz started doin the rap Seven figure shit really started ruinin rap Take it back to hood shit bulletproof and biscuits Chips all for hustle and grams go from bricks And whips for templates, we switch while we movin all of this weight 'til we screamin all of us hate [Chorus: Mic Geronimo] You see shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel and shit's still real Nothin ever change cause we still in the field Niggaz try to front but the game's too real We don't give a fuck bout the way you feel So fuck what you feel, yeah [Big Stan] Y'all niggaz better get the guns Fuck the pep talk, I don't wanna hear it When it's on it's on, talkin I don't feel it That's the fake shit, argue and just make shit hot And with my short fuse I'm always quick to make shit pop Nigga respect this, catch me on the block and with gloves I'm ambidextrous, sold with the glock and the snub But I ain't reckless, with me it's always one big dot then one big shot, and one kid drops Head shot, closed lid over one big box And a preacher left prayin over one big plot Never a mess, now I wanna conquer the world And I'ma do it, wanna know how? Fuckin with Earl He's the one that took me in to raise the dog from a pup With his guidance, help create a beast from a mutt Just released from the cut goin straight for the neck B.S., Bloodline, what the fuck you expect nigga? [Chorus] [DMX - overlapping Chorus] Uhh, WHAT?! Uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh [DMX] It's time to take out the garbage, y'all niggaz want the hard shit I got shit that'll start shit, rip apart shit and disregard shit Thought it wasn't real no more, just because I got a deal What you think, I ain't gon' steal no more? "Usual Suspects" once again - thus begins the bullshit we both went through form trusted friends Bustin him from where? (It's time to peel) Fuck what you heard baby! Shit's still real Y'all niggaz think your shit don't stink, cause it don't think Hit a motherfuckin iceberg your ship won't sink Bitch don't blink, cause I'ma hit you with somethin I'ma hit you for frontin, I'ma hit you for nuttin? You buggin I'm lovin it - the obstacles that I go through It keeps me real, don't make me have to show you Fuck you cause I don't know you, and listen dog If I gots to blow you, you know where you goin to [Chorus] - repeat 2X