A Minute For Your Son/The Kennel/Problem Child/Shit's Still Real (feat. Big Stan, Drag-On, Mic Geronimo, Jinx Da Juvy, Kashmir, Loose & Mysonne) - DMX

You can catch Luck in the dice game I don't stop bank I close account stock up Spend the whole advance and both hands get it rocked up Street lookin like a track meet when I pop up How these broads gonna stop Luck Run in the club barefooted throwin five shots up Niggas wanna bounce, tell em bounce, throw your ox up You just buck oh five and act like you want some Ay yo you can catch me in the hood with Papi Screw a dirtbike I'm tryin na cop me a land I'm a gorilla nigga feed me black banannas Might catch me blacked down with a black bandanna With the 5th choked out In a Benz with the rims poked out Or in a truck with Luck gettin smoked out I'm tryin not to blast this cat But y'all hatin on again so I'mma spaz on Funkmaster Flex To all my thugs in the club poppin cris To all my fly chicks with they own shit To all my thugs throwin guns on the six Bounce, bitch, bounce, bitch, bounce, bitch, bounce, bounce To all my ladies in the club wildin out To all my thugs in the pen bowin out To all my fly chicks stay stylin out Y'all done let the kid in the game who black out I'm runnin in the game snatching change on the cash though I dare y'all to act up I guarntee homicide'll be comin to drag out Dummies I'm dumpin dum dums on when I clap out Alotta niggas rap thug but never pull gats out Shit I'm from the street lay the strip with the jacks out Who want the coke price whenever I ran up in the crackhouse I got niggas on my dick and I ain't even got one Flow kind of sick you gotta get cop one Niggas talk slick only when the cops come That's when I come through and scrape yo' ass Uh uh I need ta uh uh milli uh uh's Extra fu-unds, whole damn crew got gu-uns How you gon talk crap with clap ru-uns Claim to be a thug nigga won't't you blast su-um