Still Scratching DMX (Ft. Styles P)

[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah, X
Dog nigga
What up?!
Somebody else sit right here

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Keep the boots tight
Two new guns, I'm hoping they shoot right
Life's a dice game, we beatin' the deuce twice
Corner 12:05 [?] brick at the coupe's price
Had to rob mad shit to get me through life
Had to blow mad trees to get me through nights
Coward ass niggas really get me too tight
Load up, let it off, niggas whole head is off
Piss down your neck motherfucker, you was better off
Letting your Beretta off
SP, hawk work, tear your whole sweater off
Wife-beater and your white T
Turn all red when you split to the white meat
Still throw up nigga, what?
DMX and The Ghost, four-four niggas up
I represent the poor niggas, what?
Fully loaded hand gun, with raw in the cut

[Chorus: DMX]
X and The Ghost
Cats feel different when they necks in the toast
Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast
That's what they get fuckin' wit X and The Ghost
Come on, come on
X and The Ghost
Cats feel different when they necks in the toast
Cats get a feelin' when they next to get roast
That's what they get fuckin' wit X and The Ghost
Come on, come on