Lean Back - Fat Joe ft. DMX, Roy Jones, The Game, Tech N9ne & Young Buck - Remix by Lowaiit

"RIP DMX April 9, 2021. You made and was my childhood, will never forget you." New mix ft. DMX, Roy Jones, The Game, Tech N9ne & Young Buck Please leave a comment Music: DMX - X gon' give it to ya Roy Jones - Can't be touched The Game - Let's ride Tech N9ne - I'm a playa Young Buck - Get buck Lyrics: [DMX] X gonna give it to ya Fuck wait for you to get it on your own X gonna deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel Go hard gettin' busy wit it, but I got such a good heart I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again 'Cuz I am right so I gots to win Break break wit the enemy But no matter how many cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin' me You motherfucker never wanted nothin' But your wife said, that's for the light day I'm gettin' down, down, make it say freeze But won't be the one endin' up on his knees (Who) Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play Get out my way [Roy Jones] I move when my heart say move Fierce like a lion Got nothing to prove Stubborn as a hot damn mule God in my corner Nigga can't lose Trying to take me out my hot damn shoes See how quick I jump up and give you bitches the blues They gonna see you on the hot damn news And that ain't even nothing Linking me to the crime Not a print, not a hot damn clue Beating these niggaz down Is what I came to do And I ain't playing bout a hot damn rule Shaking you niggaz down If you ain't paying your dues We passing up yo block and ohh My screws are loose Don't call my hands Cause you gonna make me act a hot damn fool Dead discussion, you will not win Cause I will not lose [The Game) Pull the rag off the six-fo' Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone The D's is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfucker bounce and break And knock both of the screws out the licence plate Let the games begin These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons spin It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down (Put your 'cris up!) If you feel the same way Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA [Hook] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash In a blunt, call it Aftermath [Tech N9ne] If you see me lookin' clean cut Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling cup Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up If you, see me step off in the clubber with some pros With about 6 of 'em cut no longer waiting to be chose And if you hear me tell my homies anything goes With these chickens dippin' to Davy's right when the clubber close If you see me on the grind getting' mine If you bust in the room and find me hittin' yours from behind If you hear me bustin' rhymes rippin' each and every time If I got it at capacity and you still got a line If I'm rollin' on dubs, if it's K-Town bud If they showin' me love with a red rug at the club If you see them hatas giving me mugs, ladies giving me hugs It ain't no rocket science it's because [Young Buck] OK! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like HEY! Got 'em rollin The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin presidential like the shit that I'm smokin Water wih' the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit I need a quarter P of Purp 'Gon break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, let me buy that Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go Can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show