DMX and Big Stan - On Top

Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, what

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

Song ain't a song without X and the B.S.
Earl, Stan, initials E.S.
About to shut it down, y'all don't see this?
Oh my God (what!) Y'all don't see this?
Started with a little, raising the pups
Now I'm a home-run hitter, we raising our cups
Toastin', to all the roastin' we done
Bite hard, done bit hard but don't run
My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines
Cats want, mine? X blood-line?
Oh you tryna get hit in the HEAD one time
Straight to the body with the whole .29 (what!)
It's gon' be whatever it's gon' be (uh!)
And I'm gon' see whatever I'm gon' see (uh!)
And I'm gon' do whatever I'm gon' do
So if it's fuck me nigga, then fuck you too! (Come on)

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

Off the chain I'ma run through, walk through, gun do haunt you
A gun puts a spark through, no tellin what the hawk do (what!)
Only speak for me, no tellin what the Dog do
(Dog do what the fuck Dog do, shit!)
Yo' crew leave it alone (uh-uh!)
You got your eyes on the bone? (Uh-uh!)
Can't keep your eyes of the throne? (Go on now)
With that shit you did (man, come on now!)
I'm gettin' sick of niggas fuckin with D
You fuckin' with D? You fuckin' with me
You fuckin' with me? You fuckin' with X
Fuckin' with X? You fuckin' with a softball-sized hole up in your vest
And the rest? (What!) Ain't nothin to rap about
Ain't no ("I ain't mean it!") When the strap is out
Ain't no ("Yo, sorry!") When the rats is out
'Cause the rats don't know shit but point money out! (Uh!)

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

School Street, Moulfred, Whitney Young
Been there, lived there, now it's become
A place where the face I'm not familiar with
These new cats done got me on some "I'ma kill you shit!"

And I remember when you came through flyin', a 1-2-9
Scooped ya man up and he signed to the 'Line
I got a deal, shit I'm still in the grind (what!)
Got the steal, 'cause shit is still on my mind

You gots to watch niggas that you talk to
'Cause sometimes they talk to you funny, what's up with you money?
Oh you think it's sweet? My name must be Honey
Funny, 'til you leave with your head bloody

And what he gon' do when a 6-foot-3
430 pound motherfucker come through? (What?)
Nothin'! (come on!) Breathe easy!
When cats talk slick dogs get greasy!

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

We gon' make these cats (what!) Stop!
Why they waitin' to (what!) Go!
We gon' keep it (on top!) On top!
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo!

What!

Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo
Why these cats is like (yo!) Ayo

Written by:
Dennis Joyner, J Russ, Earl Simmons

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