DMX
How It’s Goin’ Down
What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest bitch around
Is you with me or what?
N***a if you cross me you cut
I heard you bitches checking for me what’s up

Maybe I deserve a iller n***a or maybe I deserve you
Maybe I deserve a little more for what I’ve grown through
All them phone calls from other bitches let’s expose you
Talking bout’ you seen me with some n***a when you rolled through
You was fucking round’ with other bitches I’m supposed to find another n***a who gon treat me like he spose’ to
Yeah you hurting now but all that shit I had to go through really had me looking at you different
I’m thinking to myself “I’m like this n***a really trippin’”
I’m the realest bitch this n***a ever put his dick in
How you cross me? Shit I was with you since the trenches
Pillow talking n***a got these bitches in my business
You know these bitches hate me n***a
You was in your feelings
You fucking round’ with these bitches?
Tell me that you didn’t
Ima get you back n***a you gon really feel it
Ima fuck a n***a that you hate, and let him drill it

Ima fuck a n***a that you hate, and let him drill it
N***a, and it’s just like that
All them other bitches sweet but this shit not that
Man I different than these bitches n***a I cheat back
(Talk to em)
What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest bitch around
Is you with me or what?
N***a if you cross me you cut
I heard you bitches checking for me what’s up

I’m politicking with this n***a wondering if Ima fuck him
He say he gettin’ money so I tuck him
I’m asking for a gran after gran like it’s nothing
The n***a cut the check I’m bounced on him, He was lunchin’
I told you bitches ride I want the action I ain’t ducking
But all you bitches sweet, you pillsbury, you a muffin
The real bitches fuck with me, they know i get it jumpin
You the type of bitch who fall in love so now you cuffing
Oh you the type of bitch who say you coming but you bluffin
Oh you the type of bitch who I could tell that had nothing
So you steady hating on a bitch cause she was buzzing
I’m the type of bitch to chase a bag for some shit I never had
I got plans on getting rich and I keep dreaming bout’ a jag
I could never join you bitches, sis my name is not ya dad

I keep flexing on you hoes, I’m the reason why you mad
I’m that bitch, you know I’m it, call it tag

Ima fuck a n***a that you hate, and let him drill it
N***a, and it’s just like that
All them other bitches sweet but this shit not that
Man I different than these bitches n***a I cheat back
(Talk to em)
What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest bitch around
Is you with me or what?
N***a if you cross me you cut
I heard you bitches checking for me what’s up

What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest bitch around
Is you with me or what?