"It's Personal"   (Feat. Jadakiss, Styles P.)      [DMX]   We all got guns, we all got dogs   We all gon' make that trip to the morgue   We all find it harder to see through the fog   We all know the difference between right and wrong   We should all live life by one fact   Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back   I seen cats go out like suckers   I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad motherfuckers"   I see fake niggaz and the games they play   Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day   But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin   I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing   It's that craft for me, the half of me   Let through niggaz in the door after me   Yo, somebody stop me; please, somebody come and get me   If I go, I'm taking niggaz with me!      [Chorus: Styles P. - repeat 2X]   Dog nigga, Ghost nigga   Hop the bar with the toast nigga   It's like the Lord getting close nigga   It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz   It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz      [Styles P.]   (Dog nigga, what up!) Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant   You get a chance, poppin, informing   All I need is a glock and I'm touring   Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball   And then slide the fuck out in the top of the morning   If you hear me cockin it on 'em, I'm poppin it on 'em   I don't fuck around nigga, better stop it and mourn 'em   And who the fuck asked you to rhyme?   I'm the Ghost, when I come around, they throwing up the hazardous sign   And you ain't around chemicals, just around generals   Who spend, passing they time, blasting they nine   Rather die with my man then the five for ya livewire   Spend half of ya time, smashing ya spine   Other half we getting money and more money   You think about cars, I got "goin to war" money   That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, money   And if anybody slip, they getting sent to the morgue, money      [Chorus: Styles P. - repeat 2X]   Dog nigga, Ghost nigga   Hop the bar with the toast nigga   It's like the Lord getting close nigga   It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz   It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz      [Jadakiss]   It's like lately I've been feeling so weak at the knees   And speaking to niggaz is just like speaking to thieves   So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em   Guess already? Then meet 'em   I'm fair game, but I'm ready to cheat 'em   The streets ain't right now, the Colgate White is light brown   These niggaz ain't nice, they nice clowns   That's why I'ma start layin them right down   And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down   Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've been hazed up   'Cause you can see the makeup spots on 'em   This is way beyond ya Avion   The Golden King, more like Polo Spring   And what makes it even worse, aiyyo it's that it's personal   Maybe even ya Earth can go   I'll make it where they can never find the bitch   Right outta the bar, with all kind of shit      [Chorus: Styles P. - repeat 2X]   Dog nigga, Ghost nigga   Hop the bar with the toast nigga   It's like the Lord getting close nigga   It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz   It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz      [Outro: Styles P.]   Yeah, y'all niggaz can get caught up in the hype if you want   Bodies drop over here, this is not a game man   You wanna get caught up in the hype again? Then you can fall in the hype again   This is a movement, Double R, nigga you know what's up   And if you don't, you gon' get to know what's up   Yeah, we ain't playin wit' y'all niggaz this year   '06, '07, and on, nigga what's up?   Pop off! You know how I work!