Yo I'm saying, these Ruff Ryder Niggas.
Dog
I heard these niggas is for real
Dog. That's my man and them
But I heard these Niggas is like
Suppose to be locking down the industry on
Some shit, on some power shit.
Dog that's my mans and them
Eh
So what I'm doin'
Right, right
My mans and them is doin, because
Right.
That's my mans and them, ya know

I feel ya
Now ya feel me?
I feel ya
So you know when you fucking with me
Right, right
You fucking with
Oh oh, what are ya doin now?

Told y'all niggas
Ya just don't listen
Why must you be hard headed
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Ya know

One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you donâ??t know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because Iâ??m the hardest
Rap artist and I'ma start this
Shit up for real, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal
Ill is all Iâ??ve been hearing lately
Niggas hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggas stay beefing but a lot of them bluffing
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for fronting
When I hit them Niggas like 'What you want?'
The battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind Niggas chasing 'em down
We all knew that you was pussy
But I'm tasting it now
And never give a dog blood
Because raw blood
I have a dog like one biting whatever
All up in ya gut
Give it to them raw like that
And ain't no love I do em all like that
Four right up in they back
Clak Clak
Close your eyes baby, it's over
Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but
Nobody knows who did it
What
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
What what

Niggas is pussy
Keep me running from the werewolf, oh
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Tried to strike back
Left him like that, laying up with the white hat
Getting right back at ya when I snatch ya
Up out the grave, nothing but bones and ashes
Hitting Niggas with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free
Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003
That Nigga D took it there
He thought it was a joke
He went through like 20 G's and thought that
I was broke, stupid
That's what you get for thinking and eventually
Found that's what you get for stinking
Blowing up the spot when you rot
Plus if it gets hot they know you dipped
For four squared blocks
Hit em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who
That dog DMX is a motherfucking problem
Alright

Writer : SIMMONS, EARL/LORENZO, IRVING/MTUME, JAMES
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