One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, f** around and start a riot
n***as gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
Rap artist and I'ma start this
sh** up for real, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal
Ill, is all I've been hearing lately
n***as hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
n***as stay beefing but a lot of them bluffing
But not me because I'ma n***a that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough? That's just a front
When I hit them n***as like 'What you want?'
The battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind n***as chasing 'em down
We all knew that you was p**y
But I'm tasting it now
And never give a dog blood, 'cause raw blood will have a dog bite
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 (Clack, clack)
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
n***as is p**y
Keep 'em running from the Werewolf, oh
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get 'em
Ten n***as 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, 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 n***as 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 n***a D took it there
He thought it was a joke
He ran through like 20 G's, 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 dead
Four squared box
Hit 'em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, k** n***a k**
Yet still they don't know I'ma rob
That n***a DMX is a motherf**ing problem
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