Lil Scrappy - Go For Dat lyrics

[Intro: DMX] Ok! Uh, yo, yo, grrr, yo, uh huh You know how we do, (Talk to 'em baby) nahmean Smack n***as around (Talk to 'em baby) nahmean Let 'em know, (Talk to 'em baby) it's my motherf**in house nahmean (Talk to 'em baby) Let these motherf**ers know aight [DMX] Aiyyo, don't f** with dog, dog is a beast X, only n***a get love in the streets sh** done fell off straight from the horse Bullsh**, gettin four mics in the Source I can't respect that, it's just how I feel You know the truth when you hear it, it's for real Come on, what the deal? Like it don't show Wooo! Yall n***as gon' feel it when you comin back Man, you n***as play too many games Too many jokes, what I said? Too many names Provoke situations, but do me the same And I'll show how a n***a stay true to the game You gots to be more careful, like Terry Woods I'm a n***a that can pa** through every hood Up to no good, that show you wool b**h, X got pull, that's how I get down, pitbull [Chorus: Lil' Scrappy] Watch that n***a; get stomped the f** down Watch that ho; get dragged the f** out Damn that n***a; get knocked the f** down b**h a** n***a; get laid the f** out Do somethin n***a; to get you stomped down Do somethin b**h; to get you dragged out Do somethin n***a; to get you knocked out Step up b**h, get laid the f** out [DMX] Stop the bullsh** cause ain't nothin funny Yall cats is only in this for the money It's all good when the check drops But it's back to the hood when the check stops You never left, you ain't gots to worry about comin back Wooo! Yall n***as gon' feel it when you comin back And I'll be there doin my thing f**in wit cruddy n***as keep pumpin the game Ask around, difference between me and you Is I get at 'em, my friends you know what I do Listen, don't play with me that way Cause f*ggot, I can end it all today, f** what you sayin Play fair with men, act like one Talk like a b**h and get smacked like one Got rabbit in 'em, get jacked like one Make the call, hit me back like done [Chorus: 2x] [DMX] You always been the son type n***a Scared to pull a gun type n***a Talk sh** and run type n***a Seek through the fake sh** and sniff out the bullsh** From a mile away so put the smile away X gon' give it to ya, I go hard b**h, my name rings bells in the yard Check my resume, track record is offical