Mobb Deep - Dog SH!T (feat. Nas) - Dirty lyrics

[Hook] Dog sh**, I sh** you not You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me Dog sh**, listen to me good We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood [Verse 1 - Havoc] I'm the epitome slimeball, f** up out my eyesight f** is on your brain dog sh**, I'm not the clown type Die 'fore I let a n***a play me, like I'm baby sh** Dog sh**, you def dumb or blind, I'm the craziest Most Infamous outta NY, jealous of my shine, the truth is in your eyes You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me Ever step outta line, forget who boat you ride Forget who train you ride Forget who flag you fly Read the name on it, Mobb deep P and Hav' run this, employees get fire with some gun fire if it call for it A thousand n***as couldn't stop me once I get to going You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn't hold me back Still wouldn't be leathal as Bun B the Mac Matter fact... [Hook] Dog sh**, I sh** you not You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me Dog sh**, listen to me good We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Once we get it goings team running over them Drunk off the drama, ain't no way you can sober them f** outta here, you outta so left Slugs leave a n***a open like a coke sniff You nah music, got these n***as into dope fiends No intervention could get them off the OD Grand goon, all my fans, you seen loyal Dedicated in the cut, wait weeks for you And when they finally discover you They gon need a dental record, you've been dead a month or two Post mortem, shirvelled up, how dare us We penalise traitors and only hail trust Inhale piff and guzzle white liquor I dont know you, you don't know me, you's a lie, n***a I can see the tears in ya eye, you ain't see nothing till you seen a grown man cry [Hook] [Verse 3 - Nas] Yo, every gang, every hood's in my veins It's my thing, it's real, I'm in tune I chill like the cold side of the moon Silence you dudes like an empty room Empty out with silencers You get murdered like how it was in a saloon Anastasia that is Haters can't live, talkin about they putting 8 in my wig I got my dollars up, try ya luck, you die, no trial for us Court appointed lawyers as foul as f** and I'm too fly Cause when you're locked in prison, you're clock stop ticking Now, you came home, the same age you went in Mentality wise, get iller when boxed in Fresh home, and right up top, you get it poppin Freedom is a vitue, n***as hanging way past they parole curfew Blwoing on that purple, know my street ties, beef wise I let three fly over ya head, Welcome home P Let gets get this bread, Dog sh** [Hook]