I have a dog like one bitin whatever
My mans and them is doin, because
But this girl gave me head for free
Right, right
He went through like 20 G's and thought that
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Because raw blood
I was broke, stupid
One two one two, come through run through
But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down
Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003
Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
Close your eyes baby, it's over
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Where my dogs at?
That's my mans and them, ya know
Where my dogs at?
Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
So what I'm doin'
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Found that's what you get for stinkin
Uh
You think a lot of them tough
Ya know, grrrrrr
Where my dogs at?
I make herbs split up and squeal
Nobody knows who did it
Plus if it gets hot they know you dipped
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
Eh
What
He thought it was a joke
Niggas is pussy
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
And never give a dog blood
We all knew that you was pussy
For four squared blocks
That's what you get for thinkin and eventually
Now ya feel me?
Eh, ah, no, get em
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Right
Blowin up the spot when you rot
Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but
Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
Where my dogs at?
So you know when you fuckin with me
Right, right
All up in ya gut
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
And ain't no love I do em all like that
Not just for frotin
Where my dogs at?
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
Told y'all niggaz
I feel ya
Dog that's my mans and them
Give me the bat, let me split him
Too late for that 911 call
What what
Howling at the moon on the roof
Where my dogs at?
What what
Uh
You fuckin wit
Four right up in they back
I heard these niggas is for real
The industry on some shit, on some power shit
Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
I feel ya
That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem
Rap artist and I'ma start this
Ya just don't listen
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Why must you be hard headed
But I'm tastin it now
Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
Give it to them raw like that
Uh
What what
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
Where my dogs at?
Dog. That's my man and them
Uh
Clak Clak
Trieed to strike back
Oh oh, what are ya doin now?
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
What what
The battle turns into a hunt
That Nigga D took it there
Hit em with the ox to the grill
With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
