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