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Interviewer: Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas |
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DMX: Dog |
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Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real |
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DMX: Dog. That's my mans and them |
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Interviewer: But I heard these niggas is like |
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Suppose to be locking down the industry on |
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Some shit, on some power shit |
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DMX: Dog that's my mans and them |
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Interviewer: Eh |
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DMX: So what I'm doing |
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Interviewer: right, right |
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DMX: my mans and them is doing, because |
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Interviewer: right |
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DMX: that's my mans and them, ya know |
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Interveiwer: I feel ya |
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DMX: Now ya feel me? |
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Interveiwer: I feel ya |
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DMX: So you know when you ****ing with me |
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Interveiwer: right, right |
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DMX: you ****ing with |
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Interveiwer: Uh-oh, what are you doing now? |
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[Intro] |
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Told y'all niggas |
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You just don't listen |
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Why must you be hard-headed? |
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Tried to explain, but you didn't hear me, though |
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You know |
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Grrrrrr |
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[Verse 1] |
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One-two, one-two, come through run through |
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Gun who? Oh, you don't know what the gun do? |
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Some do, those that know are real quiet |
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When you think you wanna try it, **** around and start a riot |
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Niggas gonna buy it, regardless |
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Because I'm the hardest rap artist and I'ma start this |
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Shit up for real, get up and feel |
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My words, I make herbs split up and squeal |
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Ill is all I've been hearing lately |
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Niggas hate me, wanna duct tape me and make me |
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Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl |
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Too late for that 9-1-1 call |
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Niggas stay beefing, but a lot of them bluff |
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But not me because I'm a nigga that can get out of them cuffs |
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You think a lot of them, tough, not just for frontin' |
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When I hit them niggas like 'What you want?' The battle turns into a hunt |
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With the dog right behind niggas chasing them down |
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We all knew that you was pussy, but I'm tasting it now |
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And never give a dog blood, because raw blood will have a dog like what |
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Biting whatever, all up in your gut |
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Give it to them raw like that, and ain't no love I do em all like that |
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Four right up in they back; clack-clack |
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Close your eyes baby, it's over, forget it |
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Happened in front off your building, but nobody knows who did it |
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[Bridge] |
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What |
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Where my dogs at? |
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What what |
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Where my dogs at? |
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Uh |
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Where my dogs at? |
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What what |
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Where my dogs at? |
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Uh |
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Where my dogs at? |
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What what |
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Where my dogs at? |
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Uh |
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Where my dogs at? |
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What what |
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[Verse 2] |
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Niggas is puss, keep on running from the werewolf, owww |
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Howling at the moon on the roof (uh oh) |
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Eh, ah, no, get em |
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10 niggas on him, hope God's with him |
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Give me the bat, let me split him |
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I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him |
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Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back |
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Tried to strike back, left him like that, laying up with the white hat |
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Getting right back atchya when I snatch ya |
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Up out the grave, nothing but bones and ashes |
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Hittin' niggas with gashes to the head |
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Straight to the white meat but the street stays red |
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Girls gave me head for free cause they see |
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Who I'ma be, by like 2003 |
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That Nigga D took it there, he thought it was a joke |
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He went through like 20 G's and thought that I was broke |
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Stupid, that's what you get for thinking |
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And eventually found that's what you get for stinking |
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Blowing up the spot when you rot |
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Plus, if it gets hot, they know you dead for four squared blocks |
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Hit em with the ox to the grill |
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Eh, ah, kill nigga kill |
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Yet and still you don't know that I'ma rob 'em |
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That nigga DMX is a motha****in' problem |
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Aight? |
