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