Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas

Dog

I heard these niggas is for real

Dog. That's my man and them

But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down

The industry on some ***, on some power ***

Dog that's my mans and them

Eh

So what I'm doin'

Right, right

My mans and them is doin, because

Right

That's my mans and them, ya know

I feel ya

Now ya feel me?

I feel ya

So you know when you ***in with me

Right, right

You ***in wit

Oh oh, what are ya doin now?

Told y'all niggaz

Ya just don't listen

Why must you be hard headed

Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though

Ya know, grrrrrr Uh

One two one two, come through run through

Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do

Some do, those that know are real quiet

Let me think you wanna try it, *** around and start a riot

Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest

Rap artist and I'ma start this

*** up foreal, get up and feel, my words

I make herbs split up and squeal

Ill is all I've been hearin lately

Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me

Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl

Too late for that 911 call

Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin

But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs

You think a lot of them tough

Not just for frotin

When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'

The battle turns into a hunt

With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down

We all knew that you was pussy

But I'm tastin it now

And never give a dog blood

Because raw blood

I have a dog like one bitin whatever

All up in ya gut

Give it to them raw like that

And ain't no love I do em all like that

Four right up in they back

Clak Clak

Close your eyes baby, it's over

Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but

Nobody knows who did it What

Where my dogs at?

What what

Where my dogs at?

Uh

Where my dogs at?

What what

Where my dogs at?

Uh

Where my dogs at?

What what

Where my dogs at?

Uh

Where my dogs at?

What what Niggas is pussy

Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww

Howling at the moon on the roof

Eh, ah, no, get em

Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him

Give me the bat, let me split him

I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him

Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back

Trieed to strike back

Left him like that, layin up with the white hat

Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya

Up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes

Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head

Straight to the white meat but the street stay red

But this girl gave me head for free

Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003

That Nigga D took it there

He thought it was a joke

He went through like 20 G's and thought that

I was broke, stupid

That's what you get for thinkin and eventually

Found that's what you get for stinkin

Blowin up the spot when you rot

Plus if it gets hot they know you dipped

For four squared blocks

Hit em with the ox to the grill

Eh, ah, kill nigga kill

Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who

That dog DMX is a mutha***in problem

Aight