Lyrics Dungeon Ratz - Backbone feat. Big Rube, Khujo, T-Mo & Witchdoctor
Yeaaah
(Yeah)
You
see
the
stars
You
know
the
names
Hoody
Hooo!!
[- All]
2x
These
Dungeon
Ratz
on
your
God
damn
ass
Comin
through
like
a
shotgun
blast.BOAW!!
These
Dungeon
Ratz
on
your
God
damn
ass
Comin
through
like
a
shotgun
blast.BOAW!!
{*gun
fires*}
Lead
scatter,
bloody
red-head
shatter,
mind
over
matter
You
ain't
rich
with
it,
what'chu
jack
for
Seventeen
bullets
on
my
'ackdoor
Dread's
who
meet
my
.44
Aye
but
we
rich
for
no
war,
Witch
start
somethin,
Somethin
twiver
come
and
bail
from
her
Move
ya
feet,
stock
ya
documents
Cuz
these
jails
full
of
occupants
Smoked
out
rhyme,
my
nigga
in
the
bushes
with
the
dime
Done
ya
charges
and
crime
Everybody
contributed,
when
police
lights
flash
Feel
like
death
be
drivin
my
head,
lookin
right
and
left
Nigga
wanna
be
so
hard,
just
spendin
nights
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Ain't
like
a
dope
charge,
locked
up
like
Tokhar
You
got
some
niggas
in
yo'
backyard,
trappin
its
heart
now
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.
Haha!)
24/7
you
gotta
dodge
cops,
plus
the
haters
strapped
with
Glocks
A
science
to
get
paper,
a
science
to
keep
this
paper
On
this
microphone,
known
to
handle
my
business
Get
up
every
mornin
and
go
to
bed,
quote
a
life
sentence
Bare
witness
cuz
I
don't
play
no
kind
of
games
wit
'em
I
hit
'em
like
automatic
trigger-play
(Blah.blah.)
I
keep
'em
runnin,
niggas
bustin
from
every
which-a-way
Deadly
venom,
get
in
'em,
tell
'em
what
that
nigga
say
You
heard
it,
he
quote
a
fly
conversation
The
FUCK
you
thank,
this
First
Generation
Believe
me
Jack,
we
made
from
scratch
That
killa
cascade'll
lay
y'all
ass
flat
We,
tote
the
sword
and
prepare
to
attack
That
Dungeon
Family
nigguh,
understand
that
{*gunshot*}
[]
2x
Like
in
the
water,
like
an
obese
While
you
cover
your
little
ol'
hands
like
a
beast
Ten
years
ago,
you
would've
been
PUT
in
the
Figure
4
Did
a
little
throw,
off
the
top
rope
- ask
Perf
for
the
credits
When
send
them
niggas
straight
to
Ellis
to
get
they
grills
fixed
Don't
miss
the
terrorist,
the
underdog
of
the
clique
(Throw
yo'
ass
up!)
Either
"Watch
for
this
" or
"Get
Rich"
Ain't
no
love
for
the
slicks,
so
dig
a
hole
and
sit
In
the
dark,
niggas
don't
want
to
start
We
damn
near
thunder
and
still
comin
out
hard
Children,
children,
niggas
is
thinkin
THEY
GOD
Backout,
backout,
backout!
My
niggas
stay
ready
on
call,
we
fall
in
We
blend
like
troops,
we
don't
recruit
We
playas,
you
can't
be
scared
We
got
niggas
with
dreads
and
braids
and
base
We
rapid,
armed,
rageous
- just
like
the
po-po
We
family
tied
across
the
board
so.
We
deep
(Wessyde!)
and
relate
to
NYC
I'm
on
the
beach,
sippin
iced
tea
Loc'ed
out,
straw
house
Look
we
took
the
paper
route
Hit
my
folk
Backbone
on
the
phone,
now
it's
on
Huh,
I'm
'bout
to
hit,
I'm
'bout
to
hit
the
zone
fool
Big
T-Mo
from
the
Goodie
Mob,
act
a
fool
[]
2x
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Will
attack
if
provoked
We
hang
tight,
so
ain't
no
slack
in
the
rope
Or
crack
in
the
dope
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Got
that
thang
for
ya
brain
Shootin
hope
in
ya
veins,
got
you
addicted
to
slang
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Comin
rabid
and
viscious
Ain't
no
crabbin
and
bitchin
This
ain't
no
average
mission,
listen
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Ain't
no
losin
our
focus,
or
amusin
these
jokers
Watch
the
hocus
we
pocus,
feel
me?
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Been
some
years
in
this
game
Just
a
fish
in
this
land
We
stake
the
system
with
aims,
to
maintain
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
In
the
form
of
a
dragon
With
the
sight
of
an
eagle
And
the
wind
of
a
stallion,
wagon
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Solve
our
problems
like
men
Keep
our
business
within
Know
that
we
break
'fore
we
bend,
fight
club
(These
Dungeon
Ratz.)
Everywhere
like
busstops
You
could
never
make
us
stop
On
that
ass
like
Buckshot
[]
2x
Album
Concrete Law
1 Intro
2 WheatSkraw Outro
3 Like This
4 Lord Have Mercy
5 Dungeon Ratz
6 Sho Ya Right!
7 Yes Yes Y'all
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