paroles de chanson Intro - Mase , Foxy Brown
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
shit,
on
some
power
shit
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
fuckin
with
me
Right,
right
You
fuckin
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,
fuck
around
and
start
a
riot
Niggas
gonna
buy
it,
regardless
because
I'm
the
hardest
Rap
artist
and
I'ma
start
this
Shit
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
muthafuckin
problem
Aight
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