The dog is back baby, Buss (go hard or go home) Buss (dog, wattup?) Buss these niggas in they f-cking head!
I'm right here dog, fo'real You know how we do It is not a f-cking game!
Any you niggas got a doctor in the house
[Dmx] I'm taking the mic, f-ck who's next Two niggas reppin' the r, x and x My niggas aint on no rap shit, my nigga clap shit that quick? Yeah, we on that shit
[Busta rhymes] 'Bout to roundhouse kick you muthaf-cking niggas face off My voice so big you can turn the f-cking bass off Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off I'm bussin' dmx up in this bitch, you better take off
[Dmx] Went away for a while, jail, prison Gettin' down for real, f-ck it, livin'! Don't worry 'bout what condition I'm in Cats can't survive half the places I've been
[Busta rhymes] And while a lot of muthaf-ckers sit and watch the throne killa We in the booth blackin' dog, welcome home nigga We spazzin' in this bitch, while we keeping the crowd hyped Remind em like what this shits supposed to sound like Dawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up Convoy of whips with 'bout 30 bitches in the trunk Come on,
[Dmx] They sayin' locked down is easy But a nigga like me is greasy Population or pc?, check my 5 nigga?, see when I'm on Feedin' niggas with that thang then I'm gone
[Busta rhymes] Most you niggas talk too much, puttin' police on 'em Bunch of blabber mouth ass niggas: jackie gleason I dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on You niggas off, steady watchin' me putting the streets on [Dmx] You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed? Bitch, I am the streets, what's my name? I've been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be Had the? under me, can't a muthaf-cka breath
[Busta rhymes] I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggage And I take great pleasure whenever it's time to punish Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they ass in the rubbish I don't give f-ck what they think, you niggas know that I run this You niggas can see just what it is and how I'm on it How I f-ck ya money up and be the foulest nigga
[Dmx] Fall back cause all that noise you making Only let me know you boys is faking Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking Before I leave you dead and stinking Look here, I don't play games, I don't say names Jump through with the guns out, (bllaap) spraying lames I don't take aim, hit the whole crowd (Ch't-ch't boom, ch't-ch't boom) I shoot loud
[Busta rhymes] Ya'll niggas know my m.o, I kill ya little boy Heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy You aint ready for the stand off And while a dog shooting, I'm chopping a nigga hand off Funny little nigga, see the way I treat 'em Talk shit when I f-ck niggas, than I beat 'em And if you run around, I whoop ya ass, cuckoo Don't-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you These corny niggas is waving surrender flag banners Taking no prisoners, p-ssy, I'm teaching ya ass manners F-ck y'all up up bad, bitch, more bangers And air 'em out to dry like we left 'em on clothes hangers I'm sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancer Who the nicest in the spot, ya'll already knowing the answer Then I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughter These niggas say they thug but be looking more like a dancer There's something that you niggas need to know, it's so important That I aint the one to f-ck with homie, I'm tired of talkin'!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
