Hey Dott Dogg...muthafucka was out there in them streets Nigga did whatever it took to get in nigga From the jackin', to the rappin', to the slangin' crack and...
First Verse:
X-Raided up in this bitch, bout to disrupt some shit Ain't from the pound, but I'm still down to Kurupt some shit Interrupt your shit, cuz I'm always in a rush to spit Like an axe, when I rap, I'll splinter up your clique You better relax, be a witness or a participant Eddie Gaffin' laughin' at the CO, wonder where the Sergeants went See we flow, but it's way more bigger than that Ransom note, deliver the DAT's and all them wack ass tracks So we slit his throat, it's malicious, but the game is vicious And niggas know, we'll do anything that gains us riches We quick to flow, but we just as quick to bark that heat Start that beef and Dott Dogg will pause that heartbeat We hard to beat, like Schwarzanegger in movies bout factual Burning niggas like third degree Critical surgery When I'm at you hoes, burglary, intrudin' your home Stealin' everything like klepto includin' your dome Left your ass chewed up, gauge blast, mid-section blew up Bet you all five homicide detectives threw up Suit up, in coca sacks then I smoke a bag Get to lit and get my focus back, then I choke the gat
Chorus:
When it came to gettin' that money I did whatever it took Fuck dividin' the pie, wanted every cranny and nook Understand me nigga, my family is full of thugs and crooks Kings and queens protected by knights, bishops, and rooks
Second Verse:
You better look into my eyes, can't you see the pain? I'm tired of lies, bitches and niggas playin' games This is my ghetto prayer, Lord can you hear me? Protect my family from player haters, don't let 'em near me No need to fear me, I'm only human Pursuin' dreams for greenbacks with more schemes, than J.R. Ewing I mean that sincerely Love my alcohol and tetrahydracanebanol dearly Consumin' twenty pounds yearly Clearly I'm out for the cash, nothin' else in my vision Takin' chances, makin' decisions that could keep me in prison But circumstances keep demandin' me to break these laws Writin' lyrics strong enough to, penetrate these walls Dott Dogg, don't feel I'm guilty As charged, I'm filthy really Down for the cause, and I'm comin' raw til' they kill me Fill me with slugs to the dome, ain't no love so it's on And if you ain't thuggin' with me nigga, then I'm thuggin' alone I'm a ruggish bone like Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie and Flesh Art of War to the last breath, nigga ride to the death We hardcore, Dott Dogg and Nefarious Mad Man, Black Market til' they bury us
Chorus:
When it came to gettin' that money I did whatever it took Fuck dividin' the pie, wanted every cranny and nook Understand me nigga, my family is full of thugs and crooks Kings and queens protected by knights, bishops, and rooks When it came to gettin' that money I did whatever it took Fuck dividin' the pie, wanted every cranny and nook Understand me nigga, my family is full of thugs and crooks Kings and queens protected by knights, bishops, and rooks
Third Verse:
I'm constricting on y'all rats like a python Ready to spit some venom, turn this mic on Finna run up in em Checkin' them niggas like a chess board Cuz they be hatin', what'cha think I sport a vest for? Premeditatin' Yes Lord I got my eye on'em When they try to get me I'ma have a fat surprise for 'em Got some advice for 'em You better recognize, Raided ain't down with none of that bullshit Got a full clip, and this man eater won't hesitate to pull it And deliver the bullets to your chest like a mailman droppin' off letters Fat hole in your sweater Smash out with all your cheddar Met a nigga that had much game, deeper than the abyss Taught me such thangs as how to get fame and keepin' cash in my fists Now I insist to get my scrilla scratch How real is that? Hella quick to peel a niggas cap Is you feelin' that? Move swiftly when I see the cops, cuz I ain't squealin' Muthafuckas wanna see me drop, but I ain't willin' You a pawn in my book Busta, mark, and a hook I saw the fear in your eyes the first time that I looked I'ma treat y'all niggas like powdered cocaine, it's time to get cooked I'm Michael Jordan, you the average guard about to get shookTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
