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Dogs Of War
Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Theodore Unit, Capadonna, Trife, Sun God
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Just keep away
Go on, it's not your fight
It's not yours, nigga, fall back
I'm about to blow somethin' out here, straight up
Yeah, this is a family thing
We gon' handle our business and shit
These motherfuckers know not to come around here like that
This is real shit, real talk
Four different niggas with four different aspects, nigga
This is family shit
Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga?
This is tight shit, tighter than white man wallet
Yo, I'm talkin' heavy bags of coke, bracelets on every man
Innocent dope pushers, overnight kingpins indeed
Smack niggas up for the cheese, throw bleach in your face
Got beef, let it be chuck, the streets don't know my peeps
Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowin' niggas off they feet
With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on four-fours
My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's
Ladies, look out, they ain't thugs, they homos
The film look hyper, when I clap, make slow-mo
Y'all still payin' 'em off, we whip niggas out like waffle batter
Theodore, Idris Elba, floss in them diners
Discussin' our hits over a glass of scotch
Baywatch, bitches'll skeet, take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not, we still run the trains 'til the condom pop
On the low, we still fuckin' them cops
Pretty things from all precincts
Friday nights, we holdin' they Glocks
This is family, nigga, niggas can't stand me
Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy
You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
S.I.N.Y, where the animals live
Aspet niggas run in your cribs
I don't care if you blast for the cash, they'll scramble your wig
I'm like, "Damn, what a wonderful kid"
I can do what I want, doin' dirt, not servin' a bid
You know a real fam handle they biz
Everybody get searched, from the grandpops down to the kids
In my time, I'm officially here
Tell your man, go and start up your car, start shiftin' the gears
Son God got the fifth for his ears
These niggas is scared, hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs
I said, "Hot," niggas get robbed nonstop
Once the gun cocked, men strip down to they socks
And my fam at the tippity-top
I won't stop, believe it or not, you and your man is close targets
Drifts everything, dice game, mini markets
Fam gon' spark it, I'ma take whatever's in the pockets
Mostly the cash and the wallet
Slide off the juice 'cause you shinin' with gats and the diamonds
Never deny niggas with iron
Yo
Ayo, chillin' with the Caesar crew, we for some, all in the hall
It's how many niggas with guns, got 'em all in all
Tip-top clean to the fullest, mad bullets
This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap your hoodies
Get the paper, a word to everything we gon' ink up
Barbecuin' like a month, you ain't takin' nothin'
The high-tech extremist
Gatorade, paid your boy some money to
Lay up on the low swingin' beamers
I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
All of my bread came from crack-poppers and shoppers
So much beef, you was whoppers
Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers
What? What? The family remains 'cause it's grain
It's automatic, I live it and I claim it's real
Come around here, you bow here
Yo, none of that hat tippin', you will get wrapped real quick
Ayo, we hug the block on President's Day
Swingin' all year 'round, gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in your wedding, grab the reverend and spray
And let the shots go wherever they may
This is family, nigga, minus the mob ties
The resurrection of Tony Starks and Dr. D, starring in part five
Niggas'd rather die when they pride's in question
Tryna play hero, gettin' stuck for they prized possessions
Look you starin' in the eyes of depression
That's why I ride with protection
Extended clip, supersizin' my weapons
Five-eleven, keep the heat tucked
That'll burn a hole through your stomach like acid reflux
Get buried in your cheap Chucks
We make it hard for you niggas to keep up
Been through a hundred towns and runnin', beatin' the streets up
From up north in New York down to Miami
Pumpin' at the table, breakin' bread like a family
Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and
Breakin' the beats and we takin' the East
Never the least, we invadin' the streets
Shakin' the beasts, we familiar for life
We don't run, we grab knives, my double edge spit life
My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice
Some of my fam might snatch your ice
Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work
Got family that'll set you up
Got family that'll chill, wanna spark a Dutch
Was it my fam that stuck you up?
I got fam that'll fuck you up
Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
Osama Allen, you been wildin'
I see the violence, we display talent
Respect balance, nigga, Shaolin
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