the head till I url Boomerang dunn, Q.B. bust they gun Keep them P.C. niggas on the run, one Mahti specialist, 2-5 the nemesis The last verse, "T O
in Carolina let's call her Karoline She love ballplayers hate the dope boys 'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff Goerges Yea this the Superbowl of the street
ll leave your condition critical My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead Feed my clips hollowheads
ll leave your condition critical My dogs bloodhounds, it's nothin to get at you El Dorado red, drink until the bottles dead Feed my clips hollowheads,
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) My dogs gon' stop; your dogs
, an get the money out, I'm on a money route an' all cash I count, a nigga deep in this mutha fuckin' game 187, 211, 1 2 0 2 2's, we doin' dirt, we doin
'z type, we stuntin' just like... Chrous: Just like when bottles get empty we refill the game And keep it pouring, Hey, and keep it pouring They know my name in the street
Theft Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier
the street Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony So I ain't bought a M ching ching What is you tellin' me [Verse 2:] [Noreaga] Yo, yo I got guns, guns
henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, ?? I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
rappin' the street Caught 'em wide over y.o, first felony So I ain't bought a m ching ching What is you tellin' me Verse 2: [noreaga] Yo, yo I got guns
my finga on the trigga 'cause I'm down for this bangin shit Quick to do it for the cause bitch I smash for my dogs So don't get close to my nine 'cause
yourself You better watch yourself You know you got to be... Yeah Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
of niggas you shouldn't con with Made bons with niggas you shouldn't bond with (Talk 2 Em!) I'm sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict While the dogs
hundred of that brown paper bag money You niggas really wanna talk money? Shit real that's all I could tell 'em Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't
Im a Playa Ima pimp I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar And all ya chips Gimme da keys I want da Juice Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too Dey
the dogs? Get your cash up Git it You gotta get your straps up Git it You gotta get your stash up Git it You gotta get amped up You wanna run wit the dogs