Yo I'm saying, 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 locking 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 fucking with me Right, right You fucking with Oh oh, what are ya doin now?
Told y'all niggas Ya just don't listen Why must you be hard headed Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though Ya know
One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you donÃ¢??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 IÃ¢??m the hardest Rap artist and I'ma start this Shit up for real, get up and feel, my words I make herbs split up and squeal Ill is all IÃ¢??ve been hearing lately Niggas hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl Too late for that 911 call Niggas stay beefing but a lot of them bluffing But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs You think a lot of them tough Not just for fronting When I hit them Niggas like 'What you want?' The battle turns into a hunt With the dog right behind Niggas chasing 'em down We all knew that you was pussy But I'm tasting it now And never give a dog blood Because raw blood I have a dog like one biting 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? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what
Niggas is pussy Keep me running from the werewolf, oh 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 Tried to strike back Left him like that, laying up with the white hat Getting right back at ya when I snatch ya Up out the grave, nothing but bones and ashes Hitting Niggas 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 thinking and eventually Found that's what you get for stinking Blowing 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 motherfucking problem Alright
Songwriters: SANTAOLALLA, GUSTAVO ALFREDO / CAMPODONICO, JUAN PABLO / CASALLA, JAVIER / SOSA, ADRIAN NICOLAS / SUPERVIELLE, LUCIANO / CASACUBERTA GUEMBERENA, GABRIEL / FERRES, JOSE MARTIN / LOZA FERNANDEZ, RAQUEL VERONICA