Текст (слова) песни: Dmx - Get at Me Dog

Intro: styles:

What! niggaz cant fuck with us

Dmx:

Get at me dog. my niggaz

Styles:

Thats my word!

Verse one: dmx

Im the type to kick back and look at shit,

cause crooked shit gets me amped

And what you dont know, will get you locked in sleep away camp.

Grand champ and raise more hell, than a sorrel

See you at the peephole, bustin at the doorbell

Though I wasnt coming without mine

You put me on the front line because you doubt mine

Bet your and lost yours, you come to get your I tossed yours

And it cost yours, fuck yall niggaz stupid, Im the boss dog

What more dirt must I do, plus my crew

Busts at you, and you be like "whats that oooh"

Whats that clue, do I bring the noise what

Destroy these mutts, is these niggaz toys or what

Bring all the pretty niggaz thinking they shitty, what a pity

Lemme show them niggaz shitty some pity, but for fifty

A motherfucker will get a bullet to hum to him, put the gun to him

Hit em with something that comes to him, bet it runs through him

Look at what I done to him, no more smiles

Got the whole top half of his head, running wild

But you dont hear me though, so I turn out the lights

We can take it to the streets dog, turn off the mics

If you want war, then you want more, than you can stand

And this 44, will leave you with your dick in the sand

Who the man, and now you cats know for real

Get at me dog, (bark), what the deal

Verse two: styles

Yall niggaz fucking with the l.o.x.

Your stuck on a rock

Got that alcatraz flow

You just dont know

Lifetime kid caged in blazin

Any type of rapper or federal agent

Paniro the made man, blade man

Stand up type of guy, your living a lie

Niggaz wanna be pretty and fly but kiddies will die

The dogs run the city, bet fifty on mine

Two grams for you to sniff, how silly am i

Got a lot of jokes dont, kill yo ass wont i

Maybe not if the spot is filled up with po 9

Many niggaz get it confused, blame the rules

Only ask the hows not the whos

Better off busting your tool, then we might get the crew

But as far as rap goes, you a motherfucking fool

If you dont want chips, you should have stayed in school

You and 8-ball nigga, you wanna play pool

Ill put you in the side pocket, look at the size of my rocket

Styles dont lie, cop the work then clock it

Boxes full of boots, jeans, suits and watches

Niggaz dont pump if they cant make a profit

Stop it, before we pull it back then cop it

Vacant lot niggaz come through then we lock it

(what, what, what)

Verse three: jadakiss

With no glocks Im in your town with five locks

Take five blocks, come back with five trucks, with knots

Its the l.o.x, three niggaz that listen and watch

And nigga you know, whenever we spit, its hot

It be that new flow, my niggaz, fly niggaz

Always high niggaz, ready to die niggaz

As far as Im hearing, yall doing a lot of comparing

Lemme get the one clearance like a sample

kiss is the champ and I know that you dont wanna get stamped

Left somewhere cramp, so when it rains, you get damp

Niggaz is done, since poppy raised his son

When bringing in drums, to bring all gs to bums

Whether you can flow or not aint the issue

You dont jay to kiss you, his lyrics pierce the gristle

Take a puff then a swig

Think about how Im gonna

Hold it down for big, my motherfucking nig

Your money is low, and your flow been late

While I be coming through with new shit with tint plates

The only higher than money, is respect

The only thing hotter than my click, is a tek

So when I hit you with these last bars around your neck

You gonna know never to fuck around with l-o-x nigga

(what, yeah)

Verse four: sheek luchion

My bank account be doubling

While you niggaz stay in trouble and

L.o.x. stay fly

Three niggaz jig-i

Shit you never seen before, feds hit the repo law

Kingpin, 10 mil. each of us popular

Its sheek baby

Chicks hate to see me on the soul train

With don cornelius

And all they got is alias

To work with

To catch sheek, yall niggaz besta work quick

Now that Im eating right, plus living well

So nowadays when I burp, its fettucini you smell

Aint that right poppa-san, used to push a nissan

With a black master full 850 full suspension

While you collect your pension, I aint worked in years

My stomach is fat from puerto rican food, while yours is scarce

Small black haired, chinky-eyed puerto rican mama

Keep them laced in the scadda, half the closet on product

I learn things, just by watching yall niggaz make the wrong moves

Now I know what not to do, to make more than yall fools

Yall think we ignorant, cause we dont budge unless we benefit

Cats that take the light thats scarce and see whats at the end of it

P.h. me, because a nigga wisks me up in jake b.

Your shit be so-so, low pro.

On a bus before the cars show

On some old joystick shit, no mirrors

I can see behind me through the cameras

Flip plates, make the whole block go bananas

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Grand champ and raise more hell, than a sorrel See you at the peephole, bustin at the doorbell Though I wasnt coming without mine You put me on the front line because you doubt mine Bet your and lost yours, you come to get your I tossed yours And it cost yours, fuck yall niggaz stupid, Im the boss dog What more dirt must I do, plus my crew Busts at you, and you be like "whats that oooh" Whats that clue, do I bring the noise what Destroy these mutts, is these niggaz toys or what Bring all the pretty niggaz thinking they shitty, what a pity Lemme show them niggaz shitty some pity, but for fifty A motherfucker will get a bullet to hum to him, put the gun to him Hit em with something that comes to him, bet it runs through him Look at what I done to him, no more smiles Got the whole top half of his head, running wild But you dont hear me though, so I turn out the lights We can take it to the streets dog, turn off the mics If you want war, then you want more, than you can stand And this 44, will leave you with your dick in the sand Who the man, and now you cats know for real Get at me dog, (bark), what the deal Verse two: styles Yall niggaz fucking with the l.o.x. Your stuck on a rock Got that alcatraz flow You just dont know Lifetime kid caged in blazin Any type of rapper or federal agent Paniro the made man, blade man Stand up type of guy, your living a lie Niggaz wanna be pretty and fly but kiddies will die The dogs run the city, bet fifty on mine Two grams for you to sniff, how silly am i Got a lot of jokes dont, kill yo ass wont i Maybe not if the spot is filled up with po 9 Many niggaz get it confused, blame the rules Only ask the hows not the whos Better off busting your tool, then we might get the crew But as far as rap goes, you a motherfucking fool If you dont want chips, you should have stayed in school You and 8-ball nigga, you wanna play pool Ill put you in the side pocket, look at the size of my rocket Styles dont lie, cop the work then clock it Boxes full of boots, jeans, suits and watches Niggaz dont pump if they cant make a profit Stop it, before we pull it back then cop it Vacant lot niggaz come through then we lock it (what, what, what) Verse three: jadakiss With no glocks Im in your town with five locks Take five blocks, come back with five trucks, with knots Its the l.o.x, three niggaz that listen and watch And nigga you know, whenever we spit, its hot It be that new flow, my niggaz, fly niggaz Always high niggaz, ready to die niggaz As far as Im hearing, yall doing a lot of comparing Lemme get the one clearance like a sample kiss is the champ and I know that you dont wanna get stamped Left somewhere cramp, so when it rains, you get damp Niggaz is done, since poppy raised his son When bringing in drums, to bring all gs to bums Whether you can flow or not aint the issue You dont jay to kiss you, his lyrics pierce the gristle Take a puff then a swig Think about how Im gonna Hold it down for big, my motherfucking nig Your money is low, and your flow been late While I be coming through with new shit with tint plates The only higher than money, is respect The only thing hotter than my click, is a tek So when I hit you with these last bars around your neck You gonna know never to fuck around with l-o-x nigga (what, yeah) Verse four: sheek luchion My bank account be doubling While you niggaz stay in trouble and L.o.x. stay fly Three niggaz jig-i Shit you never seen before, feds hit the repo law Kingpin, 10 mil. each of us popular Its sheek baby Chicks hate to see me on the soul train With don cornelius And all they got is alias To work with To catch sheek, yall niggaz besta work quick Now that Im eating right, plus living well So nowadays when I burp, its fettucini you smell Aint that right poppa-san, used to push a nissan With a black master full 850 full suspension While you collect your pension, I aint worked in years My stomach is fat from puerto rican food, while yours is scarce Small black haired, chinky-eyed puerto rican mama Keep them laced in the scadda, half the closet on product I learn things, just by watching yall niggaz make the wrong moves Now I know what not to do, to make more than yall fools Yall think we ignorant, cause we dont budge unless we benefit Cats that take the light thats scarce and see whats at the end of it P.h. me, because a nigga wisks me up in jake b. Your shit be so-so, low pro. On a bus before the cars show On some old joystick shit, no mirrors I can see behind me through the cameras Flip plates, make the whole block go bananas Нравится песня? 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