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Ghostface Killah
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Dogs Of War
作词:Tom Bailey, Dennis Coles, Darryl Robert Hill, Peter (pka Pete Phillips, Sylvester Stewart, Corey Todd Woods
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 muthafuckas know not to come around here like that This is real shit, real talk
Four different niggaz 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 in ya wallet
Yo, I'm talkin' bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck
The streets don't know my peeps Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowin' niggaz off they feet With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on fo-fo's My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's
Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's The film look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo' Ya'll still payin' the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds
Discussin' our hits over a glass of scotch Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat Think not, we still run the trains, till 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, niggaz 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 Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig
I'm like, 'Damn, what a wonderful kid' I could 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
And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man Go and start up ya car, start shiftin' the gears Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cuz niggaz is scared Hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs
I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets
Juks everythin', dice games, mini markets Fam gon' spark it, I'ma take whatever is in the pockets Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels 'Cuz you shinin', begets and the diamonds 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Never deny niggaz with iron, yo
Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew We can smoke, all in the halls It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods
Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low, swinging beamers
I need to be an actor,but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers So much beef in these whoppers Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers
What? What? The family remains 'cuz it's grain It's automatic, I live it and I claim it It's real, come around here, you bought here Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick
Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day Swingin' all year round, gettin' that money the American way Might run up in yo weddin', grab the reverend and spray And let the shots for whatever they may
This is family, nigga, minus the mob size The resurrection of Toney Starks and Trife Dies', starrin' in Part 5 Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question Try'na play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions
Look you starin' in the eyes of oppression That's why I ride with protection extended clips Super sizing my weapons, five eleven, keep the heat tucked That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid reflux Get buried in ya cheap tux'
We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up Been through a hundred towns,and runnin', beatin' the streets up Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumpin' At a 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 beast, we familiar for life
We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice Some of my fam might snatch ya ice Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work
Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill Wanna spark the dutch Wizard 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 Island, we been wildin', see the violence We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin It's a family
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