Dog Shit Feat. Nas (Street) (исполнитель: Mobb Deep)
Dog [bad word] I [bad word] you not You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me Dog [bad word] listen to me good We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood [Verse 1 - Havoc] I’m the epitome slimeball, f-ck up out my eyesight F-ck is on your brain dog [bad word] I’m not the clown type Die ‘fore I let a n-gga play me, like I’m baby [bad word] Dog [bad word] you def dumb or blind, I’m the craziest Most Infamous outta NY, jealous of my shine, the [bad word] is in your eyes You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me The keywords: “work for me”, I put your [bad word] in surgery Ever step outta line, forget who boat you ride Forget who train you ride Forget who flag you fly Read the name on it, Mobb deep P and [bad word] this, employees get fire with some gun fire if it call for it thousand n-ggas couldn’t stop me once I get to going You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn’t hold me back Still wouldn’t be leathal as Bun the Mac Matter fact… [Hook] Dog [bad word] I [bad word] you not You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me Dog [bad word] listen to me good We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Once we get it goings [bad word] over them [bad word] off the drama, aint no way you can sober them F-ck outta here, you outta so left Slugs leave a n-gga open like a coke sniff You nah music, got these n-ggas into dope fiends No intervention could get them off the OD lyrics courtesy of www [bad word] Grand goon, all my fans, you seen loyal Dedicated in the cut, wait weeks for you And when they finally discover you They gon need a dental record, you’ve been dead a month or two Post mortem, shirvelled up, how dare us We penalise traitors and only hail [bad word] Inhale piff and guzzle white liquor I dont know you, you don’t know me, you’s a lie, n-gga I can see the tears in ya eye, you aint see nothing till you seen a grown man cry [Hook] [Verse 3 - Nas] Yo, every gang, every hood’s in my veins It’s my thing, it’s real, I’m in tune I chill like the cold side of the moon Silence you dudes like an empty room Empty out with silencers You get murdered like how it was in a saloon Anastasia that is Haters can’t live, talkin about they putting 8 in my wig I got my dollars up, try ya luck, you die, no trial for us Court appointed lawyers as foul as f-ck and I’m too fly Cause when you’re locked in prison, you’re clock stop ticking Now, you came home, the same age you went in Mentality wise, get iller when boxed in Fresh home, and right up top, you get it poppin Freedom is a vitue, n-ggas hanging way past they parole curfew Blwoing on that purple, know my street ties, beef wise I let three fly over ya head, [bad word] home P Let gets get this bread, Dog [bad word] [Hook]