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[Hook] Dog sh*t, I sh*t you not You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me Dog sh*t, listen to me good We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood [Verse 1 - Prodigy] I'm the epitome slimeball, f*ck up out my eyesight F*ck is on your brain? Dog sh*t? I'm not the clown type Die 'fore I let a n*gga play me, like I'm baby sh*t Dog sh*t, you deaf, dumb or blind, I'm the craziest Most Infamous rapper outta NY, jealous of my shine, the truth is in your eyes You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me The keywords: "work for me", I put your ass in surgery Ever step outta line, forget who's boat you ride Forget who train you ride Forget who flag you fly Read the name on it, Mobb Deep P and Hav' run this, employees get fired with some gun fire if it call for it A 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 lethal as Bun B the Mac Matter fact, [Hook] [Verse 2 - Havoc] Once we get it goings steam rolling over them Drunk off the drama, ain't 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 Grand royal, all my goons, 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, shriveled up, how dare us We penalise traitors and only hail trust Inhale piff and guzzle white liquor I don't know you, you don't know me, you's a lie, n*gga I can see the tears in ya eye, you ain't 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, your 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 virtue, n*ggas hanging way past they parole curfew Blowing on that purple, know my street ties, beef wise I let three fly over ya head, Welcome home P Let's get this bread, dog sh*t [Hook] |