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Ghostface Killah - Dogs of War lyrics
(feat. Cappadonna, Raekwon, Sun God, Trife Da God) [Intro: Ghostface Killah (movie sample)] Just keep away (just keep away Go on, it's not your fight!) It's not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow something 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 [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'm talking 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, blowing niggaz off they feet With four-four gloves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's My mouth be worth millions, something 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 paying the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds Discussing 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, til the condom pop On the low, we still fucking them cops Pretty things from all precints, friday nights, we holding they glocks This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy [Sun God] 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, doing dirt, not serving 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 shifting the gears Sun God got the pits for his hairs, cuz niggaz is scared Hoping 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 everything, dice games, mini markets Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds Never deny niggaz with iron... YO! [Raekwon] 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 everything, we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing 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 [Trife Da God] Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day Swinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray And let the shots for whatever they may This is family, nigga, minus the mob size The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5 Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question Try'nna play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions Look you staring 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 thru ya stomach like acid reflux Get buried in ya cheap tux' We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping At a table, breaking bread like a family [Cappadonna] Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats Never the least, we invading the streets Shaking the beast, we familiar for life We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life My dogs is real tight, shooting 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 wilding, see the violence We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin. |
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