Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, Raekwon, Sun God, Trife Diesel - Dogs of War lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, Raekwon, Sun God, Trife Diesel - Dogs of War lyrics]
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 niggas, 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 talking bags of heavy coke
Bracelets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
Indeed, we smack niggas 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 niggas 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
Niggas out like waffle batter
Theodore ancient with dart
Flossin' them diamonds
Discussing our hit's 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, niggas 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
SINY, where the animals live
Ass bet, niggas 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 pit's for his ears
Cuz niggas is scared
Hoping I don't let it blow in they ribs
I said hot, niggas get robbed non stop
Once the gun cock
Niggas 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 niggas with iron yO!
Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew
We can smoke, all in the halls
It's how many niggas 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
Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day
Slinging all year round
Gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in yo wedding
Grab the reverand and spray
And let the shots fall wherever they may
This is family, nigga, minus the mob ties
The resurrection of Toney Starks
& Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
Niggas'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 niggas 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
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
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 niggas, 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 talking bags of heavy coke
Bracelets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
Indeed, we smack niggas 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 niggas 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
Niggas out like waffle batter
Theodore ancient with dart
Flossin' them diamonds
Discussing our hit's 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, niggas 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
SINY, where the animals live
Ass bet, niggas 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 pit's for his ears
Cuz niggas is scared
Hoping I don't let it blow in they ribs
I said hot, niggas get robbed non stop
Once the gun cock
Niggas 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 niggas with iron yO!
Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew
We can smoke, all in the halls
It's how many niggas 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
Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day
Slinging all year round
Gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in yo wedding
Grab the reverand and spray
And let the shots fall wherever they may
This is family, nigga, minus the mob ties
The resurrection of Toney Starks
& Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
Niggas'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 niggas 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
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