Dogs Of War
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.38] [Intro: Ghostface Killah]
[00:00.75] Just keep away (just keep away
[00:02.13] Go on, it's not your fight!)
[00:05.07] It's not yours nigga, fall back
[00:07.37] I'm about to blow something out here
[00:09.75] Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing
[00:14.36] We gon' handle our business and shit
[00:16.57] These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that
[00:19.36] This is real shit, real talk
[00:21.16] Four different niggaz, with four different aspects, nigga
[00:23.32] This is family shit
[00:24.69] Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga?
[00:26.83] This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet
[00:29.75] [Ghostface Killah]
[00:30.44] Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men
[00:32.48] Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
[00:34.84] Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese
[00:36.93] Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck
[00:39.44] The streets don't know my peeps
[00:41.00] Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing niggaz off they feet
[00:43.78] With four-four gloves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's
[00:46.47] My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's
[00:48.82] Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's
[00:51.13] The film look hyper, when I clap 'em in slo mo'
[00:53.62] Ya'll still paying the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter
[00:56.91] Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds
[00:59.79] Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch
[01:01.51] Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
[01:04.33] Think not, we still run the trains, til the condom pop
[01:07.27] On the low, we still fucking them cops
[01:09.25] Pretty things from all precints, friday nights, we holding they glocks
[01:11.82] This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me
[01:14.42] Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy
[01:16.78] [Sun God]
[01:17.59] You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
[01:18.70] S.I.N.Y., where the animals live
[01:21.33] Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs
[01:23.06] I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig
[01:25.86] I'm like "Damn, what a wonderful kid"
[01:27.79] I could do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid
[01:30.62] You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched
[01:33.78] From the grandpops, down to the kids
[01:35.48] And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man
[01:38.06] Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears
[01:40.03] Sun God got the pits for his hairs, cuz niggaz is scared
[01:42.83] Hoping I don't let it blow in they ribs
[01:44.74] I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop
[01:47.17] Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks
[01:49.65] And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop
[01:52.39] Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets
[01:54.48] Juks everything, dice games, mini markets
[01:56.63] Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets
[01:59.66] Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels
[02:02.60] Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds
[02:04.37] Never deny niggaz with iron... YO!
[02:08.69] [Raekwon]
[02:09.01] Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew
[02:10.07] We can smoke, all in the halls
[02:11.30] It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on
[02:13.05] All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets
[02:15.74] This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods
[02:17.66] Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up
[02:20.18] Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing
[02:22.48] A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money
[02:25.64] To lay up on the low, swinging beamers
[02:27.27] I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
[02:30.07] All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
[02:32.08] So much beef in these whoppers
[02:34.13] Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers
[02:36.63] What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain
[02:39.48] It's automatic, I live it and I claim it
[02:41.16] It's real, come around here, you bought here
[02:43.43] Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick
[02:45.87] [Trife Da God]
[02:46.22] Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day
[02:47.66] Swinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way
[02:50.20] Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray
[02:52.77] And let the shots for whatever they may
[02:54.33] This is family, nigga, minus the mob size
[02:56.46] The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
[02:59.96] Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question
[03:02.01] Try'nna play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions
[03:04.29] Look you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection
[03:07.33] Extended clips, super sizing my weapons
[03:09.12] Five eleven, keep the heat tucked
[03:10.67] That'll burn a hole thru ya stomach like acid reflux
[03:12.62] Get buried in ya cheap tux'
[03:14.33] We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up
[03:16.24] Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up
[03:18.63] Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping
[03:21.79] At a table, breaking bread like a family
[03:23.39] [Cappadonna]
[03:23.69] Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and
[03:25.76] Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats
[03:28.56] Never the least, we invading the streets
[03:30.23] Shaking the beast, we familiar for life
[03:32.64] We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life
[03:36.14] My dogs is real tight, shooting the dice
[03:38.12] Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
[03:40.37] Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work
[03:43.58] Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill, wanna spark the dutch
[03:47.80] Wizard my fam, that stuck you up, I got fam that'll fuck you up
[03:51.84] Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
[03:54.50] Osama Island, we been wilding, see the violence
[03:57.57] We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin
[04:01.16]
[00:00.75] Just keep away (just keep away
[00:02.13] Go on, it's not your fight!)
[00:05.07] It's not yours nigga, fall back
[00:07.37] I'm about to blow something out here
[00:09.75] Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing
[00:14.36] We gon' handle our business and shit
[00:16.57] These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that
[00:19.36] This is real shit, real talk
[00:21.16] Four different niggaz, with four different aspects, nigga
[00:23.32] This is family shit
[00:24.69] Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga?
[00:26.83] This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet
[00:29.75] [Ghostface Killah]
[00:30.44] Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men
[00:32.48] Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
[00:34.84] Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese
[00:36.93] Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck
[00:39.44] The streets don't know my peeps
[00:41.00] Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing niggaz off they feet
[00:43.78] With four-four gloves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's
[00:46.47] My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's
[00:48.82] Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they homo's
[00:51.13] The film look hyper, when I clap 'em in slo mo'
[00:53.62] Ya'll still paying the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter
[00:56.91] Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds
[00:59.79] Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch
[01:01.51] Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
[01:04.33] Think not, we still run the trains, til the condom pop
[01:07.27] On the low, we still fucking them cops
[01:09.25] Pretty things from all precints, friday nights, we holding they glocks
[01:11.82] This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me
[01:14.42] Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy
[01:16.78] [Sun God]
[01:17.59] You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
[01:18.70] S.I.N.Y., where the animals live
[01:21.33] Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs
[01:23.06] I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig
[01:25.86] I'm like "Damn, what a wonderful kid"
[01:27.79] I could do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid
[01:30.62] You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched
[01:33.78] From the grandpops, down to the kids
[01:35.48] And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man
[01:38.06] Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears
[01:40.03] Sun God got the pits for his hairs, cuz niggaz is scared
[01:42.83] Hoping I don't let it blow in they ribs
[01:44.74] I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop
[01:47.17] Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks
[01:49.65] And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop
[01:52.39] Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets
[01:54.48] Juks everything, dice games, mini markets
[01:56.63] Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets
[01:59.66] Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels
[02:02.60] Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds
[02:04.37] Never deny niggaz with iron... YO!
[02:08.69] [Raekwon]
[02:09.01] Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew
[02:10.07] We can smoke, all in the halls
[02:11.30] It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on
[02:13.05] All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets
[02:15.74] This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods
[02:17.66] Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up
[02:20.18] Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing
[02:22.48] A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money
[02:25.64] To lay up on the low, swinging beamers
[02:27.27] I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
[02:30.07] All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
[02:32.08] So much beef in these whoppers
[02:34.13] Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers
[02:36.63] What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain
[02:39.48] It's automatic, I live it and I claim it
[02:41.16] It's real, come around here, you bought here
[02:43.43] Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick
[02:45.87] [Trife Da God]
[02:46.22] Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day
[02:47.66] Swinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way
[02:50.20] Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray
[02:52.77] And let the shots for whatever they may
[02:54.33] This is family, nigga, minus the mob size
[02:56.46] The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
[02:59.96] Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question
[03:02.01] Try'nna play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions
[03:04.29] Look you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection
[03:07.33] Extended clips, super sizing my weapons
[03:09.12] Five eleven, keep the heat tucked
[03:10.67] That'll burn a hole thru ya stomach like acid reflux
[03:12.62] Get buried in ya cheap tux'
[03:14.33] We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up
[03:16.24] Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up
[03:18.63] Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping
[03:21.79] At a table, breaking bread like a family
[03:23.39] [Cappadonna]
[03:23.69] Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and
[03:25.76] Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats
[03:28.56] Never the least, we invading the streets
[03:30.23] Shaking the beast, we familiar for life
[03:32.64] We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life
[03:36.14] My dogs is real tight, shooting the dice
[03:38.12] Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
[03:40.37] Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work
[03:43.58] Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill, wanna spark the dutch
[03:47.80] Wizard my fam, that stuck you up, I got fam that'll fuck you up
[03:51.84] Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
[03:54.50] Osama Island, we been wilding, see the violence
[03:57.57] We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin
[04:01.16]