Dmx – Intro (year of the dog…again)

Yo I`m sayin, these Ruff Ryder NiggasDogI heard these niggas is for realDog. That`s my man and themBut I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin downThe industry on some shit, on some power shitDog that`s my mans and themEhSo what I`m doin`Right, rightMy mans and them is doin, becauseRightThat`s my mans and them, ya knowI feel yaNow ya feel me?I feel yaSo you know when you fuckin with meRight, rightYou fuckin witOh oh, what are ya doin now?Told y`all niggazYa just don`t listenWhy must you be hard headedTried to explain, but ya didn`t hear me thoughYa know, grrrrrrUhOne two one two, come through run throughGun who, oh you don`t know what the gun doSome do, those that know are real quietLet me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riotNiggas gonna buy it, regardless because I`m the hardestRap artist and I`ma start thisShit up foreal, get up and feel, my wordsI make herbs split up and squealIll is all I`ve been hearin latelyNiggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make mePut their brains on the wall, when I brawlToo late for that 911 callNiggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffinBut not me because I`ma nigga that can get out of them cuffsYou think a lot of them toughNot just for frotinWhen I hit them niggaz like `What you want?`The battle turns into a huntWith the dog right behind niggaz chasin em downWe all knew that you was pussyBut I`m tastin it nowAnd never give a dog bloodBecause raw bloodI have a dog like one bitin whateverAll up in ya gutGive it to them raw like thatAnd ain`t no love I do em all like thatFour right up in they backClak ClakClose your eyes baby, it`s overForget it, happened in front off your buildin butNobody knows who did itWhatWhere my dogs at?What whatWhere my dogs at?UhWhere my dogs at?What whatWhere my dogs at?UhWhere my dogs at?What whatWhere my dogs at?UhWhere my dogs at?What whatNiggas is pussyKeep me runnin from the werewolf, owwwHowling at the moon on the roofEh, ah, no, get emTen niggas on him, hope God`s with himGive me the bat, let me split himI`ll have em where the pillow and the casket won`t fit himOnly reason I did him, he wouldn`t fight backTrieed to strike backLeft him like that, layin up with the white hatGettin right back at ya when I snatch yaUp out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashesHittin niggaz with gashes to the headStraight to the white meat but the street stay redBut this girl gave me head for freeCause they see, who I`ma be by like 2003That Nigga D took it thereHe thought it was a jokeHe went through like 20 G`s and thought thatI was broke, stupidThat`s what you get for thinkin and eventuallyFound that`s what you get for stinkinBlowin up the spot when you rotPlus if it gets hot they know you dippedFor four squared blocksHit em with the ox to the grillEh, ah, kill nigga killYet still they don`t know I`ma rob whoThat dog DMX is a muthafuckin problemAight

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