DMX - Intro Lyrics
Interviewer: yo Im sayin, these ruff ryder niggas.Dmx: dogInterviewer: I heard these niggas is for realDmx: dog. thats my man and themInterviewer: but I heard these niggas is likeSuppose to be lockin down the industry onSome shit, on some power shit.Dmx: dog thats my mans and themInterviewer: ehDmx: so what Im doinInterviewer: right, rightDmx: my mans and them is doin, becauseInterviewer: right.Dmx: thats my mans and them, ya knowInterveiwer: I feel yaDmx: now ya feel me?Interveiwer: I feel yaDmx: so you know when you *****in with meInterveiwer: right, rightDmx: you *****in witInterveiwer: oh oh, what are ya doin now?Dmx:Told yall niggazYa just dont listenWhy must you be hard headedTried to explain, but ya didnt hear me thoughYa know, grrrrrrUhOne two one two, come through run throughGun who, oh you dont know what the gun doSome do, those that know are real quietLet me think you wanna try it, ***** around and start a riotNiggas gonna buy it, regardless because Im the hardestRap artist and ima start thisShit up foreal, get up and feel, my wordsI make herbs split up and squealIll is all Ive 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 ima 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 *****But Im 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 aint no love I do em all like thatFour right up in they backClak clakClose your eyes baby, its 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 *****Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owwwHowling at the moon on the roofEh, ah, no, get emTen niggas on him, hope gods with himGive me the bat, let me split himIll have em where the pillow and the casket wont fit himOnly reason I did him, he wouldnt 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 ima be by like 2003That nigga d took it thereHe thought it was a jokeHe went through like 20 gs and thought thatI was broke, stupidThats what you get for thinkin and eventuallyFound thats 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 dont know ima rob whoThat dog dmx is a mutha*****in problemAight
