DMX - Trina Moe Lyrics
What!Uhh!What!Cmon!Hook:Ayo!Bounce to that trina moeNiggas about to blowBouncin straight out the doorHere we go, here we go[verse 1]Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weightOnly dogs eatin is us we snatch all platesErr, err! err! get him boyClick, click, pop the leash, hit him boyNiggas brag about waggin, we stop the tailsX drop an album, niggas droppin salesNiggas cant ***** with the dog, forget about itMoney went up against the dog, read about itMan listen, you cats better walk easyIm on some positive shit but I still walk greasyAint nothin changed, still aint sweetStand on one block, but I own the whole streetAnd on the whole street is dirty niggas wit funny movesLeavin your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudesRest of them ass kissers, is sensitive ass niggasFourth album, and I still get in that ass niggaHook 2x[verse 2]Its dark and hell is hot, flesh of my flesh, blood of my bloodAnd then there was xGot niggas like whats next and thenHit em again, you cats aint never gon winI was here before most of yall careers were bornIll be here when yall careers are gone, still strongDifference between right and wrong is meNiggas talk shit, but you cant mcWe already know how much your watch is worthTalk about, helpin the hurt, savin the churchWont you brag about helpin out where you come fromAnd give brothers a job that really want oneGotta think about that shit you said, you dont mean itI done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen itMost of you cats is type funnyBut when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon get type uglyHook 2x[verse 3]Man Im already knowin, like yall niggas is knowinYou cant ***** with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin, what!Seein is believin and well, lets just seeI aint even gon speak, one million the first weekAight, lets ask the streets, how many sold?What? three niggas, three months to go gold?Cmon esse, keep it real holmesYou *****in with the dog, you already knowThis aint nothin new, ***** is you mad at15 million, nah, nah, nah, nah, nahRest assured, Im best abroadYou can test billboard, cuz the, rest are fraudsI got 18 years under my belt, rappinLet me see, you was three, I was, makin it happenNext time we bump heads dont be hard headedShow some mother*****in respect *****, or youll all get itHook 2x
