Mobb Deep - Dog Shit Lyrics
(feat. Nas)[Hook]Dog shit, I shit you notYou bring that larceny, danger or harm around meDog shit, listen to me goodWe the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood[Verse 1 - Havoc]I'm the epitome slimeball, ***** up out my eyesight***** is on your brain dog shit, I'm not the clown typeDie ‘fore I let a nigga play me, like I'm baby shitDog shit, you def dumb or blind, I'm the craziestMost Infamous outta NY, jealous of my shine, the truth is in your eyesYou wanna be down, I might allow you to work for meThe keywords: “work for meâ€Â, I put your ass in surgeryEver step outta line, forget who boat you rideForget who train you rideForget who flag you flyRead the name on it, Mobb deepP and Hav' run this, employees get fire with some gun fire if it call for itA thousand niggas couldn't stop me once I get to goingYou can have a nation of millions, still wouldn't hold me backStill wouldn't be leathal as Bun B the MacMatter fact…[Hook]Dog shit, I shit you notYou bring that larceny, danger or harm around meDog shit, listen to me goodWe the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood[Verse 2 - Prodigy]Once we get it goings team running over themDrunk off the drama, aint no way you can sober them***** outta here, you outta so leftSlugs leave a nigga open like a coke sniffYou nah music, got these niggas into dope fiendsNo intervention could get them off the ODGrand goon, all my fans, you seen loyalDedicated in the cut, wait weeks for youAnd when they finally discover youThey gon need a dental record, you've been dead a month or twoPost mortem, shirvelled up, how dare usWe penalise traitors and only hail trustInhale piff and guzzle white liquorI dont know you, you don't know me, you's a lie, niggaI can see the tears in ya eye, you aint see nothing till you seen a grown man cry[Hook][Verse 3 - Nas]Yo, every gang, every hood's in my veinsIt's my thing, it's real, I'm in tuneI chill like the cold side of the moonSilence you dudes like an empty roomEmpty out with silencersYou get murdered like how it was in a saloonAnastasia that isHaters can't live, talkin about they putting 8 in my wigI got my dollars up, try ya luck, you die, no trial for usCourt appointed lawyers as foul as ***** and I'm too flyCause when you're locked in prison, you're clock stop tickingNow, you came home, the same age you went inMentality wise, get iller when boxed inFresh home, and right up top, you get it poppinFreedom is a vitue, niggas hanging way past they parole curfewBlowing on that purple, know my street ties, beef wiseI let three fly over ya head, Welcome home PLet gets get this bread, Dog shit[Hook]
