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Who Likes Macka B Music? (Macka B)


If you come calling 
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name

Well, he's dreaming about
Intro by Beenie Man: 
It's a dancehall thing 

Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Verse 1:]
We be the live ones
You don't want to try son 
Cause the rhyme come
Like a nine gun
You can die young
Hide lungs
Til the seventh sign come
to your town
And don't be shame-faced, baby, 'cause it ain't no thang
I won't tell if you won't tell that you done rode the train
ROTTWEILER:
So don't try
a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by
and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em
Soon as spring break ho's home from college want to fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops
Soon as spring break ho's home from college want to fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops
Competition minds in the state of paranoia 
I said if you're scared, get a dog 
So by tomorrow you'll probably see 20 rappers walking with Rottweilers 
Your
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

[G-Dep]
Really, get
a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by
a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gun powder so they can devour
The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals
DAMN... niggaz
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

[G-Dep]
Really, get
with ice in his veins
My thought pattern is scattered playing Russian roulette
I'm a rottweiler, Excaliber, rock like Metallica
Got to be sargent,
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers
Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props
On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about
Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!)
'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill
If the shot turn your
Yeah, yeah
By 5 minutes
By 5 minutes

5 minutes she'll be suckin' dick
By 5 minutes she'll be takin' pics
By 5 minutes she'll be on my click
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
body smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm goin' all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta play by
the jealous niggaz fuck with us

(Chorus-Kastro)
We was taught, at all costs hold down fort
And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court
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