Lyrics:
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
want a boy
So she raised him as a queen
Now little Billy Joe
Would be Billy Jean Queen
Billy's at home
Getting watched by a Teen
But the mama doesn't
[Louis Logic]
Whatcha think cause ya neck and ya wrist go bling
That ya shit don't stink? Faggot asses doin' the Sisqo thing in a thong
y'all ain't
of the stu for being sloppy
Joe$ya mane
Don't treat music like it's a hobby
Beat sales going crazy man they cop it like is molly
And the beats hit hard like
On the block for a minute
And I, won't stop 'til I get it, get it
Comin widdit like the Punisher
Gettin all up in your stomach uhh huh, my bad
Gettin focused now
seeker
You hotboy? I suggest you chill
Too many Wayne's in the game, and I won't rest until
I kill them all, psyche, im kiddin' dawg
I wouldn't actually
Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music play
This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys around the way
So def it won't get
at the table
Where my wife usually sits
On his second cup
He whispers, "This'll do the trick"
And downs the coffee all in one
He says my work 'round here won't
energies floating by?
You ain't gotta pick them all
Some energies people are gonna go and pick
Won't fit them all
Some energies dem evil in disguise
your shit, y'all don't know shit
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittin' that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
So don't be
Daadaa mo de blah blah
You are all talk won't do a thing
Shorty see, yɛn y'ani abue oo
So your hoe ass won't fool a pimp
Pull a slick move where ma clique
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
model
She says your earing look at
That thing that's even bigger
Than the rock on my ring
Now she gotta man who plays for the hawks
I'm like cum
rating). Our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...
and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible
Daadaa mode blah blah, you are all talk won't do a thing
Shorty see, yɛn yani abue oo so your hoe ass won't fool a pimp
Pull a slick move
Where ma clique
the whip, but he won't whip us
So the world says no?
Well the kids do too
Try to walk all over us
We'll stomp all over you
Can they kick us out?
say, mi root an' da
Mi say, di man a Ranking Joe come make
You wiggle pon your toe
For mi say, tic tac-toe, mi say
Dem all in a row mi say
I pupa Demus
light
So why the fuck you don't
Think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
Doin my thing, kid
(What's all this rhymin about God
What you're tryin to do, man?)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(You a reverend or something?
Tryin
could start all over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil' ass gee
A fool, a lil' ass gee
Yo
off the boxes at your front door
Yeah I?m your Average Joe
Never made a ton of money
Just enough to get us by
But the things that make me rich
Is this
Man I miss my dawgs
Mawmaw Myrtle
Mawmaw Pat, that's real
Uncle Joe
Lil Mike
My nigga Lance, thats real
That Katrina storm
Destroyed our home
Left
rich in America
And we all just tryin' to make it
All around the world
For those who never mistake it
Ain't no place like America
And your pride get hard
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