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[Ke$ha]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night you won't remember
I'll be the one you won't forget

you on a shirt boy
Yeah the knife dirty
But I promise that it work boy

Welcome to the dog park
Bet you know by now
That's it's me
When the dog bark

Tremendous

Brotha Lynch Hung, Sicx

Southwest Riders

1997

mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

I'm Martiese with great flair
You gon know that I'm the realest
Motherfucker you gon know that I'm the truest
I'm a pitbull bully these bozos by

zun (Duro, duro, duro)
Entre tú y yo, zun, zun
Perdiendo el temor (¡Pitbull!; ¡wuh!)

I ain't playing when I'm saying the words this means
I got

really you're killing me smalls an I might use
A Pitbull to snatch your fuckin chain, only U-God
Can really judge my name so I Wu Tang the way A con should

Biggie really you're killing me smalls an I might use
A Pitbull to snatch your fuckin chain, only U-God
Can really judge my name so I Wu Tang the way A con

Call me Switchblade
I ain't never meant to change on you, just to switch place
Cutting on my Switchblade
Mistake me cuz I switched lanes
Bish call me

Bounce

Juvenile

Hood Radio, Vol. 1

2003

got the money in the case, 45 in the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gate
Could you believe a nigga feelin like he still ain't ate?

Never know when the glove gonna actually fit you
Walk down the street wit your pitbull 
And that's the advice imma give you

Watch out homie there's a cop

Pistol Pistol

D12

Devil's Night [Import Bonus CD]

2001

to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you
You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible

Throw Yo Hood Up

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

pitbulls for your big backyard
Now let me be frank with you, in this game
You betta have a lotta homies, some straps an a tank
With you, 'cause these

deep like dimples
Small drops in the waters ripple
Can't walk with a fake I go cripple
Please don't talk about me
Unless you got comments on my artistry

never fronted or cutted no corners
To be called the truth rather you call me liar
If you can get her to choose she expired
Cause I do not need no bad

U Can't Fade Me

Spice 1

Immortalized

1999

and smiled
I dropped my stout, then everything went blank
"Had a baby by you, the neighborhood skank?"
She said, "Yeah, don't you remember that day?"
I

dijo que sí

¿Cómo así? ¿Entonces qué tú haces por aquí?
Tú me lo paraste, el taxi, siéntate aquí
Can I get a kissy? Can I get a hickey?
You look

like a pitbull
I just dropped me a bag when it was November
You look in my pockets they still full
Don't talk if they asking you questions you don't talk

Tremendous

Sicx

If These Walls Could Talk

mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,

said, bitch, you got me fucked up
Hand up on my blade
Cause Imma die with my respect, and that respect is nothing less than what you gave
You

(Why are you an alien?)

Because I'm treated like a Klingon
I get stabbed in the back as I'm beat on
By these non-natives, they call me

Its Pitbull, Lil Jon
Its my way of paying you back dog
For all the love that you gave me

I'll be more than happy
To show you how I rap
Who I am,

Stick Ya Hands Up

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

looking for a couple more
So if you get in my way, we got beef, and I'ma gut you like a fish, with my razor sharp teeth
I'm a pit-bull without a muzzle,

me, uh
Bitches say "I miss you Dirty, I'll never forget you"
All these soft niggas bout to re-up on they tissue
Never was the type to never speak up