CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Get At Me Dog II
“Yeah, we right here dog”
“Where my dogs at?”
“We right here dog”
What must I go through, to show you, sh*t is real?
And I won’t ever give a damn f**k how b*t*hes feel (feel)
Rob your damn meal, not cause I want to, cause I have to (have to)
And don’t say I, didn’t warn you what them hands do
If you don't know who I am, sh*t you kiddin’ (kiddin')
I'm on some bullsh*t that's got me slappin', killas trippin’ (the f**k?)
I got my fam and them - to stay gritty, cause we from mean cities
Cuddy, this is homage, I’m askin - is you wit' me? (is you wit' me?)
Get you all the b*t*hes, and I’ll go commit the crime
For way too long, y’all been jockin’ out what’s mine (what's mine)
I'm aimin’ for your head, so pop out, let's make it happen
If it’s beef, then it’s beef, go out and grab a MAC friend
Bustin' off, dustin' off on all these b*t*hes
Knuckles hit ya mouth, I’m finna off these b*t*hes
Novice b*t*hes, who never just made a sound (sh*t)
Swing on me, you finna get laid the f**k down (ah) -
Y'all n***as wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all n***as wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all n***as want the real (get at me, dog)
(What? Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?)
Nowadays, it ain't lookin' too good for certain n***as
I'm hurtin' n***as (What you doin'?)
Robbin' n***as, j*rkin' n***as, stickin' n***as
'Cause they deserve it; when money got murdered
They know he died slow 'cause they heard it
The n***a ain't blew up the spot a while
And the motherf**ker ain't got shot in a while (You know)
It just takes a light up to f**k the night up (Yeah)
Blow everything in sight up (Boom)
f**k around and I'll have your ass right up (haha)
He makes up some sh*t, he wasn't able to stand
I got sh*t that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm facin' time
I've got a lot of dreams, but I'm not really chasin' mine
I soak it all up like a sittin' fly 'cause nowadays, gettin' by
Is nothin' more than an occasional meal and gettin' high
I live to die, that's where I'm headed
Let your man hold somethin', now it's all about you can get it
One in the back left your faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathing
But you dead from the waist down
The f**k is on your mind?
Talking that sh*t, that you be talking
And I bet you wish you never got hit
‘Cause you'd be walking
But sh*t happens and f**k it, you done did your dirt
n***as is wondering how the f**k you hid your skirt
Right under their eyes, that's a surprise to the guys
That one of their mans, was a b*t*h - in disguise
f**king with cats that order, more hits and slaughter more kids
Let me holla at you, yo, that Baltimore sh*t (ayo)
N’ahmean? I'm just robbing to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me, mobbing the street
When we're starving, we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk, about him not being on the 11-33 to New York
Transforming-ass n***as'll get it quick
And yo, for real, that n***a K can suck my d**k
And it's gon' take all these n***as
In the rap game to barely move me
Cause when I blow sh*t up
I have n***as falling like white b*t*hes in a scary movie
Ah, you know I don't know how to act
Get too close to n***as it's like, “Protected by Viper, stand back"
What is this? I thought you n***as was killers, demented
The f**k you want me to do with this coward?
Finish him - it's ended
“Where my dogs at?”
“We right here dog”
What must I go through, to show you, sh*t is real?
And I won’t ever give a damn f**k how b*t*hes feel (feel)
Rob your damn meal, not cause I want to, cause I have to (have to)
And don’t say I, didn’t warn you what them hands do
If you don't know who I am, sh*t you kiddin’ (kiddin')
I'm on some bullsh*t that's got me slappin', killas trippin’ (the f**k?)
I got my fam and them - to stay gritty, cause we from mean cities
Cuddy, this is homage, I’m askin - is you wit' me? (is you wit' me?)
Get you all the b*t*hes, and I’ll go commit the crime
For way too long, y’all been jockin’ out what’s mine (what's mine)
I'm aimin’ for your head, so pop out, let's make it happen
If it’s beef, then it’s beef, go out and grab a MAC friend
Bustin' off, dustin' off on all these b*t*hes
Knuckles hit ya mouth, I’m finna off these b*t*hes
Novice b*t*hes, who never just made a sound (sh*t)
Swing on me, you finna get laid the f**k down (ah) -
Y'all n***as wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all n***as wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all n***as want the real (get at me, dog)
(What? Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?)
Nowadays, it ain't lookin' too good for certain n***as
I'm hurtin' n***as (What you doin'?)
Robbin' n***as, j*rkin' n***as, stickin' n***as
'Cause they deserve it; when money got murdered
They know he died slow 'cause they heard it
The n***a ain't blew up the spot a while
And the motherf**ker ain't got shot in a while (You know)
It just takes a light up to f**k the night up (Yeah)
Blow everything in sight up (Boom)
f**k around and I'll have your ass right up (haha)
He makes up some sh*t, he wasn't able to stand
I got sh*t that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm facin' time
I've got a lot of dreams, but I'm not really chasin' mine
I soak it all up like a sittin' fly 'cause nowadays, gettin' by
Is nothin' more than an occasional meal and gettin' high
I live to die, that's where I'm headed
Let your man hold somethin', now it's all about you can get it
One in the back left your faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathing
But you dead from the waist down
The f**k is on your mind?
Talking that sh*t, that you be talking
And I bet you wish you never got hit
‘Cause you'd be walking
But sh*t happens and f**k it, you done did your dirt
n***as is wondering how the f**k you hid your skirt
Right under their eyes, that's a surprise to the guys
That one of their mans, was a b*t*h - in disguise
f**king with cats that order, more hits and slaughter more kids
Let me holla at you, yo, that Baltimore sh*t (ayo)
N’ahmean? I'm just robbing to eat
And there's at least a thousand of us like me, mobbing the street
When we're starving, we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk, about him not being on the 11-33 to New York
Transforming-ass n***as'll get it quick
And yo, for real, that n***a K can suck my d**k
And it's gon' take all these n***as
In the rap game to barely move me
Cause when I blow sh*t up
I have n***as falling like white b*t*hes in a scary movie
Ah, you know I don't know how to act
Get too close to n***as it's like, “Protected by Viper, stand back"
What is this? I thought you n***as was killers, demented
The f**k you want me to do with this coward?
Finish him - it's ended
