| Interviewer: Yo I’m sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas.
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| DMX: Dog
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| Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real
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| DMX: Dog. |
| That’s my man and them
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| Interviewer: But I heard these Niggas is like
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| suppose to be lockin down the industry on some shit, on some power shit.
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| DMX: Dog that’s my mans and them
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| Interviewer: Eh DMX: So what I’m doin'
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| Interviewer: right, right
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| DMX: my mans and them is doin, because
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| Interviewer: right.
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| DMX: that’s my mans and them, ya know
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| Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: Now ya feel me?
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| Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: So you know when you fuckin with me Interveiwer: right, right
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| DMX: you fuckin wit
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| Interveiwer: oh oh, what are ya doin now?
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| DMX:
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| Told y’all niggaz
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| Ya just don’t listen
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| Why must you be hard headed
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| Tried to explain, but ya didn’t hear me though
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| Ya know, grrrrrr
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| Uh One two one two, come through run through
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| Gun who, oh you don’t know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet
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| Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
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| Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I’m the hardest
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| rap artist and I’ma start this
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| Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
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| I make herbs split up and squeal
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| Ill is all I’ve been hearin lately
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| Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
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| Too late for that 911 call
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| Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
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| But not me because I’ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
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| You think a lot of them tough
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| Not just for frotin
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| When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
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| the battle turns into a hunt
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| With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
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| We all knew that you was pussy
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| but I’m tastin it now
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| And never give a dog blood
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| because raw blood
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| I have a dog like one bitin whatever
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| All up in ya gut
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| Give it to them raw like that
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| and ain’t no love I do em all like that
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| Four right up in they back
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| Clak Clak
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| Close your eyes baby, it’s over
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| Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but
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| nobody knows who did it What
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| Where my dogs at?
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| What what
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| Where my dogs at?
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| Uh Where my dogs at?
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| What what
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| Where my dogs at?
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| Uh Where my dogs at?
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| What what
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| Where my dogs at?
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| Uh Where my dogs at?
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| What what
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| Niggas is pussy
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| Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
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| Howling at the moon on the roof
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| Eh, ah, no, get em Ten niggas on him, hope God’s with him
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| Give me the bat, let me split him
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| I’ll have em where the pillow and the casket won’t fit him
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| Only reason I did him, he wouldn’t fight back
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| Trieed to strike back
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| Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
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| Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
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| Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
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| Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
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| But this girl gave me head for free
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| Cause they see, who I’ma be by like 2003
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| That Nigga D took it there
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| He thought it was a joke
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| He went through like 20 G’s and thought that
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| I was broke, stupid
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| That’s what you get for thinkin and eventually
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| found that’s what you get for stinkin
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| Blowin up the spot when you rot
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| plus if it gets hot they know you dipped
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| for four squared blocks
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| Hit em with the ox to the grill
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| Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
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| Yet still they don’t know I’ma rob who
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| That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem
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| Aight |