Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Match, artist - Eve. Date of issue: 13.09.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dog Match |
| Ugh! |
| Ugh! |
| Ugh! |
| Now for every real dog, there’s that bitch that’s behind him |
| That bitch that when that nigga get to missin'. |
| she gon' find him |
| Old girl gonna stand with the dog, hand in hand with the dog |
| And whatever the fuck went down she ran with the dog |
| First time I had a match and didn’t scratch |
| You catch just loss half you niggas, but the punk can fetch |
| And I know my baby girl is gonna stretch |
| Any rappin' motherfucker, male or female, place your bets |
| You can imagine what the bloodline is like |
| Since I love mine to fight, I’m on some shit like what time tonight |
| Y’all niggas can’t be for real, 'cause any one of you faggots |
| Will catch a face full of lead, bitch, you shouldn’t be faggots |
| Fuckin' maggots, once you have it, as good as I got it |
| I know my hands is in my pockets, but Eve got you spotted |
| Red dotted, Eve didn’t before the Dog |
| Nothin' but a walk in the park |
| Always been the bitch that could roll with a thug and wipe up the blood |
| Roll in the mud with your other ducks, nigga what? |
| What you need when the chips is down |
| I’ll abide on the stand when evidence is found |
| I give pound to ya niggas they respect this bitch |
| I spit rounds at your enemy no less than six |
| Always keep the extra clip Dog taught me well |
| The extra eyes on your team I see who’s next to fail |
| Always hold your back up, I pick it up when you slack up |
| And if attention gets to close I tell the world to back up |
| Bind too tight, rhymes who ride? |
| Bitch and you livin' nigga lessons through life |
| Fuckin' with the dog he’s the master |
| Plus he’s gonna show me how to blast ya, bullets hit you then pass you |
| Split you then stash you, the game is real |
| E-V-E, DMX, the name’s for real, uh |
| Fuckin' with the dog man niggas keep beefin' |
| Eve will hold it down now, niggas can believe (Woo!) |
| Quick as niggas come and quick as they’ll be leavin' (Ugh!) |
| Paramedics on your chest, pushin' and breathin' |
| Fuckin' with the dog man niggas keep beefin' |
| Eve will hold it down now, niggas can believe (Woo!) |
| Quick as niggas come and quick as they’ll be leavin' (Ugh!) |
| Paramedics on your chest, pushin' and breathin' |
| Get 'em girl, ha-ha, that’s my baby |
| I’ma put the bitch down, 'cause the boy got rabies |
| All my pups is crazy, 'cause off the leash |
| They can eat, stand a match for three hours at least |
| And if the beast is in the big one, the beast is in the little ones |
| Talkin' 'bout let’s hit him soon, fuckin' with the little guns |
| Y’all niggas had a little run, what more do you want? |
| For your fans you can front, but the dog is on the hunt |
| You know I’m at the door point fox rippin' 'em out |
| And you’re the only one that can tame me when I’m flippin' 'em out |
| Bite’s lethal, no recovering I spits no other than acid |
| Up against the top contenders none of them lasted |
| This bitch gon' always hold you down, keep the cowards thinking twice |
| I keeps it gritty, nigga, never think that love is life |
| Turnin' my back is something cats would do, I never take flight |
| 'Cause any breed he puts me up against, this bitch is gonna bite |
| Fuckin' with the dog man niggas keep beefin' |
| Eve will hold it down now, niggas can believe (Woo!) |
| Quick as niggas come and quick as they’ll be leavin' (Ugh!) |
| Paramedics on your chest, pushin' and breathin' |
| Fuckin' with the dog man niggas keep beefin' |
| Eve will hold it down now, niggas can believe (Woo!) |
| Quick as niggas come and quick as they’ll be leavin' (Ugh!) |
| Paramedics on your chest, pushin' and breathin' |
| Fuckin' with the dog man niggas keep beefin' |
| Eve will hold it down now, niggas can believe (Woo!) |
| Quick as niggas come and quick as they’ll be leavin' (Ugh!) |
| Paramedics on your chest, pushin' and breathin' |
| Fuckin' with the dog man niggas keep beefin' |
| Eve will hold it down now, niggas can believe (Woo!) |
| Quick as niggas come and quick as they’ll be leavin' (Ugh!) |
| Paramedics on your chest, pushin' and breathin' |
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