| I give a fuck about the next nigga
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| I’m in the game for the check and the sex nigga
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| You think you hard when they calling you the best nigga?
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| Put that Tec to ya neck
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| Get out the Lex nigga
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| Driving down the boulevard in BX nigga?
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| Fuck your bitches
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| Send your ass home wet, nigga
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| Ill niggas from the projects
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| Little niggas carry Macs and Tecs
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| Homicidal for respect
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| With bigger hearts than King Kong
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| Kill a mother fucker on spites the theme song
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| For having that bling on
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| New York city streets is worse than Vietnam
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| Ring the alarm
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| Tim Dog is back
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| All you bitches get naked
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| All you niggas stay strapped
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| I ain’t KRS, but it’s return of the boom bap
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| Niggas talk shit get a hole in the fitted cap
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| Just like that
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| Just like this
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| Give a fuck about your feeling
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| Nigga suck my dick
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| All you faggot ass DJs won’t play my joint
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| I ain’t gonna talk
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| I’ll let the nine prove my point
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| And you cornball rappers wanna do a duet
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| Nigga bring you bitch and bring your check
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| How you been in the game for a year and you a vet?
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| When I look on the charts I don’t see no threat
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| The most hated emcee
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| Even hated by my brother
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| Fuck the source
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| They can keep the cover
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| I’m the illest nigga alive
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| «Why?» |
| you say
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| I dissed the west coast and I moved to L. A
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| Yea!
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| I don’t give a fuck mother fucker
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| I spit bombs
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| Niggas got beef with Dog
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| Shits on
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| We can throw hands or bottles or shoot guns
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| Niggas want to keep it on the stage and spit one
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| But I gotta tell you when your ass is done
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| I’m a burn emcees like the sun
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| Ya’ll niggas better run
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| When Tim Dog come to gun
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| I be dissing emcees for fun
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| A lot of niggas be biting shit
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| They run around in the game like they mother fucking nice and shit
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| Everybody know where Snoop got the D-O-G
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| And niggas know DMX got the bark from me
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| But you all want to say I hate
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| Check my resume bitch
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| Go back to '88
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| First Dog in the game
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| First Dog with the name
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| First up in the bitch
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| I’m in the Hall of Fame
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| You in the Hall of Shame
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| Ya all the same
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| While I was born to fam
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| I’m in the Hall of Game
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| Ya’ll some mother fucking swagger-jackers
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| Running after the sales of these crackers
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| And these fucking backpackers
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| And now you want to hate on me
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| Mark my words nigga
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| I’m the original D-O-G
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| I’m the sickest nigga
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| Got the baddest bitches, nigga
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| Niggas hire me for dissing
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| Cause I’m quick to diss a nigga
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| And quick to stick a nigga for his fucking riches, nigga
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| Digging on your fucking grave
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| Make you shit your britches, nigga
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| I rain on you niggas to hurt you
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| Nigga i ain’t drunk of the Cristal
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| High off the purple
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| I’m focused, man
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| And I’m hungry as fuck
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| And you faggot ass rappers done pushed your luck
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| I’m a get you for your jewels
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| And get you for your truck
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| I’m a get you till your very last God damn buck
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| And show the industry that your wack as fuck
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| BX mother fucker
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| What’s up?
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| Up town niggas are the craziest
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| West side niggas are the craziest
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| South Bronx niggas are the craziest
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| From Hunts Point to Co-op
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| We invented Hip-Hop
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| BX and we ain’t gonna stop
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| Our body guard’s a Glock and not a cop
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| Our rhymes are hot, your rhymes is not
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| Ya’ll mother fuckers stop 'fore your ass get shot
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| I’m the D-O-G and your ass is not |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BX We Invented Hip-Hop , by - Tim Dog. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп