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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
Lead Vocals
Sheek Louch
Vocals
B.T. Express
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Simmons
Composer
Sam Taylor
Composer
Damon Blackmon
Composer
Anthony Fields
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dame Grease
Producer
P.K.
Additional Producer
D'Anthony Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Darrin Dean
Executive Producer
Irv Gotti
Executive Producer
Joaquin Dean
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm right here dog, where my dogs at?
We right here dog, where my dogs at? I'm right here dog
[Verse 2]
What must I go through to show you shit is real?
And I ain't really never gave a fuck how **** feel
Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to
And don't make me show you what the MAC do
If you don't know by now then you slipping
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jacking, **** flipping
Let my man and them stay pretty but I'ma stay shitty
Cruddy, it's all for the money, is you with me?
Get the bitches and I'll commit the crime
And when it's on, we transform like Optimus Prime
I'll form the head, roll out, let's make it happen
If we ain't gon' get it with them, we'll take a cap
Busting off, dusting off the softest ****
Money with the biggest mouth, yo, let's off this ****
You know of this ****? Never made a sound
Breathe too fucking hard and you getting bust down
[Verse 3]
(Y'all **** wanna be killers)
Get at me dog
(Y'all **** wanna feel us)
Get at me dog
(Y'all **** want the real)
Get at me dog
What the deal?
[Verse 4]
(Y'all **** wanna be killers)
Get at me dog
(Y'all **** wanna feel us)
Get at me dog
(Y'all **** want the real)
Get at me dog
What the deal?
[Verse 5]
Nowadays it ain't looking too good for certain ****
I'm hurting **** (What you doing?)
Robbing ****, jerking ****, sticking **** 'cause they deserve it
When Money got murdered, they know he died slow
'Cause they heard it, 'cause the **** ain't blew up his spot in a while
And the motherfucker ain't got shot in a while
Just takes a light up to fuck the night up
Blow everything in sight up
Fuck around and I'll have your ass right up
And he makes up some shit you wasn't able to stand
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of the hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm facing time
I've got a lotta dreams but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly, 'cause nowadays getting by
Is nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
I live to die, that's where I'm headed
Let your man hold something, now it's all about you can get it
[Verse 6]
(Y'all **** wanna be killers)
Get at me dog
(Y'all **** wanna feel us)
Get at me dog
(Y'all **** want the real)
Get at me dog
What's the deal?
[Verse 7]
Went in the back left with your faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathing but you dead from the waist down
The fuck is on your mind? Talking that shit that you be talking
And I bet you wish you never got hit 'cause you'd be walking
But shit happens and fuck it, you done did your dirt
**** is wondering how the fuck you hid your skirt
Right under their eyes, like a surprise to the guys
That one of they mans was a bitch in disguise
Fucking with cats that order more hits and slaughter more kids
Let me holler at you, you know, that Baltimore shit
You know what I mean? 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 street, 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
[Verse 8]
Transforming ass ****'ll get it quick
And, yo, for real, that **** K can suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these **** in the rap game to barley move me
'Cause when I blow shit up, I have **** falling
Like white bitches in a scary movie
Ah, you know I don't know how to act, get too close to **** it's like
Protected by Viper, stand back
What's this? I thought you **** was killers
Demented, fuck you want me to do with this coward?
Finish him, let's end it
Written by: Anthony Fields, Blackmon Damon J, Damon Blackmon, Earl Simmons, Sam Taylor