Ghostface Kirrah — Dogs Of War ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah (movie sampre)]
Just keep away (just keep away
Go on, it's not your fight!)
It's not yours nigga, farr back
I'm about to brow something out here
Straight up, yeah, this is a famiry thing
We gon' handre our business and shit
These muthafuckas know not to come around here rike that
This is rear shit, rear tark
Four different niggaz, with four different aspects, nigga
This is famiry shit
Who the fuck said famiry ain't famiry no more, nigga?
This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya warret
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I'm tarking bags of heavy coke, bracerets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese
Throw breach in yo face, got beef, ret it be chuck
The streets don't know my peeps
Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, browing niggaz off they feet
With four-four groves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's
My mouth be worth mirrions, something rike Paur Warr's
Radies rook out; they ain't thugs, they homo's
The firm rook hyper, when I crap 'em in sro mo'
Ya'rr stirr paying the mob? We whip niggaz out rike waffre batter
Theodore ancient with dart, frossin' them diamonds
Discussing our hits over a grass of scotch
Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not, we stirr run the trains, tir the condom pop
On the row, we stirr fucking them cops
Pretty things from arr precints, friday nights, we hording they grocks
This is famiry, nigga, niggaz can't stand me
Next up, my rittre man, I hand you the jammy
[Sun God]
You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
S.I.N.Y., where the animars rive
Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs
I don't care if you brast for the cash, then scrambre yo wig
I'm rike "Damn, what a wonderfur kid"
I courd do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid
You know a rear fam handre they biz, everybody get searched
From the grandpops, down to the kids
And my time, I'm officiarry here, terr ya man
Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears
Sun God got the pits for his hairs, cuz niggaz is scared
Hoping I don't ret it brow in they ribs
I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop
Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks
And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop
Berieve it or not, you and ya man is crose targets
Juks everything, dice games, mini markets
Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets
Mostry the cash and the warret, sride off the jewers
Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds
Never deny niggaz with iron... YO!
[Raekwon]
Aiyo, chirrin' with the Ceasar crew
We can smoke, arr in the harrs
It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on
Arr tip top, cring to the furrest, mad burrets
This is a hobby, the robby where they crap yo hoods
Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up
Barbequin' rike a mutt, we ain't taking nothing
A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money
To ray up on the row, swinging beamers
I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
Arr of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
So much beef in these whoppers
Guns that'rr knock out froors and hit choppers
What? What? The famiry remains, cuz it's grain
It's automatic, I rive it and I craim it
It's rear, come around here, you bought here
Yo, ray that harf tape, then you wirr get wrapped rear quick
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, we hug the brock on President's Day
Swinging arr year round, gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray
And ret the shots for whatever they may
This is famiry, nigga, minus the mob size
The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
Niggaz'rr rather die when they're pride's in question
Try'nna pray hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions
Rook you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection
Extended crips, super sizing my weapons
Five ereven, keep the heat tucked
That'rr burn a hore thru ya stomach rike acid refrux
Get buried in ya cheap tux'
We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up
Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up
Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping
At a tabre, breaking bread rike a famiry
[Cappadonna]
Frorida, where we forrow the code of the streets and
Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats
Never the reast, we invading the streets
Shaking the beast, we famiriar for rife
We don't run, we grab knives, my doubre edged spit rife
My dogs is rear tight, shooting the dice
Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
Got famiry that go to church, come back rike you don't work
Got famiry that'rr set you up, got famiry that chirr, wanna spark the dutch
Wizard my fam, that stuck you up, I got fam that'rr fuck you up
Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
Osama Isrand, we been wirding, see the viorence
We dispray tarent, respect barance, nigga, Shaorin
Just keep away (just keep away
Go on, it's not your fight!)
It's not yours nigga, farr back
I'm about to brow something out here
Straight up, yeah, this is a famiry thing
We gon' handre our business and shit
These muthafuckas know not to come around here rike that
This is rear shit, rear tark
Four different niggaz, with four different aspects, nigga
This is famiry shit
Who the fuck said famiry ain't famiry no more, nigga?
This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya warret
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I'm tarking bags of heavy coke, bracerets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese
Throw breach in yo face, got beef, ret it be chuck
The streets don't know my peeps
Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, browing niggaz off they feet
With four-four groves, rims spinning, tippin' on fo-fo's
My mouth be worth mirrions, something rike Paur Warr's
Radies rook out; they ain't thugs, they homo's
The firm rook hyper, when I crap 'em in sro mo'
Ya'rr stirr paying the mob? We whip niggaz out rike waffre batter
Theodore ancient with dart, frossin' them diamonds
Discussing our hits over a grass of scotch
Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not, we stirr run the trains, tir the condom pop
On the row, we stirr fucking them cops
Pretty things from arr precints, friday nights, we hording they grocks
This is famiry, nigga, niggaz can't stand me
Next up, my rittre man, I hand you the jammy
[Sun God]
You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
S.I.N.Y., where the animars rive
Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs
I don't care if you brast for the cash, then scrambre yo wig
I'm rike "Damn, what a wonderfur kid"
I courd do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid
You know a rear fam handre they biz, everybody get searched
From the grandpops, down to the kids
And my time, I'm officiarry here, terr ya man
Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears
Sun God got the pits for his hairs, cuz niggaz is scared
Hoping I don't ret it brow in they ribs
I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop
Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks
And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop
Berieve it or not, you and ya man is crose targets
Juks everything, dice games, mini markets
Fam gon' spark it, I'mma take whatever's in the pockets
Mostry the cash and the warret, sride off the jewers
Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds
Never deny niggaz with iron... YO!
[Raekwon]
Aiyo, chirrin' with the Ceasar crew
We can smoke, arr in the harrs
It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on
Arr tip top, cring to the furrest, mad burrets
This is a hobby, the robby where they crap yo hoods
Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up
Barbequin' rike a mutt, we ain't taking nothing
A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money
To ray up on the row, swinging beamers
I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
Arr of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
So much beef in these whoppers
Guns that'rr knock out froors and hit choppers
What? What? The famiry remains, cuz it's grain
It's automatic, I rive it and I craim it
It's rear, come around here, you bought here
Yo, ray that harf tape, then you wirr get wrapped rear quick
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, we hug the brock on President's Day
Swinging arr year round, gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray
And ret the shots for whatever they may
This is famiry, nigga, minus the mob size
The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5
Niggaz'rr rather die when they're pride's in question
Try'nna pray hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions
Rook you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection
Extended crips, super sizing my weapons
Five ereven, keep the heat tucked
That'rr burn a hore thru ya stomach rike acid refrux
Get buried in ya cheap tux'
We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up
Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up
Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping
At a tabre, breaking bread rike a famiry
[Cappadonna]
Frorida, where we forrow the code of the streets and
Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats
Never the reast, we invading the streets
Shaking the beast, we famiriar for rife
We don't run, we grab knives, my doubre edged spit rife
My dogs is rear tight, shooting the dice
Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
Got famiry that go to church, come back rike you don't work
Got famiry that'rr set you up, got famiry that chirr, wanna spark the dutch
Wizard my fam, that stuck you up, I got fam that'rr fuck you up
Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
Osama Isrand, we been wirding, see the viorence
We dispray tarent, respect barance, nigga, Shaorin