(Ja Rule) Fuck that, let's do it man, fuck that Cock back on these niggas man Fuck is wrong with these niggas The fuck is wrong with y'all niggas
(Black Child & Ja Rule) Yo, yo New York City, this crime capital It's right now, shit When niggas'll blast when we have to We'll match you nigga, a million or more Let's throw the trunk with roar, uncut, let's go on world tour In Maine, we was cookin up cocaine Cash was coming fast, missed the midnight train Fuck it, let's push the 600 down to Georgia Got a good lawyer, and enough guns for you Atlanta, GA, was like a holiday In VA, getting high, fucking all day The pressure was strenuous down in Texas Bubble Lexus into mako, made my exit Got on some next shit, feds get hetic in Arizona Blew up a sport town, kinda looked like Corona We sellin 3-5-7's with speed loaders In Minnesota, in South and North Dakota Nigga let's make these moves to Iowa In the Acura TL, with a hundred thou' for bail, for real From there we take it to Chi-Town, Al Capone style Dutches, white owls, moheads, crystal Pistols get packed in Pennsylvania Started a drug ring with liquid crack in containers Ja they gettin high yo, in Ohio I know yeah-yo go like indo in Idaho Let's hit the casino in Nevada Las Vegas, pull a heist that'll make the news and newspapers Then flee to Florida with Gloria from Istoria In a Ford Explorer and her cousin Nora Who work for me, put that extra key in her pussy We let her push the 850 to Mississippi Missouri, Montana, Wyoming, we zoning Nebraska got em open, illegal transporting Wisconsin, Colorado, Utah, Oregon Let's wash in Washington and start this motherfuckin war again It's on again in Boston, better get the fortune And start forcing extortion for your portion Cock back the porcelain make Michigan the murder state From Wisconsin to Compton, regulate every state North Carolina, South Carolina, doing drive-by's the black Pathfinders That's the reminder for niggas who don't remember shit All the dirt we did in Denver to get my niggas out the slammer In Alabama, lock down Louisiana, enter Indiana On some Oklahoma bombing shit, Tony Montana shit With predicates from Kansas to Connecticut They worthy, like car thieves in Jersey You lucky we let a nigga live in Kentucky Fired two guys for two pies, and ported rocks lovely Like my chocha Maryland always carrying Slangin raw for Marcus on the New Hamp shore Fuck the law, we doin sticks down in Vermont With the bullshit galore, with the broad in the front Nigga please, I just bought wifey the 430 Now we sip Henessy in Tennessee and drive dirty Headed to Hawaii getting high off Hawaiian We heavy with the iron, first nigga move is dying motherfucker
Yo, yo Nigga we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on, we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on
Ghetto gospel All thugs gotta pray Hear me Lord, yo
If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends God bless my family, and the bitch I bagged in the Camry and any extra guns that come in handy Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt But the Lord knows this world, is all fucked up (uh-huh) In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal To some crackers, we evil cause we livin lethal (Fuck 'em!) And anything we gots to get, gotsta get got NIGGA Even if somebody, gotsta get shot NIGGA Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block And I see the killer's still free, so fuck cops! (Fuck 'em) We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats When them shots pop, bitch cops, where they at? (uh-huh) Probably somewhere, at Dunkin Donuts while Black Child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed
*Now let me load my heat, before I go to sleep And pray to God I don't end up six feet deep Cause if I die, before I wake Let me die on some pape's and all my niggaz at my wake I said, if I die, before I wake Let me die on some pape's and all my bitches at my wake
God, please forgive me for all my sins Lord, please - Psalms 23
The Lord is my sheppard and the gun's my weapon Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed with protection (nigga) It's nothin on this earth, that my soldiers wore Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts Nigga we lust to bust, and guns we trust The gods copped me a path, now that's right-eous I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil Just threw the silencer, on my Desert Eagle Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy And thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in me Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gon' remember me Heh, Black Child, Black Child
* Repeat
Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray
Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach! All the thugs in the street got love for me Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.! I don't give a fuck nigga, I die for I-N-C And ride for, e'ybody that'll ride for me All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie when bottles of Remi, keep 'em so pissy
* Repeat
There's no lookin back Word to God Bless all my hood people, all my good people.. Aight c'mon nigga, let's go..
I saw you again for the first time Been a long time He brought out all these feelings That I never knew I had inside
Seeing you with another girl It didn't sit me with me too well And I'm mad at myself 'cause I love you And with or without you I'm goin' through hell
I don't think that I could shake ya So baby, can we make up (Yeah) I know that this is kind of crazy (Baby) But baby, I wanna make up
I don't think that I could shake ya So baby, can we make up (I don't think I could shake ya, baby) I know that this is kind of crazy (Crazy) But baby (But baby), I wanna make up
I never knew that I could love you How I love you I thought that I was through wit' you So glad that I could be single
Now I'm gone thinkin' 'bout the past And wish that we could just go back And I'm mad at myself 'cause I love you And I really want you to come on back
I don't think that I could shake ya (Yeah) So baby, can we make up up (Oh, I want you to come back to me bad) I know that this is kind of crazy (Hey, yeah) But baby, I wanna make up (Hey, yeah)
I don't think that I could shake ya (Ooh...ooh...) So baby, can we make up I know that this is kind of crazy (I don't think I could shake ya, baby) But baby (Hey, yeah), I wanna make up
I don't know if I'm crazy But all pain and the heartache you gave me Finally made me Wanna get back wit' you, oh...oh...oh...
You held her hand the way you held mine You felt her, uh, the way you felt mine And all the fightin' that we went through See, I was already used to it
I don't think that I could shake ya (Hey...ey...hey...ey...) So baby, can we make up I know that this is kind of crazy (Crazy) But baby (Yeah), I wanna make up (I wanna make up wit' you, babe)
I don't think that I could shake ya (I don't think I could shake ya, babe) So baby, can we make up (Ooh) I know that this is kind of crazy (Oh, oh, oh) But baby (Baby), I wanna make up
I don't think that I could shake ya (What did you do) So baby, can we make up (Ooh, you got me missin' you) I know that this is kind of crazy But baby, I wanna make up (Ooh)
I don't think that I could shake ya (Ooh) So baby (Baby), can we make up (Break up) I know that this is kind of crazy (Crazy) But baby (Baby), I wanna make up
Oh... La-la-la-la-la
I don't know what you did to me, boy But I want you so Come back now or I'll go crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy
(Chorus 1) (Sticky) my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns
Verse 1: (Sticky)
My dogs is my guns, they attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings if my glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet's the teeth keep my dogs starvin', they ain't ate in days keep my guns loaded, they can't wait to spray my glock is a Rot, my Four-Fifth is a Pit my D.E. a bullmaster, who wanna get bit? when my guns spark that means I let 'em loose in the park now let's see if your bite is as big as your bark my Nine against your Nine to the death, have a dogfight foamin' at the mouthpiece, run the streets all night my dogs turn to razors up North they don't wear collars, scratched the serial off no owner, no dogtag, my dogs is illegal they bite a hole in you so big you can see through my dogs will even bark at this whole click this a K-9, it eats it's own shit they tried to put him to sleep, kids scared to pet 'em I just say "sick 'em" and it pulls of and gets 'em
(Bridge) (Sticky) My fuckin' guns, my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! rob you doggystyle with the gun in your back! my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
(Chorus 2) (Blackchild) My dogs is my guns, they'll chase you if you run clear out the party, and bite somebody they got niggas goin' to war for the cause and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll a dog ain't a Man's best friend, it's a Mac Ten and my Mac Ten is my best friend it got niggas goin' to war for the cause and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
Verse 2: (Sticky)
I got two dogs, one named Nigga, one named Bitch Bitch is the one with the pretty gold clip Nigga's the one with the taped up grip I'll make 'em empty simultaneous 'till you get hit fuck fightin' in the streets, life is a struggle put on a silencer, now they're wearin' a muzzle I hate Puppies, little guns, I need power you small time, a .22, you a Chiwauwa teeth growin', bullets we never run out of my dogs mate with new guns, I feed 'em gun powder they ain't home trained, nor house broken mouth open, droolin', that means the barrel is smokin' I walk my dogs every night, prime-meridian bust under water, they can swim, amphibian turn 'em to a sawed-off, get their ears chopped off my automatics a Pit with the locked jaw.
(Chorus 2 2x) (Blackchild)
(Chorus 1) (Sticky)
my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns my dogs is my guns
(Bridge 2) (Sticky)
My dogs is my guns, I walk wit' 'em, talk wit 'em go to court wit 'em, always in Newyork wit' 'em I never leave 'em, eat wit' em, sleep wit' 'em sit 'em on the sink nigga, take a leak wit' 'em
(Bridge 1) (Sticky)
My dogs is my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! my dogs is my fuckin' guns! bust your dogs, it's your fuckin' guns!
