โหลดเพลง mp3 Dogs Of War - Ghostface Killah

Dogs Of War - Ghostface Killah
Written by：Dennis Coles/Peter Phillips/D. Hills/Corey Woods/T. Bailey/S Stewart
Just keep away

Go on it's not your fight
It's not yours ni**a fall back

I'm about to blow something out here

Straight up yeah this is a family thing

We gone handle our business and sh*t

These muthaf**kas know not to come around here like that
This is real sh*t real talk
Four different niggaz with four different aspects ni**a
This is family sh*t
Who the f**k said family ain't family no more ni**a
This is tight sh*t tighter than white in ya wallet
Yo I'm talking bags of heavy coke bracelets on every men
Innocent d**e pushers over night king pins
Indeed we smack niggaz up for their cheese
Throw bleach in yo face got beef let it be chuck
The streets don't know my peeps
Jumping out of ups trucks blowing niggaz off they feet
With four four gloves rims spinning tipping on fo fo's
My mouth be worth millions something like Paul wall's
Ladies look out they ain't thugs they homo's
The film look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo'
Ya'll still paying the mob we whip niggaz out like waffle batter
Theodore ancient with dart flossing them diamonds
Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch
Baywatch b**ches that ski take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not we still run the trains til the condom pop
On the low we still f**king them cops
Pretty things from all precints Friday nights we holding they glocks
This is family ni**a niggaz can't stand me
Next up my little man I hand you the jammy
You know the fam what it is it is what it is
S I N Y where the animals live
A** bet niggaz run in yo cribs
I don't care if you blast for the cash then scramble yo wig
I'm like damn what a wonderful kid
I could do what I want doing dirt not serving a bid
You know a real fam handle they biz everybody get searched
From the grand pops down to the kids
And my time I'm officially here tell ya man
Go and start up ya car start shifting the gears
Sun god got the pits for his hairs craze niggaz is scared
Hoping I don't let it blow 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
Believe it or not you and ya man is close targets
Juks everything dice games mini markets
Fam gone spark it I'mma take whatever's in the pockets
Mostly the cash and the wallet slide off the jewels
Craze you shining begets and the diamonds
Never deny niggaz with iron yo

Aiyo chilling with the Ceasar crew
We can smoke all in the halls
It's how many niggaz with guns got 'em on
All tip top cling to the fullest mad bullets
This is a hobby the lobby where they clap yo hoods
Get the paper word to everything we a acre up
Barbequing like a mutt we ain't taking nothing
A high tech extremist Gatorade paid ya boy some money
To lay up on the low swinging beamers
I need to be an actor but instead I'd rather be in h**p stead
All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
So much beef in these whoppers
Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers

What what the family remains craze it's grain
It's automatic I live it and I claim it
It's real come around here you bought here
Yo lay that half tape then you will get wrapped real quick
Aiyo we hug the block on president's day
Swinging all year round getting that money the American way
Might run up in yo wedding grab the reverand and spray
And let the shots for whatever they may
This is family ni**a minus the mob size
The resurrection of honey starks trife dies' starring in part 5
Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question
Try'nna play hero getting stuck for they prized possessions
Look you staring in the eyes of oppression that's why I ride with protection
Extended clips super sizing my weapons
Five eleven keep the heat tucked
That'll burn a hole thru ya stomach like acid reflux
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 table breaking bread like a family
Florida where we follow the code of the streets and
Breaking the beats and we taking the eats
Never the least we invading the streets
Shaking the beast we familiar for life
We don't run we grab knives my double edged spit life
My dogs is real tight shooting the dice
Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
Got family that go to church come back like you don't work
Got family that'll set you up got family that chill wanna spark the dutch

Wizard my fam that stuck you up I got fam that'll f**k you up
Chop you up put your body in the back of the truck
Osama Island we been wilding see the violence
We display talent respect balance ni**a Shaolin

This is family