Ghostface Killah - Dogs Of War Lyrics

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Just keep away

Go on it's not your fight

It's not yours nigga fall back

I'm about to blow somethin' out here straight up

Yeah this is a family thing

We gon' handle our business and shit

These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that

This is real shit real talk

Four different niggaz with four different aspects nigga

This is family shit

Who the fuck said family ain't family no more nigga?

This is tight shit tighter than white in ya wallet

Yo I'm talkin' bags of heavy coke bracelets on every men

Innocent dope 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

Jumpin' out of UPS trucks blowin' niggaz off they feet

With four-four gloves rims spinnin' tippin' on fo-fo's

My mouth be worth millions somethin' 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 payin' the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter

Theodore ancient with dart flossin' them diamonds

Discussin' our hits over a glass of scotch

Baywatch bitches that ski take turns when they hand us the twat

Think not we still run the trains till the condom pop

On the low we still fuckin' them cops

Pretty things from all precincts Friday nights

We holdin' they glocks

This is family nigga 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

Ass bet niggaz run in yo cribs

I don't care if you blast for the cash then scramble yo wig

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I'm like "Damn what a wonderful kid"

I could do what I want doin' dirt not servin' a bid

You know a real fam handle they biz everybody get searched

From the grandpops down to the kids

And my time I'm officially here tell ya man

Go and start up ya car start shiftin' the gears

Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cuz niggaz is scared

Hopin' 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 everythin' dice games mini markets

Fam gon' spark it I'ma take whatever is in the pockets

Mostly the cash and the wallet slide off the jewels

'Cuz you shinin' begets and the diamonds

Never deny niggaz with iron yo

Aiyo chillin' 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 everythin' we a acre up

Barbequin' like a mutt we ain't taking nothin'

A high tech extremist Gatorade paid ya boy some money

To lay up on the low swinging beamers

I need to be an actorbut instead I'd rather be in Hempstead

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 'cuz 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

Swingin' all year round gettin' that money the American way

Might run up in yo weddin' grab the reverend and spray

And let the shots for whatever they may

This is family nigga minus the mob size

The resurrection of Toney Starks and Trife Dies' starrin' in Part 5

Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question

Try'na play hero getting stuck for they prized possessions

Look you starin' 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 through ya stomach like acid reflux

Get buried in ya cheap tux'

We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up

Been through a hundred townsand runnin' beatin' the streets up

Come up north in New York down in Miami pumpin'

At a table breakin' bread like a family

Florida where we follow the code of the streets

And breakin' the beats and we takin' the east

Never the least we invadin' the streets

Shakin' the beast we familiar for life

We don't run we grab knives my double edged spit life

My dogs is real tight shootin' 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 fuck you up

Chop you up put your body in the back of the truck

Osama Island we been wildin' see the violence

We display talent respect balance nigga Shaolin

It's a family

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