One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest Rap artist and I'ma start this Shit up for real, get up and feel, my words I make herbs split up and squeal Ill, is all I've been hearing lately Niggas hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl Too late for that 911 call Niggas stay beefing but a lot of them bluffing But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs You think a lot of them tough? That's just a front When I hit them niggas like 'What you want?' The battle turns into a hunt With the dog right behind niggas chasing 'em down We all knew that you was pussy But I'm tasting it now And never give a dog blood, 'cause raw blood will have a dog bite Biting whatever, all up in ya gut Give it to them raw like that And ain't no love I do 'em all like that Four right up in they back (Clack, clack) Close your eyes baby, it's over Forget it, happened in front off your buildin' but Nobody knows who did it (What) Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Where my dogs at? What what Niggas is pussy Keep 'em running from the Werewolf, oh Howling at the moon on the roof Eh, ah, no, get 'em Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him Give me the bat, let me split him I'll have 'em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back, strike back Left him like that, laying up with the white hat Getting right back at ya when I snatch ya Up out the grave, nothing but bones and ashes Hitting niggas with gashes to the head Straight to the white meat but the street stay red But this girl gave me head for free 'Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003 That nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He ran through like 20 G's, thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you get for thinking and eventually Found that's what you get for stinking Blowing up the spot when you rot Plus if it gets hot they know you dead Four squared box Hit 'em with the ox to the grill Eh, ah, kill nigga kill Yet still they don't know I'ma rob That nigga DMX is a motherfucking problem Alright