(Yeah, I'm right here, dog) where my dogs at? (We right here, dog) where my dogs at? (I'm right here, dog)
What must I go through to show you shit is real? (Uh) And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggas feel (what?) Rob and I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to And don't make me show you what the MAC do (come on) If you don't know by now, then you slippin' I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin' Let my man and them stay pretty but I'ma stay shitty Cruddy, it's all for the money, is you wit' me? Get the bitches, and I'll commit the crime (uh-huh) And when it's on, we transform like Optimus Prime I'll form the head, roll out, let's make it happen (let's go) If we ain't gonna get it wit' them, we'll take your cap Bustin' off, dusting off the softest niggas Money with the biggest mouth, yo, let's off this nigga Up North this nigga never made a sound Breathe too fucking hard and you getting bust down
Yo, yo, y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas want the real (get at me, dog) (Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?) Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas want the real (get at me, dog) (Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?)
Nowadays, it ain't looking too good For certain niggas, I'm hurting niggas (What you doing?) Robbing niggas, jerking niggas, sticking niggas Cause they deserve it, when money got murdered They know he died slow 'cause they heard it The nigga ain't blew up the spot in a while And the motherfucker ain't got shot in a while (you know?) Just takes a light up to fuck the night up Blow everything in sight up, fuck around and I'll have your ass right up When you mention some shit you wasn't able to stand I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand The days are longer and it seems like I'm facing time I've got a lot of dreams, but I'm not really chasing mine I soak it all up like a sitting fly 'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high I live to die, that's where I'm headed Let your man hold something, now it's all about you can get it
Y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog) Y'all niggas want the real (get at me, dog) (What? Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?)
One in the back left your faggot ass face down Lucky that you breathing, but you dead from the waist down The fuck is on your mind? Talking that shit that you be talking And I bet you wish you never got hit 'cause you'd be walking But shit happens and fuck it, you done did your dirt Niggas is wondering how the fuck you hid your skirt Right under their eyes, that's a surprise to the guys That one of their mans was a bitch in disguise Fucking with cats that order more hits and slaughter more kids Let me holla at you, yo, that Baltimore shit (ayo) Yeah mean? I'm just robbing to eat And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbing the street When we're starving, we eat whatever's there Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair Blood stains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk After the talk about him not being on the 11-33 to New York Transforming-ass niggas'll get it quick And yo, for real, that nigga K can suck my dick And it's gon' take all these niggas in the rap game to barely move me 'Cause when I blow shit up, I have niggas falling Like white bitches in a scary movie Ah, you know I don't know how to act Get too close to niggas it's like, "protected by Viper, stand back" What's this? I thought you niggas was killers, demented The fuck you want me to do with this coward? Finish him, it's ended
Writer/s: Anthony Field, Damon Blackmon, Earl Simmons, Sammy Taylor
Publisher: BEHIND THE ROPES ENTERTAINMENT, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Phil Oakey recorded his vocals for "Don't You Want Me" in the studio bathroom. The recording was disrupted by guitarist Jo Callis reaching through an open window from outside to repeatedly flush one of the toilets.