Lyrics:
happens when you choose to not accept defeat and face your demons
Took me thirty years to realize that if you want to get the opportunity
To be
(yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know (know) what it's gon' be (be)
Messin' with a dog like me (me)
D to the M to the X (X)
Last I
Oh You drop a new album… Guess who don't give a fuck
And your Last one went platinum… Guess who don't give a fuck
And you Number one streaming… Guess
though you claim you were reared on the stooges
Your entire facade is a line that you feed to anorexic actresses
Who would have laughed at your jacked-up
Wanna be some kids?
Have you ever worked for somebody that ain't
Never wanna wanna meet your kids?
That's definitely a job, yeah
Plant, don't stop now in
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
the problem is I ain't the one
I will never be your dream girl
No lie I can't ever be your dream girl
Don't want no ring upon this finger
Those feelings
the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay
(Now I gotta deal with this shit)
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas)
Thinking dog can't pull
art.
I am breaking again
To your point of start.
Our bonds are equal to work of artist.
I am a stooge,
You're a ventriloquist.
I am still standing in
Christo
Man, almost forgot all the shit I said
Let me do that shit again trap
Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers
You hear me
It's 'bout
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
I'll shit on you
I'm a alcoholic, with the fuckin' toilet
Pass the hot dogs (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
I'm a keep
how can sick can one nigga be
you think im off that PCP but its Chewy!
a lot of niggas never heard of me
i said beware of me
now they scared of me
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Be careful who you call your friends
Some niggas close to you don't
Really wanna see you win (No, sir)
I say your dog ain't your
you get hit in your head, prrrat
Cause I ain't from the city of suckas
Philly is the city with plenty of gun busters
And I go by the name of the hustler
free
You'll see J-dog out there in the sea
You know where to find me at the hill I'll be
Home of the Bass Economy and yeah that's me
Break down all your
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on
I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs
Still on the bricks
I'm dealing with
go get some hood rats!
Chorus:
(Juvenile)
B.G. go on with your Dog A$$
Boy you know you wrong with Dog A$$
(B.G. aka Baby
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