Huh, I start cyphers for self in dark alleys I wreck shows lovely cause I got nine personalities I kick the real on ear woundin' tracks Your first mistake
minute ya fuck up you ruined it, ya know? Yo as young adolescents (a-ha) Mommy said we was so precious, I mean - who knew? Round to O.D. to heron and
my people hit me late on a monday night And said he settin' up his shop where we at, yeah right If you ever in tha south and you doin' some dirt First thing first
. Like the wind seen from the window, Seeing it but not being touched by it. * Words sometimes don't seem to mean much; Of anyone we've used more that
live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first Yeah!
never fucked wit me I want money hoes sex and weed I wont rest till my Row Doggs free Bomb First We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you
they first For what it's worth Murderers blast first Niggas respect Murder everywhere It's the streets Nobody's dancing in the streets Huh, the streets
Intro: Dogs for real Detroit, First we were scrubs now they want us to pay they bills Check it out Met shorty at the club she was kinda tight. Took
I love Say B.G., you need a hundred stack from Mack You'll need 20 jugs of water plus a whole gang of crack But firsts things first, find him, hit'
, eatin' octopus Wishin' they was on the blocks with us To watch me and P do it, put the heat to it Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it Bitches
to my school When you see my on the streets just chill and be cool So if you realy wanna be down - Don't crowd around a nigga like a hound! The hound-dogs
the grave or the penetentary? Oh god, don't let the reaper capture me I started off as a street thug Convicted felon with tatooes and street blood A second
get bonkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame So you better wear your armor flame on My dogs gon' stop, your dogs
shit but I still walk greasy Ain't nothin' changed, still ain't sweet Stand on one block, but I own the whole street And on the whole street is dirty
and drop hot wax on niggas My middle name Jason that means I'm capable of throwin' a mass on And ax niggas, y'all better ask niggas First name Mel, I mean
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers but this Bronx bombers Spitting flame so you better wear your armor Flame on! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) My dogs gon' stop; your dogs
I was born My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street Narcotic bomb preparer heroin provider I'm vicious, mean
's on the squad, all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets