Lyrics to Dog Shit
[feat. Nas]
[Intro: Prodigy]
Whattup, son?
Whattup, Dunn?
How we doin' this, man? (Yeah, okay!)
How we doin' this in 2011?
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Dog shit! - I shit you not!
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me? (around me?)
Dog shit! - Listen to me good!
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood!
Dog shit! - I shit you not!
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me? (around me?)
Dog shit! (aight!) - Listen to me good! (yeah, yeah!)
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood! (uh-huh!)
[Prodigy:]
I'm the epitome slimeball, fuck up out my eyesight!
Fuck is on your brain dog? Shit?! I'm not the clown type.
Die 'fore I let a nigga play me, like I'm baby shit
Dog shit, you def dumb or blind. - I'm the craziest!
Most Infamous rapper out in NY,
Jealous of my shine. - The truth is in your eyes!
You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me,
The keywords: "Work for me! " I put your ass in surgery.
Ever step outta line - forget who boat you ride!
Forget who train you ride! - Forget who flag you fly! ('ey!)
Read the name on it: - "Mobb Deep"! (Mobb Deep!)
P and Hav' run this. - Employees
Get fire with some gun fire if it call for it (call for it!)
A thousand niggas couldn't stop me once I get to going.
You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn't hold me back
Still wouldn't be leathal as "Bumpy The Mack"! - Matter fact...
[Chorus x2]
[Havoc:]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh! - Once we get it goings team running over 'em
Drunk off the drama, ain't no way you can sober them.
Fuck outta here! You outta so left! (so left!)
Slugs leave a nigga open like a coke sniff.
You nah-music, got these niggas into dope fiends, (dope fiends!)
No intervention could get them off the OD. (OD!)
Grand royal. - All my goons you see is loyal,
Dedicated in the cut - wait weeks for you!
And when they finally discover you,
They gon' need a dental record, you've been dead a month or two!
Post mortem. - Shirvelled up; how dare us?
We penalise traitors - and only hail trust!
Inhale piff! - And guzzle white liquor!
I don't know you, you don't know me, you's a lie, nigga! (lie, nigga!)
I can see the tears in ya eye.
You ain't see nothing till you seen the grown man cry, right?
[Chorus x2]
[NaS:]
Yo! - Every gang, every hood's in my veins, it's my thing.
It's real, I'm in tune, I chill - like the cold side of the Moon.
Silence you dudes like an empty room
Empty out with silencers. - You get murdered like how it was
In a saloon Anastasia that is. (Anastasia that is!) - Haters can't live!
Talkin about they putting 8 in my wig. (8 in my wig!)
I got my dollars up. - Try ya luck! - You die, no trial for us!
Court appointed lawyers as foul as fuck and I'm too fly;
Cause when you're locked in prison, you're clock stop tickin'
Now - you came home, the same age you went in.
Mentality wise, get iller when boxed in,
Fresh home! - And right up top - you get it poppin'.
Freedom is a vitue. - Niggas hanging way past
They parole curfew. - Blowing on that purple.
Know my street ties, beef wise. - I let three fly
Over ya head. - Welcome home, P! - Let's get this bread! "Dog Shit"!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Prodigy]
You know...
I'm back home, son.
Mobb Deep!
Thug life we still livin' this! [beat fades out]
Infamous we still livin' it!
Yo, we get on some real shit!
Uh-huh...
Yeah!
[Intro: Prodigy]
Whattup, son?
Whattup, Dunn?
How we doin' this, man? (Yeah, okay!)
How we doin' this in 2011?
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Dog shit! - I shit you not!
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me? (around me?)
Dog shit! - Listen to me good!
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood!
Dog shit! - I shit you not!
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me? (around me?)
Dog shit! (aight!) - Listen to me good! (yeah, yeah!)
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood! (uh-huh!)
[Prodigy:]
I'm the epitome slimeball, fuck up out my eyesight!
Fuck is on your brain dog? Shit?! I'm not the clown type.
Die 'fore I let a nigga play me, like I'm baby shit
Dog shit, you def dumb or blind. - I'm the craziest!
Most Infamous rapper out in NY,
Jealous of my shine. - The truth is in your eyes!
You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me,
The keywords: "Work for me! " I put your ass in surgery.
Ever step outta line - forget who boat you ride!
Forget who train you ride! - Forget who flag you fly! ('ey!)
Read the name on it: - "Mobb Deep"! (Mobb Deep!)
P and Hav' run this. - Employees
Get fire with some gun fire if it call for it (call for it!)
A thousand niggas couldn't stop me once I get to going.
You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn't hold me back
Still wouldn't be leathal as "Bumpy The Mack"! - Matter fact...
[Chorus x2]
[Havoc:]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh! - Once we get it goings team running over 'em
Drunk off the drama, ain't no way you can sober them.
Fuck outta here! You outta so left! (so left!)
Slugs leave a nigga open like a coke sniff.
You nah-music, got these niggas into dope fiends, (dope fiends!)
No intervention could get them off the OD. (OD!)
Grand royal. - All my goons you see is loyal,
Dedicated in the cut - wait weeks for you!
And when they finally discover you,
They gon' need a dental record, you've been dead a month or two!
Post mortem. - Shirvelled up; how dare us?
We penalise traitors - and only hail trust!
Inhale piff! - And guzzle white liquor!
I don't know you, you don't know me, you's a lie, nigga! (lie, nigga!)
I can see the tears in ya eye.
You ain't see nothing till you seen the grown man cry, right?
[Chorus x2]
[NaS:]
Yo! - Every gang, every hood's in my veins, it's my thing.
It's real, I'm in tune, I chill - like the cold side of the Moon.
Silence you dudes like an empty room
Empty out with silencers. - You get murdered like how it was
In a saloon Anastasia that is. (Anastasia that is!) - Haters can't live!
Talkin about they putting 8 in my wig. (8 in my wig!)
I got my dollars up. - Try ya luck! - You die, no trial for us!
Court appointed lawyers as foul as fuck and I'm too fly;
Cause when you're locked in prison, you're clock stop tickin'
Now - you came home, the same age you went in.
Mentality wise, get iller when boxed in,
Fresh home! - And right up top - you get it poppin'.
Freedom is a vitue. - Niggas hanging way past
They parole curfew. - Blowing on that purple.
Know my street ties, beef wise. - I let three fly
Over ya head. - Welcome home, P! - Let's get this bread! "Dog Shit"!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Prodigy]
You know...
I'm back home, son.
Mobb Deep!
Thug life we still livin' this! [beat fades out]
Infamous we still livin' it!
Yo, we get on some real shit!
Uh-huh...
Yeah!
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