(feat. Kam)

Yeah, this is another story of famous dogs

Where the dog that don't keep it real is a (*##$
These are rappin' dogs, soldier dogs
Harmonic dogs

House dogs, street dogs
Dogs of the world unite..


[Paris]
Bye, bye %#@!ty luck, skinny ducats
High side, many bucks, titty $#&@in'

Smash on these Corleones, snatchin' fetti
Westside ^!$$%s roam, but y'all ain't ready


Every city, every borough, every town
Every ghetto comin' through, we touchin' down
When I spit they all scatter, battle cry

Worldwide, it don't matter - who wanna ride?

Return of the street pros, kill our foes

Expose what you need to know, Guerrilla flows
Still on that same %#@!, same time
Still from that same clique, same side


Real ^!$$%s ain't impressed by the stories they bring
When it's all said and done y'all remember my name

$#&@ a Corleone, ^!$$%, we grown, now what you sayin'?
It's all about the chedda but beware what you claimin'


[Kam]
Y'all ^!$$%s really wanna see us dead, huh? We too militant
Always on that pro-black crackajack killin' %#@!

I picked up a few cuts, scrapes and raw abrasions
Collectin' my cheese and checkin' these caucasians


'Cause when you killin' ^!$$%s on a record then you goin' places
But talk about killin' these crackas, you racist, that's why
Crackas and flies, I do despise

The more I see these crackas, the more I like flies

Look into my eyes before I pull this trigger, I don't know what's worse

A black cracka or a white ^!$$%, who should I do first?
I write a verse an' have 'em runnin' scared, turnin' red, protestin'
I just be blastin', don't be askin' no questions, holmes


'Till the smoke clear, 'cause folks here know
The difference between a G and some Hollywierdo

What you in fear fo'? Your life or your money?
All these coward-ass fake thugs, a/k/a/ Bugs Bunnies


[Break]
Livin' and strivin' and diggin' the skin he's in [x8]


[Paris]
So I fiend for the days when the funk was king
'Fore these pop !@#%s %#@!ted on my video screen

'Fore these Bow Wow Wow Yippee Yos and hoes
Before ^!$$%s street clothes turned to platinum and gold


Before videos made 'em all fantasy macks
'Fore blingin' we was singin' what it mean to be black
Now these (*##$y (*##$y boy bands causin' a fuss

And every ^!$$% rappin' thinkin' thuggin' is us

I'm bustin' pro-black, comin' with rough raps, I catch these

Hollywood shuffles by they mother$#&@in' ruffles
And rough 'em up, see, and $#&@ them tricks
'Comin' phony, all them cowards know is blingin' and Kris


But this poolside fantasy lovin'-ass wannabe
Record label Superfly ^!$$%, eat %#@! and die

State-of-mind mentality is blind to me
See I'd die 'fore I live on my knees, believe..


[Break]
You know it ain't no love, no love for these
You know it ain't no love, no love for these
You know it ain't no love, no love for these
Don't you know it ain't no...[repeat 'till fade]