作曲 : Damon Blackman & Earl Simmons 作词 : Blackman, Simmons What! Uhh! What! Cmon! Ayo! Bounce to that trina moe Niggas about to blow Bouncin straight out the door Here we go, here we go Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight Only dogs eatin is us we snatch all plates Err, err! err! get him boy Click, click, pop the leash, hit him boy Niggas brag about waggin, we stop the tails X drop an album, niggas droppin sales Niggas cant **** with the dog, forget about it Money went up against the dog, read about it Man listen, you cats better walk easy Im on some positive shit but I still walk greasy Aint nothin changed, still aint sweet Stand on one block, but I own the whole street And on the whole street is dirty niggas wit funny moves Leavin your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes Rest of them ass kissers, is sensitive ass niggas Fourth album, and I still get in that ass nigga Its dark and hell is hot, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood And then there was x Got niggas like whats next and then Hit em again, you cats aint never gon win I was here before most of yall careers were born Ill be here when yall careers are gone, still strong Difference between right and wrong is me Niggas talk shit, but you cant mc We already know how much your watch is worth Talk about, helpin the hurt, savin the church Wont you brag about helpin out where you come from And give brothers a job that really want one Gotta think about that shit you said, you dont mean it I done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen it Most of you cats is type funny But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon get type ugly Man Im already knowin, like yall niggas is knowin You cant **** with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin, what! Seein is believin and well, lets just see I aint even gon speak, one million the first week Aight, lets ask the streets, how many sold? What? three niggas, three months to go gold? Cmon esse, keep it real holmes You ****in with the dog, you already know This aint nothin new, **** is you mad at 15 million, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Rest assured, Im best abroad You can test billboard, cuz the, rest are frauds I got 18 years under my belt, rappin Let me see, you was three, I was, makin it happen Next time we bump heads dont be hard headed Show some mother****in respect bitch, or youll all get it