dmx – go for dat lyrics
[intro: dmx]
ok! uh, yo, yo, grrr, yo, uh huh
you know how we do, (talk to ’em baby) nahmean
smack n-ggas around (talk to ’em baby) nahmean
let ’em know, (talk to ’em baby) it’s my motherf-ckin house nahmean
(talk to ’em baby) let these motherf-ckers know aight
[dmx]
aiyyo, don’t f-ck with dog, dog is a beast
x, only n-gga get love in the streets
sh-t done fell off straight from the horse
bullsh-t, gettin four mics in the source
i can’t respect that, it’s just how i feel
you know the truth when you hear it, it’s for real
come on, what the deal? like it don’t show
wooo! yall n-ggas gon’ feel it when you comin back
man, you n-ggas play too many games
too many jokes, what i said? too many names
provoke situations, but do me the same
and i’ll show how a n-gga stay true to the game
you gots to be more careful, like terry woods
i’m a n-gga that can p-ss through every hood
up to no good, that show you wool
b-tch, x got pull, that’s how i get down, pitbull
[chorus: lil’ scr-ppy]
watch that n-gga; get stomped the f-ck down
watch that ho; get dragged the f-ck out
d-mn that n-gga; get knocked the f-ck down
b-tch -ss n-gga; get laid the f-ck out
do somethin n-gga; to get you stomped down
do somethin b-tch; to get you dragged out
do somethin n-gga; to get you knocked out
step up b-tch, get laid the f-ck out
[dmx]
stop the bullsh-t cause ain’t nothin funny
yall cats is only in this for the money
it’s all good when the check drops
but it’s back to the hood when the check stops
you never left, you ain’t gots to worry about comin back
wooo! yall n-ggas gon’ feel it when you comin back
and i’ll be there doin my thing
f-ckin wit cruddy n-ggas keep pumpin the game
ask around, difference between me and you
is i get at ’em, my friends you know what i do
listen, don’t play with me that way
cause f-ggot, i can end it all today, f-ck what you sayin
play fair with men, act like one
talk like a b-tch and get smacked like one
got rabbit in ’em, get jacked like one
make the call, hit me back like done
[chorus: 2x]
[dmx]
you always been the son type n-gga
scared to pull a gun type n-gga
talk sh-t and run type n-gga
seek through the fake sh-t and sniff out the bullsh-t
from a mile away so put the smile away
x gon’ give it to ya, i go hard
b-tch, my name rings bells in the yard
check my resume, track record is offical
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