Dogs Of War Lyrics - Cappadonna

Just keep away 

Go on, it's not your fight 

It's not yours nigga, fall back 

I'm about to blow somethin' out here, straight up 

Yeah, this is a family thing 

We gon' handle our business and shit 

These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that 

This is real shit, real talk 

Four different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga 

This is family shit 

Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga? 

This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet 

Yo, I'm talkin' bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men 

Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins 

Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese 

Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck 

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The streets don't know my peeps 

Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowin' niggaz off they feet 

With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on fo-fo's 

My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's 

Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's 

The film look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo' 

Ya'll still payin' the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter 

Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds 

Discussin' our hits over a glass of scotch 

Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat 

Think not, we still run the trains, till the condom pop 

On the low, we still fuckin' them cops 

Pretty things from all precincts, Friday nights 

We holdin' they glocks 

This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me 

Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy 

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You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is 

S.I.N.Y., where the animals live 

Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs 

I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig 

I'm like, "Damn, what a wonderful kid" 

I could do what I want, doin' dirt, not servin' a bid 

You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched 

From the grandpops, down to the kids 

And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man 

Go and start up ya car, start shiftin' the gears 

Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cuz niggaz is scared 

Hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs 

I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop 

Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks 

And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop 

Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets 

Juks everythin', dice games, mini markets 

Fam gon' spark it, I'ma take whatever is in the pockets 

Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels 

'Cuz you shinin', begets and the diamonds 

Never deny niggaz with iron, yo 

Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew 

We can smoke, all in the halls 

It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on 

All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets 

This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods 

Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up 

Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' 

A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money 

To lay up on the low, swinging beamers 

I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead 

All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers 

So much beef in these whoppers 

Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers 

What? What? The family remains 'cuz it's grain 

It's automatic, I live it and I claim it 

It's real, come around here, you bought here 

Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick 

Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day 

Swingin' all year round, gettin' that money the American way 

Might run up in yo weddin', grab the reverend and spray 

And let the shots for whatever they may 

This is family, nigga, minus the mob size 

The resurrection of Toney Starks and Trife Dies', starrin' in Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question 

Try'na play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions 

Look you starin' in the eyes of oppression 

That's why I ride with protection extended clips 

Super sizing my weapons, five eleven, keep the heat tucked 

That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid reflux 

Get buried in ya cheap tux' 

We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up 

Been through a hundred towns, and runnin', beatin' the streets up 

Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumpin' 

At a table, breakin' bread like a family 

Florida, where we follow the code of the streets 

And breakin' the beats and we takin' the east 

Never the least, we invadin' the streets 

Shakin' the beast, we familiar for life 

We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life 

My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice 

Some of my fam might snatch ya ice 

Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work 

Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill 

Wanna spark the dutch 

Wizard my fam, that stuck you up 

I got fam that'll fuck you up 

Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck 

Osama Island, we been wildin', see the violence 

We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin 

It's a family