Trina Moe Lyrics - The Great Depression - Dmx

What? 

Uhh 

What? 

C'mon 

Aea yo 

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 can't fuck with the dog, forget about it 

Money went up against the dog, read about it 

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Man listen, you cats better walk easy 

I'm on some positive shit but I still walk greasy 

Ain't nothin' changed, still ain't 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 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

It's dark and Hell is hot, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood 

And then there was X 

Got niggas like what's next and then 

Hit 'em again, you cats ain't never gon' win 

I was here before most of y'all careers were born 

I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong 

Difference between right and wrong is me 

Niggas talk shit, but you can't MC 

We already know how much your watch is worth 

Talk about, helpin' the hurt, savin' the church 

Won't 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 don't 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 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

Man I'm already knowin', like y'all niggas is knowin' 

You can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin', what? 

Seein' is believin' and well, let's just see 

I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week 

Aight, let's ask the streets, how many sold? 

What? Three niggas, three months to go gold 

C'mon esse, keep it real holmes 

You fuckin' with the dog, you already know 

This ain't nothin' new, fuck is you mad at 

15 million, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah 

Rest assured, I'm 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 don't be hard headed 

Show some motherfuckin' respect bitch, or you'll all get it 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

Aea yo 

Bounce to that Trina Moe 

Niggas about to blow 

Bouncin' straight out the door 

Here we go, here we go 

Aea yo