Mobb Deep - Dog Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy]
Whattup, son?
Whattup, Dunn?
How we doin' this, man? (Yeah, okay!)
How we doin' this in 2011?

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Dog shit! - I shit you not!
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me? (around me?)
Dog shit! - Listen to me good!
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood!

Dog shit! - I shit you not!
You bring that larceny, danger or harm around me? (around me?)
Dog shit! (aight!) - Listen to me good! (yeah, yeah!)
We the grand goons, you just a lickle nickel dime hood! (uh-huh!)

[Prodigy:]
I'm the epitome slimeball, f*ck up out my eyesight!
F*ck is on your brain dog? Shit?! I'm not the clown type.
Die 'fore I let a nigga play me, like I'm baby shit
Dog shit, you def dumb or blind. - I'm the craziest!
Most Infamous rapper out in NY,
Jealous of my shine. - The truth is in your eyes!
You wanna be down, I might allow you to work for me,
The keywords: "Work for me! " I put your ass in surgery.
Ever step outta line - forget who boat you ride!
Forget who train you ride! - Forget who flag you fly! ('ey!)
Read the name on it: - "Mobb Deep"! (Mobb Deep!)
P and Hav' run this. - Employees
Get fire with some gun fire if it call for it (call for it!)
A thousand niggas couldn't stop me once I get to going.
You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn't hold me back
Still wouldn't be leathal as "Bumpy The Mack"! - Matter fact...

[Chorus x2]

[Havoc:]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh! - Once we get it goings team running over 'em
Drunk off the drama, ain't no way you can sober them.
F*ck outta here! You outta so left! (so left!)
Slugs leave a nigga open like a coke sniff.
You nah-music, got these niggas into dope fiends, (dope fiends!)
No intervention could get them off the OD. (OD!)
Grand royal. - All my goons you see is loyal,
Dedicated in the cut - wait weeks for you!
And when they finally discover you,
They gon' need a dental record, you've been dead a month or two!
Post mortem. - Shirvelled up; how dare us?
We penalise traitors - and only hail trust!
Inhale piff! - And guzzle white liquor!
I don't know you, you don't know me, you's a lie, nigga! (lie, nigga!)
I can see the tears in ya eye.
You ain't see nothing till you seen the grown man cry, right?

[Chorus x2]

[NaS:]
Yo! - Every gang, every hood's in my veins, it's my thing.
It's real, I'm in tune, I chill - like the cold side of the Moon.
Silence you dudes like an empty room
Empty out with silencers. - You get murdered like how it was
In a saloon Anastasia that is. (Anastasia that is!) - Haters can't live!
Talkin about they putting 8 in my wig. (8 in my wig!)
I got my dollars up. - Try ya luck! - You die, no trial for us!
Court appointed lawyers as foul as f*ck and I'm too fly;
Cause when you're locked in prison, you're clock stop tickin'
Now - you came home, the same age you went in.
Mentality wise, get iller when boxed in,
Fresh home! - And right up top - you get it poppin'.
Freedom is a vitue. - Niggas hanging way past
They parole curfew. - Blowing on that purple.
Know my street ties, beef wise. - I let three fly
Over ya head. - Welcome home, P! - Let's get this bread! "Dog Shit"!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Prodigy]
You know...
I'm back home, son.
Mobb Deep!
Thug life we still livin' this! [beat fades out]
Infamous we still livin' it!
Yo, we get on some real shit!
Uh-huh...
Yeah!