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DMX - Damien
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Intro:
UH
DefJam
Uh
RuffRyders
(The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog)
My nigga TP creep with me
(The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog)
Verse 1:DMX
Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one
Where's my gaurdian angel
need one, wish I had one
(I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down
and tryin' to fuck all these bitches I'ma show you how)
But who?
(My name D like you but my friends call me Damien
and I'ma put you into somethin' about this game we in
You and me could take it there
and you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin')
That's a givin'
(You'll see)
Hmmm thats what I've been wantin' all my life
Thinkin' 'bout my little man so I call my wife
Well your dada is about to make it happen
I'm about to make itâ???????? rappin'
Today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we're alot alike and wants to be my friend
HaHa yeah just like Chuckie
Yeah
Hook:
The Snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin in the fog (4x)
Verse 2:
(Hey yo D)
What up D
(You a smooth nigga, I seen you
but nobody knew who pulled the trigger)
Yeah, you know it's always over doe
(You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe)
Na, na that ain't my style
(May you stay frontin' but you still my man
and I ain't goin' say nothin', got yo weed go 'head smoke it,
go 'head drink it, go 'head 'n fuck shorty
you know I can keep a secret
I'm about to have you drivin'
probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends
Blood out, blood in)
Sounds good to me, fuck it, what I got to lose
Hmm nothin' I can think of, ANY NIGGA WOULD CHOOSE
Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas
Pockets stay laced, nigga I push G's
For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand
Now that I think about it yo, that's my man
Hook
Verse 3:
(You like how everything is goin'
You like what I did
You know if you was goin' down
I'd be the one to see it
But yo I need a favor, these cat's across town hate me
Plus they behave, they haven't been to good lately)
What!?! anything for you dog
Where them niggas at
(38th and Broadway)
Let me get the Gat
Run up on 'em strapped
Bust off caps on four niggas
Laid low for 'bout a month and killed two more niggas
Now I'm ready to chill but you still want me to kill
(Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real)
Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time
(Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in 89)
Naw, that's my man
(I thought I was your man)
But yo, that's my nigga
(Hey who's your biggest fan, either do it or give me your right hand
That's what you said)
I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead
Hook
In the fog, the fog
livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
To be continued motherfuckers
Haaaaaahahaha
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