Dogs Of War - Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Theodore Unit

Just keep away (just keep away

Go on, it’s not your fight!)

It’s not yours nigga, fall back

I’m about to blow something 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 niggas, 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 talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men

Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins

Indeed, we smack niggas up for their cheese

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

The streets don’t know my peeps

Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing niggas off they feet

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

My mouth be worth millions, something 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 paying the mob?

We whip niggas out like waffle batter

Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds

Discussing 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, til the condom pop

On the low, we still fucking them cops

Pretty things from all precints, friday nights, we holding they Glocks

This is family, nigga, niggas can’t stand me

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

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

S.I.N.Y., where the animals live

Ass bet, niggas 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, doing dirt, not serving 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 shifting the gears

Sun God got the pits for his ears, cuz niggas is scared

Hoping I don’t let it blow in they ribs

I said hot, niggas get robbed non stop

Once the gun cock, niggas 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 everything, dice games, mini markets

Fam gon' spark it, I’mma take whatever’s in the pockets

Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels

Cuz you shining, begets and the diamonds

Never deny niggas with iron… YO!

Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew

We can smoke, all in the halls

It’s how many niggas 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 everything, we a acre up

Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain’t taking nothing

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

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

Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverand and spray

And let the shots fall wherever they may

This is family, nigga, minus the mob ties

The resurrection of Toney Starks & Trife Dies', starring in Part 5

Niggas’ll rather die when they’re pride’s in question

Try’nna play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions

Look you staring 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 thru ya stomach like acid reflux

Get buried in ya cheap tux'

We make it hard for you niggas to keep up

Been thru a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up

Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumping

At a table, breaking bread like a family

Florida, where we follow the code of the streets and

Breaking the beats and, we taking the eats

Never the least, we invading the streets

Shaking the beast, we familiar for life

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

My dogs is real tight, shooting 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 wilding, see the violence

We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin