DMX | Lyrics | Trina Moe

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 f*** with the dog, forget about it
Money went up against the dog, read about it

Man listen, you cats better walk easy
I'm on some positive s*** 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 s***, 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 s*** you said, you don't mean it
I done listened to that s*** 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 f*** 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 f*****' with the dog, you already know

This ain't nothin' new, f*** 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 b****, 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