- Votes:
- Composers:
- Earl Simmons
- Damon J Blackman
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- brain2brain
- dmx
- kozak
- rap
 
- See also:
Dmx - Trina Moe lyrics
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
 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 funnyDmx - Trina Moe - http://motolyrics.com/dmx/trina-moe-lyrics.html
 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














