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letra de bx we invented hip hop - tim dog

[tim dog various ad lib]

[verse one]

i give a f-ck about the next n-gga
i’m in the game for the check and the s-x n-gga
you think you hard when they calling you the best n-gga?
put that tec to ya neck
get out the lex n-gga
driving down the boulevard in bx n-gga?
f-ck your b-tches
send your -ss home wet, n-gga
ill n-ggas from the projects
little n-ggas carry macs and tecs
homicidal for respect
with bigger hearts than king kong
k!ll a mother f-cker on spites the theme song
for having that bling on
new york city streets is worse than vietnam
ring the alarm
tim dog is back
all you b-tches get naked
all you n-ggas stay strapped
i ain’t krs, but it’s return of the boom bap
n-ggas talk sh-t get a hole in the fitted cap
just like that
just like this
give a f-ck about your feeling
n-gga suck my d-ck
all you f-ggot -ss djs won’t play my joint
i ain’t gonna talk
i’ll let the nine prove my point
and you cornball rappers wanna do a duet
n-gga bring you b-tch and bring your check
how you been in the game for a year and you a vet?
when i look on the charts i don’t see no threat
the most hated emcee
even hated by my brother
f-ck the source
they can keep the cover
i’m the illest n-gga alive
“why?” you say
i dissed the west coast and i moved to l.a
yea!
i don’t give a f-ck mother f-cker
i spit bombs
n-ggas got beef with dog
sh-ts on
we can throw hands or bottles or shoot guns
n-ggas want to keep it on the stage and spit one
but i gotta tell you when your -ss is done
i’m a burn emcees like the sun
ya’ll n-ggas better run
when tim dog come to gun
i be dissing emcees for fun

[verse two]

a lot of n-ggas be biting sh-t
they run around in the game like they mother f-cking nice and sh-t
everybody know where snoop got the d-o-g
and n-ggas know dmx got the bark from me
but you all want to say i hate
check my resume b-tch
go back to ’88
first dog in the game
first dog with the name
first up in the b-tch
i’m in the hall of fame
you in the hall of shame
ya all the same
while i was born to fam
i’m in the hall of game
ya’ll some mother f-cking swagger-jackers
running after the sales of these crackers
and these f-cking backpackers
and now you want to hate on me
mark my words n-gga
i’m the original d-o-g
i’m the sickest n-gga
got the baddest b-tches, n-gga
n-ggas hire me for dissing
cause i’m quick to diss a n-gga
and quick to stick a n-gga for his f-cking riches, n-gga
digging on your f-cking grave
make you sh-t your britches, n-gga
i rain on you n-ggas to hurt you
n-gga i ain’t drunk of the cristal
high off the purple
i’m focused, man
and i’m hungry as f-ck
and you f-ggot -ss rappers done pushed your luck
i’m a get you for your jewels
and get you for your truck
i’m a get you till your very last god d-mn buck
and show the industry that your wack as f-ck
bx mother f-cker
what’s up?

[verse three]

up town n-ggas are the craziest
west side n-ggas are the craziest
south bronx n-ggas are the craziest
from hunts point to co-op
we invented hip-hop
bx and we ain’t gonna stop
our body guard’s a glock and not a cop
our rhymes are hot, your rhymes is not
ya’ll mother f-ckers stop ‘fore your -ss get shot
i’m the d-o-g and your -ss is not

[tim dog ad lib]

- tim dog

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