Ghost Dog movie - Walk the Dogs lyrics

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Song by Royal Fam f/ La the Darkman<br /><br>

[Intro: Timbo King]<br>

Y'all niggas shittin on my sidewalk<br>

Curb ya dog<br>

You could pay a penalty for that<br>

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[Timbo King]<br>

Yo, sharp swords and rusty knives against dusty nines<br>

You stink niggas with musky vibes<br>

Battle cry, warrior stance, the black Pearl Harbor<br>

Smell of revenge, worms in the air<br>

Spit like grandpa from down South<br>

Three-sixty roundhouse, I'm throwin planets and stars<br>

All I need is two pieces of fish and five loaves of bread<br>

Watch me feed five thousand, power the Hill<br>

Out of the ville, zip code unlisted<br>

Murder last night, the homocide, missed it<br>

Blood For Blood, gang turf<br>

The way of the samurai sword, we bang first<br>

Each your food, test your flesh, lock doors<br>

Top dogs with paws obey God's laws<br>

Claim your set, light reflects off water<br>

My Fam outta state sellin quarters<br>

Convicts with court orders<br>

Shoot the gift out the barrel<br>

Multiple gunshot wounds or poison arrows<br>

Moon saw beats pharoah, bloody apparell<br>

The streets look safe, but they narrow<br>

Modern day Jes' James, rock trains, close range<br>

Watches and chains, ear rings, everything<br>

Corporate thugs move on business campaigns<br>

Blaze, ignite the flame, I carry the torch<br>

Walk through The Valley of Death and get scorched<br>

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[Chorus: Mighty Jarrett]<br>

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!<br>

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!<br>

Two shot lick out, a man get shot<br>

Straight from the cannon, ass wouldn't know less<br>

Just because of that, the whole block get hot<br>

Police helicopter, a snipe 'pon de roof top<br>

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!<br>

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!<br>

Two minute later, Babylon catch spark<br>

in the staircase with a rasclat glock<br>

Never know, said them wouldn't come round back<br>

Know him look like, said him youths can't talk<br>

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!<br>

Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!<br>

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[police sirens]<br>

[machine gun fire]<br>

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[La the Darkman]<br>

Darkman, came do my thing, the Bee sting<br>

Assassinate your whole team with the forty red beam<br>

My sword gleam, sharpen my script as an arrow<br>

Professional, La, my style, double barrell<br>

I self-Lord, master, natural disaster<br>

Holy slang to splash ya, dark force to thrash ya<br>

Blind eyes, puligiments, got four wives<br>

Inside my square, rappers get buried alive<br>

We never even, put you in the dirt still breathin<br>

Perfection, gold mic touch, dunn, I'm blessin<br>

Flames lick the flesh, shot at some of the best<br>

When delf play me at my rest, stab the kid in his chest<br>

Now I got respect, runnin through boroughs, hoods and towns<br>

Niggas pull they pants down when I show the four pound<br>

Verbally fantastic, cock my rhyme, blast it<br>

Trapa Ghandi, classic, gun talk, gymnastics<br>

Rude boy, shoot, seek and destroy<br>

My gold tech blast rappers from here to Quebec<br>

Yo, La's born, Brooklyn raised<br>

You niggas get more than grazed when I blaze my guage<br>

It's not an arcade, dunn, my gun is real as AIDS<br>

I'm Holyfield, rappers is Tyson these days<br>

Darkman, Wu-Tang Clan, La the Darkman<br>

Wu-Tang Clan, the Killah<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[police sirens]<br>

[machine gun fire]<br>

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