DMX - Trina Moe lyrics

rate me

WHAT!

UHH!

WHAT!

C'MON!

AYO!

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

aint nothin changed, still aint 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

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 aint 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 funny

but when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon get type ugly

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 aint 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 aint 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