Dogs of War - Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

[Intro - Ghostface Killah (movie sample)] Just keep away (just keep away Go on, it's not your fight!) It's not yours ***, fall back I'm about to blow something out here Straight up, yeah, this is a family thing We gon' handle our business and *** These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that This is real ***, real talk Four different *** with four different aspects, *** This is family *** Who the *** said family ain't family no more, ***? This is tight ***, tighter than white in ya wallet [Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'm talking heavy bags of coke, bracelets on every men Innocent dope pushers, overnight kingpins Indeed, we smack *** up for the cheese Throw bleach in ya face. Got beef? Let it be chuck The streets don't know my peeps Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowing *** off they feet With four-four gloves, rims spinnin,' tippin' on fo-fo's My mouth be worth millions, something like Paul Wall's Ladies look out; they ain't thugs, they ***'s The film look hyper, when I clap 'em in slo mo' Ya'll still paying the mob? We whip *** out like waffle batter Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch Baywatch *** that ski, take turns when they hand us the *** Think not, we still run the trains, til the *** pop On the low, we still *** them cops Pretty things from all precincts Friday nights, we holding they Glocks This is family, ***. *** can't stand me Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy [Sun God] You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is S.I.N.Y., where the animals live Aspect *** run in yo cribs I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig I'm like damn, what a wonderful kid I could do what I want, doing dirt, not serving a bid You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched From the grandpops down to the kids And my time, I'm officially here Tell ya man go and start up ya car, start shiftin' the gears Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cause *** is scared Hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs I said hot, *** get robbed nonstop Once the gun ***, *** strip down to they socks And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets Juks everything, dice games, mini markets Fam gon' spark it I'mma take whatever's in the pockets, mostly the cash and the wallet Slide off the jewels 'cause you shinin,' begets and the diamonds Never deny *** with iron (Yo) [Raekwon] Ay yo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew We can smoke, all in the halls It's how many *** with guns, got 'em on All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up Barbequein' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To lay up on the low, swinging beamers I need to be an actor, but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers So much beef in these whoppers Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers What? What? The family remains, cuz it's grain It's automatic, I live it and I claim it's real Come around here, you bow here Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick [Trife Da God] Ay yo, we hug the block on President's Day Swinging all year round, gettin' that money the American way Might run up in yo wedding, grab the reverend and spray And let the shots for whatever they may This is family, ***, minus the mob size The resurrection of Tony Starks "Trife Dies', starring in Part 5 ***'d rather die when they pride's in question Tryin' to play hero, gettin' stuck for they prized possessions Look you staring in the eyes of oppression, that's why I ride with protection Extended clips, super sizing my weapons Five eleven, keep the heat tucked That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid reflux Get buried in ya cheap tux' We make it hard for you *** to keep up Been through a hundred towns, and running, beating the streets up From up north in New York, down in Miami Pumping at the table, breaking bread like a family [Cappadonna] Florida, where we follow the code of the streets in Breakin' the beats in We takin' the East, never the least We invading the streets, shaking the beast We familia for life We don't run, we grab knives My double-edged spit life My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice Some of my fam might *** ya ice Got family that go to church, come back like "it don't work" Got family that'll set you up Got family that'll chill, wanna spark the dutch Wizard my fam, that stuck you up I got fam that'll *** you up Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck Osama Island, you been whilin,' see the violence We display talent, respect balance *** Shaolin