Yea
Return of the golden era, n*gga
It's your boy, Tim Dog
f*ck what ya'll n*ggas talking about
The golden era
Where I'm from
We still spit on ya'll n*ggas
Ya'll new n*ggas ain't sh*t
[Verse One]
Lay sh*t down
Put it up n*gga
Double up
Lay your whole chips down, n*gga
Let's bubble up
n*ggas f*cking with the D.o.g
Be coming at me like the police with an A.P.B
But you don't recognize lately
I know you hate me
You n*ggas really underrate me
But dog is greatly
I move them keys like I'm Macy
Or Count Basie
n*ggas is thinking the Dog is sleeping cause the eyes are lazy
n*ggas you crazy
I bother you and your moms, the neighbors and the babies
I come to get it on with the Army and the Navy
I spit facts
Watch emcees buckle and get back
I sit back
Your head get big, I push your wig back
Brain splat all over your chain and your six pack
Your b*tch wack
Nutted on her ass and the sh*t crack
The pimps back
Rolling with diamonds and a six, black
The trunk's fat
Filled with autos something sick, black
The Dog's back
Ready for you homos and you fags
f*ck your promos and mags
Put them doughnuts in the bag
But you don't understand the lingo
You f*cking gringo
It's the money in the bundle
Rubber band wrapped around the b*tch
n*gga make it rain
Real G's make it drowning
So come on
Who want more?
f*cking doubt it
n*ggas know I'm no limit
Cause the Dog's f*cking bout it
We can talk arsenal
Whatever n*gga, I got it
Yo, no matter whatcha'll new rapper say
Ya'll can't f*ck with the golden era
Let's go
[Verse Two]
n*ggas claim they're hardcore
But they ain't came more raw
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Roll up the window panel
You switched the handle
n*gga playing me a truck with the ammo
You can be a shark in the game
I'm a mammal
Or you can get high on life
And get smoked off the camel
Cause you and me are not equal
I'm God, your not Han Solo
Your R2-D2
Lying to your fans but to me your see through
sh*t list baby
Here's a mother f*cking preview
I'm the unsigned hype
My game is so precise on the mic and life
Get dissed tonight
Ima show you why the pimp was right
You married your baby mom after five kids
I f*cked the first night
I hit it when the b*tch was tight
You can't run from me n*gga lace your Nikes
You can't eat my food when I ate your Life
n*gga you can't beat a gun with a knife
Or pipe
But maybe if your nice, all right
You couldn't bring your f*cking man, two body guards and DJ
With one hand laying down n*ggas easy
Yea, I heard about the sh*t you saying
And i heard about the fact that you print the game
But I don't like the way ya'll n*ggas try to come in my lane
Try to change the game
Try to re-arrange
Try to make it hard for me
So I'm bringing the pain
I want ya'll n*ggas way back
n*ggas call me the problem child cause I don't know how to act
Then smack a n*gga fast
I come see you at the Grammys or your office, whatever
I'm in ya'll n*ggas ass
On gun, two gun, three gun, four
Five gun, six gun, seven guns, more
Bring your whole team to my f*cking front door
Murder all ya'll n*ggas with C-4
n*ggas think I'm sore cause I run with Kool Keith and Ultra
South Bronx n*gga where murder is culture
Webster Ave n*gga where beef is Kosher
Bring it on n*gga I toast ya
BX stand up
I'm bringing home the crown
I owe it all to you cause you held me down
Ain't no other Bronx rappers are making a sound
But I'm a tear there sh*t down
n*ggas won't let me eat
Who won't let me air this sh*t now?
BX stand up!
We invented Hip Hop!