Artist: Blac Haze Album: For My Dogs (White Label) 12" Song: For My Dogs Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Intro) Yeah, I'm doin this for all my dogs And all my thug niggas (Verse 1) I be the nigga that these bitch niggas love to hate They hate to see a nigga ballin and pushin weight Y'all know the deal, Venom Records on the rise I can see the jealousy up in a niggas eyes Y'all niggas don't know who ya fuckin with I got my finger on the trigga, screamin fuck a bitch Hollow-tips carve deep up in ya grave-stone Pour out some liqour for my thug niggas dead and gone One time, for my real niggas locked down They tried to hold me, but I still "Get Around" A young nigga from the streets of the M.P Been gone away, but now I'm back, do you remember me? The same nigga that'chu knew from the neighborhood The one that pull the trigga, and say it's all good Another military mind, a lunatic I'm on the grind, makin money for the bullshit See I was raised in the streets as a young thug I never thought I'd see the day that I would catch a slug My little brother tryin'a follow in my foot-steps Now knowin what he headed for, when the county rep And he gon' get it, tryin'a be like his bigger brother See you ain't gotta impress nan motherfucka As long as a nigga know how to get paid Cause you gotta be strong, in these Last Days But I could teach a nigga everything he need to know I never trust a nigga, plus how to pimp a ho And look you right between yo eyes fo' I pull the trigga Prepare to feel the wrath of a young thug nigga (Hook) I will ride for my dogs I will die for my dogs Load up the Gat and take a few lives for my dogs I will kill for my niggas Keep it real wit my niggas Go to war and let blood spill for my niggas I will ride for my Venom clique Die for my Venom clique Kill a bitch nigga out his spot for my Venom clique Paper chase, wit the thugs Catch a case, wit the thugs Grab my Tech-9, and I represent, for the thugs (Verse 2) I'm out the pen. now I'm back to retaliate On them bitch niggas that tried to playa hate You went to court, testified, put me in the cell Supposed to be my road dog, now you catchin hell Playa hater, you ain't got much time to breathe I grab my gat, and bring ya weak ass to ya knees And let'cha say ya last words right before ya die No need to lie, I can see the fear up in ya eye Ya shoulda' thought about the bullshit before you did it You fucked up, now yo ass scared to admit it It ain't no use, tryin'a get a bullet-proof vest Because a vest only protects ya fuckin chest Just like a Tech to the head, and the bodies dead How could I miss if I aim with a Infrared? I'm the nigga that'll fuck you in the worst way Run through yo hood, bustin caps on yo birthday (Hook) (Verse 3) I'll be a motherfuckin thug til' the day I die Before I go to war, I put a few up in the sky Just to let a bitch-made nigga know it's on There'll never be another nigga like me when I'm gone So visualize what'chu see, while a nigga here But when they put me in the casket, don't shed a tear Remember me as a young ghetto lunatic I'm the nigga that'll bust and empty out the clip And be prepared to catch a bullet when he come for me See I don't know what the thug life has done to me But roll dumb, think the nigga goin crazy These playa haters got beef, but can't fade me See I can get just as crazy as the next nigga I have no mercy, only bitchin when I pull the trigga My trademark is a nickel-plated hollow-tip I keep a gat by my side, with an extra clip I got a head with no motherfuckin screws in it They tryin'a tell me I'm insane, but I ain't tryin'a hear it My memories of a young nigga still shine My lifestyle, back to thinkin that the world mine (Hook)