Walk The Dogs Lyrics

Walk The Dogs lyrics

f/ La the Darkman







[Intro: Timbo King]



Y'all niggas shittin on my sidewalk



Curb ya dog



You could pay a penalty for that







[Timbo King]



Yo, sharp swords and rusty knives against dusty nines



You stink niggas with musky vibes



Battle cry, warrior stance, the black Pearl Harbor



Smell of revenge, worms in the air



Spit like grandpa from down South



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



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



Watch me feed five thousand, power the Hill



Out of the ville, zip code unlisted



Murder last night, the homocide, missed it



Blood For Blood, gang turf



The way of the samurai sword, we bang first



Each your food, test your flesh, lock doors



Top dogs with paws obey God's laws



Claim your set, light reflects off water



My Fam outta state sellin quarters



Convicts with court orders



Shoot the gift out the barrel



Multiple gunshot wounds or poison arrows



Moon saw beats pharoah, bloody apparell



The streets look safe, but they narrow



Modern day Jes' James, rock trains, close range



Watches and chains, ear rings, everything



Corporate thugs move on business campaigns



Blaze, ignite the flame, I carry the torch



Walk through The Valley of Death and get scorched







[Chorus: Mighty Jarrett]



Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!



Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!



Two shot lick out, a man get shot



Straight from the cannon, ass wouldn't know less



Just because of that, the whole block get hot



Police helicopter, a snipe 'pon de roof top



Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!



Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!



Two minute later, Babylon catch spark



in the staircase with a rasclat glock



Never know, said them wouldn't come round back



Know him look like, said him youths can't talk



Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!



Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa BLUH!







*police sirens*



*machine gun fire*







[La the Darkman]



Darkman, came do my thing, the Bee sting



Assassinate your whole team with the forty red beam



My sword gleam, sharpen my script as an arrow



Professional, La, my style, double barrell



I self-Lord, master, natural disaster



Holy slang to splash ya, dark force to thrash ya



Blind eyes, puligiments, got four wives



Inside my square, rappers get buried alive



We never even, put you in the dirt still breathin



Perfection, gold mic touch, dunn, I'm blessin



Flames lick the flesh, shot at some of the best



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



Now I got respect, runnin through boroughs, hoods and towns



Niggas pull they pants down when I show the four pound



Verbally fantastic, cock my rhyme, blast it



Trapa Ghandi, classic, gun talk, gymnastics



Rude boy, shoot, seek and destroy



My gold tech blast rappers from here to Quebec



Yo, La's born, Brooklyn raised



You niggas get more than grazed when I blaze my guage



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



I'm Holyfield, rappers is Tyson these days



Darkman, Wu-Tang Clan, La the Darkman



Wu-Tang Clan, the Killah







Chorus







*police sirens*



*machine gun fire*