Blac Haze - For My Dogs lyrics

(Intro) Yeah, I'm doin this for all my dogs And all my thug n***as (Verse 1) I be the n***a that these b**h n***as love to hate They hate to see a n***a ballin and pushin weight Y'all know the deal, Venom Records on the rise I can see the jealousy up in a n***as eyes Y'all n***as don't know who ya f**in with I got my finger on the trigga, screamin f** a b**h Hollow-tips carve deep up in ya grave-stone Pour out some liqour for my thug n***as dead and gone One time, for my real n***as locked down They tried to hold me, but I still "Get Around" A young n***a from the streets of the M.P Been gone away, but now I'm back, do you remember me? The same n***a 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 bullsh** 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 motherf**a As long as a n***a know how to get paid Cause you gotta be strong, in these Last Days But I could teach a n***a everything he need to know I never trust a n***a, 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 n***a (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 k** for my n***as Keep it real wit my n***as Go to war and let blood spill for my n***as I will ride for my Venom clique Die for my Venom clique k** a b**h n***a 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 b**h n***as 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 a** 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 bullsh** before you did it You f**ed up, now yo a** scared to admit it It ain't no use, tryin'a get a bullet-proof vest Because a vest only protects ya f**in 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 n***a that'll f** you in the worst way Run through yo hood, bustin caps on yo birthday (Hook) (Verse 3) I'll be a motherf**in thug til' the day I die Before I go to war, I put a few up in the sky Just to let a b**h-made n***a know it's on There'll never be another n***a like me when I'm gone So visualize what'chu see, while a n***a here But when they put me in the casket, don't shed a tear Remember me as a young ghetto lunatic I'm the n***a 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 n***a goin crazy These playa haters got beef, but can't fade me See I can get just as crazy as the next n***a I have no mercy, only b**hin 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 motherf**in screws in it They tryin'a tell me I'm insane, but I ain't tryin'a hear it My memories of a young n***a still shine My lifestyle, back to thinkin that the world mine (Hook)