Big Dogs

Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists

(Your code name) Doc

What's your name? (Hot Nicks)

(Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin' they dicks?)

Yo them same two, drivin' your whip, fuckin your bitch

(Hold me down son!) Yo, I hold you down with the pound

(You got a lot of biscuits?) Ayo but where they at now?

Diggy down down we Reservoir Dogs, you puppy chow-chow

Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now

(Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the Mad Cow)

Disease (we set to load) cocks and squeeze

(Boo-yah!) We too hard to hold off

(One arm slam ya like Nikolai Volkoff)

When I dip-dip-diva (diva) the anti-socializa (liza)

Everything be ice cream, observe the frusen-gladje

We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster

Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor)

Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh)

Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed (VAM-PIRE!)

Be duckin' from the head rushin' (uh) Wu-Tang production (uh)

Percussions bringin repercussions (uh) I hold my mic sideways BUSTIN

Another one bites the dust and (uh)

Cardiac arrest clutchin' (uh) your chest suckin' (uh)

Your last breath, M-R, period, Meth

Niggas, dyin' from papercuts, BLEEDIN TO DEATH

Down these mean streets Jonny Quest (uh)

From ASCAP to NASDAQ, get that money sack (uh)

These habitats ain't no place to raise a FAMILY AT

These alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uh)

So watch your back when you come to the slums

There ain't nowhere to RUN from the Iron Lizard Lung (uh)

Phasers on stun I be givin' it to Son

My plate spares no one, "My uzi weighs a ton"

'Pon cock, the Don Juan Doc

Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots

My description, black male, yellowed to mellow

I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow

With D-O, penal code, Deebo knows

To duck when he hear the bike, wit the squeaky clutch

Swallow this hard act to follow

You could parachute off my slang and use my, rhymes to toggle

I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted

I stomp harder in slow motion den, den-den-den

Yo, fuck your applaud, bitches still rush me

Like they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards

Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped

By Jamal with the Wu sword

My crew specialize in, snakin' your bitch

Robbin you, while you on the floor, shakin' and shit

I'm doin me now do you (Yo, who you?) Doc

I bomb shit 'til the Conflict's Crucial, I

Be the black "El Nino," I mean yo, I'm supreme

Like the team show witcha paid yo' cream fo'

(To see us sit down?) Yo, nah we get the fuck up

(And leave the one you wit) Then take her from Usher

That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes

U.S. Marshal's, out to pen us up like Snipes

(Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and Meth alive!

(Ayo you lick that a-way) You lick out the other side