Trina Moe Lyrics by DMX

Trina Moe Lyrics

    What!
    Uhh!
    What!
    C'mon!

    Hook:
    Ayo!
    Bounce to that trina moe
    Niggas about to blow
    Bouncin straight out the door
    Here we go, here we go

    [verse 1]
    Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight
    Only dogs eatin is us we snatch all plates
    Err, err! err! get him boy
    Click, click, pop the leash, hit him boy
    Niggas brag about waggin, we stop the tails
    X drop an album, niggas droppin sales
    Niggas can't fuck with the dog, forget about it
    Money went up against the dog, read about it
    Man listen, you cats better walk easy
    I'm on some positive shit but i still walk greasy
    Aint nothin changed, still aint sweet
    Stand on one block, but i own the whole street
    And on the whole street is dirty niggas wit funny moves
    Leavin your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes
    Rest of them ass kissers, is sensitive ass niggas
    Fourth album, and i still get in that ass nigga

    Hook 2x

    [verse 2]
    It's dark and hell is hot, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
    And then there was x
    Got niggas like what's next and then
    Hit 'em again, you cats aint never gon' win
    I was here before most of y'all careers were born
    I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong
    Difference between right and wrong is me
    Niggas talk shit, but you can't mc
    We already know how much your watch is worth
    Talk about, helpin the hurt, savin the church
    Won't you brag about helpin out where you come from
    And give brothers a job that really want one
    Gotta think about that shit you said, you don't mean it
    I done listened to that shit you said, but i done seen it
    Most of you cats is type funny
    But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon get type ugly

    Hook 2x

    [verse 3]
    Man i'm already knowin, like y'all niggas is knowin
    You can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin, what!
    Seein is believin and well, let's just see
    I aint even gon' speak, one million the first week
    Aight, let's ask the streets, how many sold?
    What? three niggas, three months to go gold?
    C'mon esse, keep it real holmes
    You fuckin with the dog, you already know
    This aint nothin new, fuck is you mad at
    15 million, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
    Rest assured, i'm best abroad
    You can test billboard, cuz the, rest are frauds
    I got 18 years under my belt, rappin
    Let me see, you was three, i was, makin it happen
    Next time we bump heads don't be hard headed
    Show some motherfuckin respect bitch, or you'll all get it

    Hook 2x


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