Big Dogs

Def Squad, Wu-Tang, ha-ha-ha

Check it, check it out (yeah, yo, yo)

Check it, check it out (yeah, yo, yo, uh)

Check it, check it out (word up, uh)

Check it, check it out (yo, yo, yo)

Check it, check it out (man Meth, uh)

Check it, check it out (yo-yo-yo, yo)

Check it, check it out (yo, yo, yo)

Check it, check it out (word, yeah)

Call us gorillas of the mist, raunchy vocalists

(Yo, code name) doc, what's your name? (Hot Nix)

Who them slick kids puffing that shit, holding they dicks?

Yo, them same two driving your whip, fucking your bitch

Hold me down, son

Yo, I hold you down with the pound

You got a lot of bitches? Ayo, but where they at now?

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

Got my mittens on a kitten, making it meow-meow

Yo, we bring the beef to you infested with the mad cow

(Disease) we set to load, cock and squeeze

(Boo-yaa!) we too hard to hold on

One-armed slam ya like Nikolai Volkoff

When I dip-dip-dabber, the antisocializer

Everything be ice cream, observe the frugia gloucester

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

Starting lineup: Iron Lung (Funk Doctor)

Don't fuck with the big dog (yeah)

Don't fuck with the big dog (slide)

Don't fuck with the big dog (huh)

Don't fuck with the big dog (style)

Johnny Blaze the Ghost Rider (uh) ghost stories by the campfire (uh)

We night breed, vampire (vampire)

Ducking from the Head Russian (uh) wu-Tang production (uh)

Percussion's bringing repercussions (uh)

I hold my mic sideways, busting, another one bites the dust and (uh)

Cardiac arrest, clutching (uh) your chest sucking (uh)

Your last breath, M-R, period, Meth

Niggas dying from papercuts, bleeding to death

Down these mean streets, Johnny Quest (uh)

From AS-CAP to NAS-DAQ get that money sack

These habitats ain't no place to raise a family at

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

So watch your back when you come to the slum

There ain't nowhere to run from the Iron Lizard lung (uh)

Phases on stun, I be giving it to son (yeah)

My plate spares no one, my Uzi weighs a ton

(Word up, mad hog)

Don't fuck with the big dog (check it, check it out)

Don't fuck with the big dog (check it, check it out)

Don't fuck with the big dog (check it, check it out)

Don't fuck with the big dog (check it, check it out)

Check it, check it out (check it out, huh)

Check it, check it out (huh)

Check it, check it out (don't fuck with the big dog)

Check it, check it out

Pon cauc', the Don Juan Doc

Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots

My description: black male, yellow to mellow

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

With D-O, Pino Co', Peabo knows

To duck when he hear the bite with the squeaky clutch

Swallow this, hard act to follow

You can 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 (dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)

Yo, fuck yo' applaud, bitches still rush me like they rush the store

Before Soul Train awards, the corporator law

Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped by Jamal with the Wu sword

My crew specialize in snaking your bitch

Robbing you while you on the floor shaking and shit

I'm doing me, now do you (yo, who you?) Doc

I bomb shit 'til the conflict's crucial, I

Be the black Emiño, I mean, yo

I'm supreme like the team show, what you paid your cream fo'?

(To see you sit down) yo, nah, we get the fuck up

(And leave the one you with) then take her from Usher

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

U.S. Marshals out to pin us up like snipes

(Throw it in and drive) fuck takin' me and Meth alive

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

Yeah, yeah