Lyric Damien
Uh Def Jam
Uh Ruff Rydes
Uh my nigga T.P. creep wit me
Why is it every move I make turns out to be a bad one?
Where s my guardian angel?
Need one wish I had one
I m right here shorty and I ma hold you down
You tryin to fuck hootie bitches?
I ma show you how
But who?
Name s D like you
But my friends call me Damien
And I ma put you in this up there
Up out this game we in
You and me could take it there
And you ll be the hottest nigga ever livin
That s a given?
You ll see
Hmmm, that s what I been wantin
All my life
Thinkin bout my little man
So I call my wife
Yo, yo dadda is about to make it happen
What you mean my nigga?
I m about to make it, rappin
Today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we re a lot alike
And wants to be my friend
You mean like Chuckie?
Ha ha, yeah just like Chuckie
Dadda, looks like we both lucky
Yeah
Chorus:
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon see em if you livin in a fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon see em if you livin in a fog?
A yo D
What up D?
You the smoove nigga
I seen you when nobody know who pulled the trigga
Yeah you know, it s always over dough
You sure? I could a swore it was over a ho
Naw, naw, that ain t my style
Nigga you stay frontin
But you still my man
And I ain t gon say nothin
Pass the weed, go head smoke it
What?
Go head, drink it
Word?
Go head and fuck shortie
Know I can keep a secret
Aight
I m about to have you drivin
Probably a Benz
But we gotta stay friends
Blood out blood in
Sounds good to me, fuck it
What I got to lose?
Hmmm
Nothin I could think of
Any nigga would choose
Got me pushin the whips
Takin trips across seas
Pockets stay laced
Nigga I floss g s
For that nigga, I would bleed
Give him my right hand
Now that I think about it
Yo, that s my man
Chorus X2
You like how everything is goin ?
You like what I gave you?
Yeah
You know if you was goin down
I d be the one to save you
True
But yo I need a favor
These cats across town hate me
Plus their behavior hasn t been too good lately
What, anything for you dog
Where them niggaz at?
38th and Broadway
Aight, lemme get the gat
Run up on em strapped
Bust off caps in 4 niggaz
Lay low for bout a month
Then kill 2 mo niggaz
Now I m ready to chill
But you still want me to kill
Look at what I did for you dog
Come on, keep it real
Aight, fuck it, I ma do it
Who is it this time?
A yo remember that kid Shaun
You used to be with in 89?
Naw, that s my man
I thought I was yo man
But yo that s my nigga
Hey, who s yo biggest fan?
Either do it, or give me yo right hand
That s what you said
I see now ain t nothin but trouble ahead
Uh huh
Chorus X2
To be continued mother fuckers
Uh Ruff Rydes
Uh my nigga T.P. creep wit me
Why is it every move I make turns out to be a bad one?
Where s my guardian angel?
Need one wish I had one
I m right here shorty and I ma hold you down
You tryin to fuck hootie bitches?
I ma show you how
But who?
Name s D like you
But my friends call me Damien
And I ma put you in this up there
Up out this game we in
You and me could take it there
And you ll be the hottest nigga ever livin
That s a given?
You ll see
Hmmm, that s what I been wantin
All my life
Thinkin bout my little man
So I call my wife
Yo, yo dadda is about to make it happen
What you mean my nigga?
I m about to make it, rappin
Today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we re a lot alike
And wants to be my friend
You mean like Chuckie?
Ha ha, yeah just like Chuckie
Dadda, looks like we both lucky
Yeah
Chorus:
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon see em if you livin in a fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon see em if you livin in a fog?
A yo D
What up D?
You the smoove nigga
I seen you when nobody know who pulled the trigga
Yeah you know, it s always over dough
You sure? I could a swore it was over a ho
Naw, naw, that ain t my style
Nigga you stay frontin
But you still my man
And I ain t gon say nothin
Pass the weed, go head smoke it
What?
Go head, drink it
Word?
Go head and fuck shortie
Know I can keep a secret
Aight
I m about to have you drivin
Probably a Benz
But we gotta stay friends
Blood out blood in
Sounds good to me, fuck it
What I got to lose?
Hmmm
Nothin I could think of
Any nigga would choose
Got me pushin the whips
Takin trips across seas
Pockets stay laced
Nigga I floss g s
For that nigga, I would bleed
Give him my right hand
Now that I think about it
Yo, that s my man
Chorus X2
You like how everything is goin ?
You like what I gave you?
Yeah
You know if you was goin down
I d be the one to save you
True
But yo I need a favor
These cats across town hate me
Plus their behavior hasn t been too good lately
What, anything for you dog
Where them niggaz at?
38th and Broadway
Aight, lemme get the gat
Run up on em strapped
Bust off caps in 4 niggaz
Lay low for bout a month
Then kill 2 mo niggaz
Now I m ready to chill
But you still want me to kill
Look at what I did for you dog
Come on, keep it real
Aight, fuck it, I ma do it
Who is it this time?
A yo remember that kid Shaun
You used to be with in 89?
Naw, that s my man
I thought I was yo man
But yo that s my nigga
Hey, who s yo biggest fan?
Either do it, or give me yo right hand
That s what you said
I see now ain t nothin but trouble ahead
Uh huh
Chorus X2
To be continued mother fuckers
