Bark Like a Dog - Strong Arm Steady, Phats Bossalini, Montage One

I’m not your normal your rap artist beg your pardon

Turn you to a target cause you fucking with the Seargant

You gotta feel me dog I’m more than starvin

Plus my hustle’s sick and the flow’s retarded

Couple mixtapes and the flow’s on the market

Now my shit bangin from the burbs the projects

My pants saggin and I’m boasting and bragging

Shots of patron yeah we go for the gallon

Think of this picture me in the phantom

The G-5 make a easier landing

We can’t stand him

Thats what the haters say

But I’m good money like a Michael Jordan fadeaway

Pray for the day I get this money on the straight away

I’m trying to feed my family for God sakes

But these are the brakes and the streets filled with snakes

And thats why I keep time with the cartier

This lion’s missing his heart

Bark like a dog

Knowing you’re the first one that the cops call

This lion’s missing his heart

Diverse

Waking up the dead with a live verse

Small fry niggas die first

Do a live search

Of your fave five, top five dead or alive

Big and Pac, then you got Nas

So who’s four and five?

Jay Z

If you over 40 then it’s Kool Moe Dee

SIKE!

You know you like Em despite being white

Some say the 18th letter dropped the most gems

So number five must be Rakim or Eminem

Ice and Scareface

Snoop Dogg or 50 cent

Kweli and Prodigy

Alchemist and evidence

Was touring with Redd and Meth

Now those are some of the best niggas on the east coast like

Rae and Ghost

Can’t forget KRS

Slick Rick, Dougie Fresh

DOC, Andre 3000 that’s the best

Common sense and Lil Wayne, LL Cool J

The best hooks got to Nate Dogg and T Pain

Big Pun, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane

With Scoob and Scrap, throw in Big L

Now who fucking with that?

Bark like a dog

Niggas only act hard in they back yard

This lion’s missing his heart

Bark like a dog

Knowing you’re the first one that the cops call

This lion’s missing his heart

We track beaters, with 8 channel heat-seekers

16 bars combined with guitar riffs

MP programmed to swing on every 4/5th

Timing is everything, king of the first verse

Master of the last one

Usually never have one

Written, but fully automatic with the spittin

Black alley-cat with no kittens

Dolo on my night walk

Pun told killas carry chalk and erasers

And stay on you niggas like tracers

You pull a hamstring

I pull your whole card

We tend to bogard

Later give your mic back

And tell you Imma need it tomorrow

Cause it’s like that

Matter of fact, what you got on my 40 sack

Phil got the purple pack

Kron with the honey wrap

Backwood ???

Kief makes the lungs collapse

Nigga we jock when we smoke this shit

And bitches at the front the of my stage

With they tit out

Brain in the green room

Everybody get out

The only nigga you know, you never put a hit out

But still pick up a mic and blow your fucking shit out

Bark like a dog

Niggas only act hard in they back yard

This lion’s missing his heart

Bark like a dog

Knowing you’re the first one that the cops call

This lion’s missing his heart