BX We Invented Hip-Hop - Tim Dog

I give a fuck about the next nigga

I’m in the game for the check and the sex nigga

You think you hard when they calling you the best nigga?

Put that Tec to ya neck

Get out the Lex nigga

Driving down the boulevard in BX nigga?

Fuck your bitches

Send your ass home wet, nigga

Ill niggas from the projects

Little niggas carry Macs and Tecs

Homicidal for respect

With bigger hearts than King Kong

Kill a mother fucker on spites the theme song

For having that bling on

New York city streets is worse than Vietnam

Ring the alarm

Tim Dog is back

All you bitches get naked

All you niggas stay strapped

I ain’t KRS, but it’s return of the boom bap

Niggas talk shit get a hole in the fitted cap

Just like that

Just like this

Give a fuck about your feeling

Nigga suck my dick

All you faggot ass DJs won’t play my joint

I ain’t gonna talk

I’ll let the nine prove my point

And you cornball rappers wanna do a duet

Nigga bring you bitch and bring your check

How you been in the game for a year and you a vet?

When I look on the charts I don’t see no threat

The most hated emcee

Even hated by my brother

Fuck the source

They can keep the cover

I’m the illest nigga alive

«Why?»

you say

I dissed the west coast and I moved to L. A

Yea!

I don’t give a fuck mother fucker

I spit bombs

Niggas got beef with Dog

Shits on

We can throw hands or bottles or shoot guns

Niggas want to keep it on the stage and spit one

But I gotta tell you when your ass is done

I’m a burn emcees like the sun

Ya’ll niggas better run

When Tim Dog come to gun

I be dissing emcees for fun

A lot of niggas be biting shit

They run around in the game like they mother fucking nice and shit

Everybody know where Snoop got the D-O-G

And niggas know DMX got the bark from me

But you all want to say I hate

Check my resume bitch

Go back to '88

First Dog in the game

First Dog with the name

First up in the bitch

I’m in the Hall of Fame

You in the Hall of Shame

Ya all the same

While I was born to fam

I’m in the Hall of Game

Ya’ll some mother fucking swagger-jackers

Running after the sales of these crackers

And these fucking backpackers

And now you want to hate on me

Mark my words nigga

I’m the original D-O-G

I’m the sickest nigga

Got the baddest bitches, nigga

Niggas hire me for dissing

Cause I’m quick to diss a nigga

And quick to stick a nigga for his fucking riches, nigga

Digging on your fucking grave

Make you shit your britches, nigga

I rain on you niggas to hurt you

Nigga i ain’t drunk of the Cristal

High off the purple

I’m focused, man

And I’m hungry as fuck

And you faggot ass rappers done pushed your luck

I’m a get you for your jewels

And get you for your truck

I’m a get you till your very last God damn buck

And show the industry that your wack as fuck

BX mother fucker

What’s up?

Up town niggas are the craziest

West side niggas are the craziest

South Bronx niggas are the craziest

From Hunts Point to Co-op

We invented Hip-Hop

BX and we ain’t gonna stop

Our body guard’s a Glock and not a cop

Our rhymes are hot, your rhymes is not

Ya’ll mother fuckers stop 'fore your ass get shot

I’m the D-O-G and your ass is not