"Otis (Remix)" lyrics

The Dog is back baby
Buss (go hard or go home)
Buss (Dog, what up?)
Buss these niggas in their fucking head!

I'm right here dog, for real
You know how we do
It is not a fucking game!

Any you niggas got a doctor in the house

[DMX:]
I'm taking the mic, fuck who's next
Two niggas repping the R, X and X
My nigga, there are no raps shit
My nigga clap shit that quick
Yeah, we on that shit

[Busta Rhymes:]
'Bout to roundhouse kick your, motherfuckers, face off
My voice so big you can turn the fucking bass off
Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops surround the place off
I'm busting DMX up in this bitch, you better take off

[DMX:]
Went away for a while, jail, prison
Getting down for real, fuck it, living!
Don't worry 'bout what condition I'm in
Cats can't survive half the places I've been

[Busta Rhymes:]
And while a lot of motherfuckers sit and watch the throne killer
We in the booth barking dog, welcome home nigga
We spazzing in this bitch, while we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this shit's supposed to sound like
Dog, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with 'bout 30 bitches in the trunk
Come on

[DMX:]
They're saying locked down is easy
But a nigga like me is greasy
Population or PC? Check my file, nigga? See what I'm on
Feeding niggas with that thing then I'm gone

[Busta Rhymes:]
Most you niggas talk too much, putting police on 'em
Bunch of blabbermouth-ass niggas: Jackie Gleason
I dig my foot in your face, putting my cleats on
You niggas steady watching me putting the streets on

[DMX:]
You need to think 'cause I got on chain that something changed?
Bitch, I am the streets, what's my name?
I've been trying to stay sucker-free but look where the suckers be
Lit the fire under me, can't a motherfucker breathe

[Busta Rhymes:]
I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever it's time to punish
Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw their ass in the rubbish
I don't give fuck what they think, you niggas know that I run this
You niggas can see just what it is and how I'm on it
How I fuck your money up and be the foulest nigga

[DMX:]
Fall back 'cause of all that noise you're making
Only lets me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking
Before I leave you dead and stinking
Look here, I don't play games, I don't say names
Jump through with the guns out, spraying lames
I don't take aim, hit the whole crowd
(Ch't-ch't boom, ch't-ch't boom)
My shit loud

[Busta Rhymes:]
You'll niggas know my M.O, I kill you, little boy
Heat-seeker missile, whistle seek and destroy
You ain't ready for the stand-off
And while a dog shooting, I'm chopping a nigga's hand off
Funny little nigga, see the way I treat him
Talk shit when I whoop niggas, then I beat 'em
And if you run around, I whoop your ass, cookoo
Don't talk back when your father's talking to you
These corny niggas is waving surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, pussy, I'm teaching your ass manners
Fuck your ass up bad, bitch, more bangers
And air 'em out to dry like we left 'em on clothes hangers
I'm sickly as hell, eat your body up: cancer
Who's the nicest in the spot? You'll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughter
These niggas say they're thug but be looking more like a dancer
There's something that you niggas need to know, it's so important
That I ain't the one to fuck with homie, I'm tired of talking!