Just in Case (feat. Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross & DMX) - Godfather of Harlem

Yo Swizz, that's what we doing? Weezy, what up? (Woo-wee) Why must you insist on being so motherfuckin' much? (woo) Like a motherfuckin' pussy to a dog, bitch? Hm-m Nah, dog (come on) Who let the dogs out? Who let the dogs out? I stretch your jaw out, who next to call out? Who left the call-out? (Uh) you catch the fall-out (yeah) You take the ball out, I get to ball out (come on) None of my dawgs could say I left my dawgs out (uh-huh) I never dog out, my fellow bloodhound (wow) I left it all out, y'all lettin' it all out (yeah) Go extra hard out, go ask your dog 'bout me Lil Tunechi baddest dog up in the dog house (uh) Keep a bad bitch walk around with my bone out (uh) She swallow puppies, you know we got PETA on the phone now (okay) I make her pussy rain cats and dogs, ooh, it's pourin' down (damn) Gave my dog a pound 'cause he hit me with a couple pounds (rrr) Tell your big dog I'll break him down to puppy chow (oh) Bow, I left your skull out I DM'd DMX and said they never X'd the dog out (Here we go, woof) let the dogs out (Here we go, woof) let the dogs out (Goddamn, woof, let it go) let the dogs out (Oh, woof, talk to me) let the dogs out (Talk to me, woof) let the dogs out (Talk to me, woof) let the dogs out Who let the dog out? They let the dog out Straight out the dog house, now get the fuck out What y'all niggas know about makin' a movie? Show 'em out Careful, what you're sayin' will get you punched in your mouth (come on) When it's time to roll out (uh), my niggas is goin' out (uh) Comin' with that hardware that y'all niggas don't know about Let off and blow 'em out, that's how we show 'em out (uh) Put a couple of bodies on them things then we throw 'em out Serious niggas spit serious shit (uh) When I hear y'all niggas spit, all I hear is a bitch When it's time to get active (ah), my niggas get into it I ain't sayin' you a sucker, I'm just sayin' don't do it (please) (woo) (Woof) let the dogs out (Here we go, woof) let the dogs out (Goddamn, woof, let it go) let the dogs out (Oh, woof, talk to me) let the dogs out (Talk to me, woof) let the dogs out (Bounce with me, woof) let the dogs out (Goddamn, woof) let the dogs out (Oh, woof, let it go) let the dogs out Huh, huh (come on), huh, huh Huh, huh, rrr Woof (ayy), woof (ayy) Woof (ayy), woof (what?) Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh (that just happened)

Let's get it on! We don't give a what what! We don't give a what what! (Shitttt) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Once again it's the Dark-Man, nigga Hit or spark a nigga Break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress, so unless You're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his liver rest, REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMB SEX, motherfucker feeding dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? Fuck it, find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem I dissolve them I'm like salt, lock it up hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you, need to get busted, you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught 'cause I creeps NIGGA! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor I'm at the crossroads, I look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day? They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand 'em, fake ass niggaz wanting to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz grom the saw with the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon' die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit? 'Cause when you look in my face, you see that hard shit! 'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real, just to show proof I hit the G.W.B., and blow the whole roof Off the toll booth, bitch ass nigga! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke him I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud, and let his blood choke him Up north, niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets, bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter, kid 'Cause, on the reals, I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide, but they want me on the Murder One But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light and then come out at night To make moves again stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell, 'cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life, I been the Devil's advocate Now, niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know why I'll split your motherfucking brains for! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Yo yo c'mon!

Look I be ridin' threw my old hood, But I'm in my new whip. Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit. They say they gon' rob me, see me neva do shit. Cause they know that's the reason that's gone end up on a news clip. Audemar on my wrist... BUSTDOWN! We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown. Memba meek dead broke? Look at me up now. I run my city from south philly back to uptown. Thank God all these bottles I popped, All this paper I been gettin', All these models I popped. I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop'd. And I'm only 23, I'm the shit now look at me, look at me. I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay. Shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like "no way! " Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way. And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell YAAAAY! Bitch I'm a BOSS! I call the shots. I'm with the murder team, Call the cops. We in the building, Ya'll are not. You short on the paper, you gone ball or not?... Bitch, I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost We in the bitch', It's goin' downnnnnn. Yeaa I'm the king, Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? Bitch I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye. Shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride. No love, cry when only babies die. And when I go that casket, better cost a hundred thou. I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes. Snatch his soul up out his shirt, let's take him for that ride. O.g. is one who standin' on his own feet. A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat. Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet. I'm a spazz on yo' ass like I'm on E! Or a double stack, better nigga, double that. Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back. Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters, Better run that dope back. BOSS! And I put that on my maybach. Fo' hundred thou, bitch you wish you saved that... Bitch, I'm a BOSS! I play the shots I call the cost We in the bitch', It's goin' downnnnnn. Yeaa I'm the king, Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? Bitch I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost Couple cars I don't neva drive, Bikes I don't neva ride, Crib I ain't neva been, Pool I don't neva swim, Fool you ain't better than, I move like the president. Err'thang black on black, you know I be strappin' that. Ratt'n ass niggas walkin' round wearin' wires. Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire. Bitch I'm a king, call me sire. If you say I "don't run my city", You a mu'fuckin' liar... I'm a BOSS! You a fraud. You cross the line, I get you murdered for a cost. Out in Vegas, I twist them laws. At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor. YEAH! Scared money don't make no money, If I eva go broke, I'm a take yo' money, I ain't neva dropped a dime, You ain't take nun from me, In the hood err'day, Bitch I'm good, what I say?... Bitch I'm a BOSS! Bitch, I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost We in the bitch', It's goin' down. Yeaa I'm the king, Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? Bitch I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost

It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-three The street sounds like a symphony We got John Coltrane and a love supreme Miles, and she's got to be an angel Lady Day got diamond eyes She sees the truth behind the lies Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Angel of Harlem She says it's heart, heart and soul Yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah (right now) Blue light on the avenue God knows they got to you An empty glass, the lady sings Eyes swollen like a bee sting Blinded you lost your way Through the side streets and the alleyway Like a star exploding in the night Falling to the city in broad daylight An angel in Devil's shoes Salvation in the blues You never looked like an angel Yeah, yeah, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem