I'ma have ta show niggaz how easily we blow niggaz
When you find out there's somemore niggas, that's runnin with your niggaz
Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle, light it up like a candle
just cause I can't stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bussin' grapes
Think you holdin weight? Then you haven't met the Apes

[. Smirks. Low whistle toward the dog. Pitbull's snarl deepens. Despite pupiness, it was large, a powerful beast. Son of one of the worst pitbulls 'pon alley in New York. Dubbed 'Blood', for reasons obvious to most. 9 month old pitbull moves forward, broad chest, well muscled. Obvious dog was preparing to attack. .]
Sure can.
[. Ruthless smirk flashed toward the other. Suddenly grabs the thick chain 'round the pitbull's neck. The dog snaps forward, 90 pounds thrown into his chest, yet chain holds taunt upon his neck, restricting teeth from snapping on the girl. DMX pulls back. As soon as weight of the pitbull shifts back 'pon haunches, he lets go. Allowing red and white pitbull to stands, snarling, hardly a foot away. DMX glances up at her. Dark brown eyes turning from the hateful glance to a mischeivous glare. Stands, the pitbull snarling. .]

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