Music Video

DMX - Get At Me Dog [feat. Sheek Louch] (Fixed Video Clean) [[[R.I.P. DMX]]]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Lead Vocals
Sheek Louch
Sheek Louch
Vocals
B.T. Express
B.T. Express
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DMX
DMX
Composer
Sam Taylor
Sam Taylor
Composer
Damon Blackmon
Damon Blackmon
Composer
Anthony Fields
Anthony Fields
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dame Grease
Dame Grease
Producer
P.K.
P.K.
Additional Producer
D'Anthony Johnson
D'Anthony Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Darrin Dean
Darrin Dean
Executive Producer
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Executive Producer
Joaquin Dean
Joaquin Dean
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Where we, where we taking them? I think they ready for the question They ready for the question? I think so They ready for the question? They ready for the question? Are y'all ready for the question? Where's my dogs at? Come on, come on, come on Yeah, I'm right here dog Where my dogs at? We right here dog Where my dogs at? I'm right here dog What must I go through to show you shit is real? And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggaz feel Rob then I steal, not 'cause I want to, 'cause I have to Well don't make me show you what the mag do If you don't know by now then you slippin' I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggaz flippin' I got my man and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty Crimey, it's all for the money, is you wit' me? Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime And when it's on we transform like optimus prime I'll form the head, roll out, let's make it happen If we ain't gonna get it wit' them, we'll take the captain Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's off this nigga A novice nigga, never made a sound Breath too fuckin' hard like you gettin' bust down Ya niggaz wanna be killers? Get at me dog Ya niggaz wanna feel us? Get at me dog Ya niggaz want the bread? Get at me dog Rrrrrr arf arf What the deal? Ya niggaz wanna be killers? Get at me dog Ya niggaz wanna feel us? Get at me dog Ya niggaz want the bread? Get at me dog Yeah, rrrrr arf arf What the deal? Nowadays, don't get too good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin' niggaz What you doin'? Robbin' niggaz, jerkin' niggaz, stickin' niggaz 'Cause they deserve it, with money got murdered They know we died slow if they heard it The nigga there blew up the spot a while And the motherfucker ain't got shot in a while, y'know? And the stacks will light up, will fuck the night up Blow everything in sight up, fuck around and I'll have your ass right up What makes you think you wasn't able to stand? I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand The days are longer and it seems like I'm wastin' time I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin' mine I suck it all up like a sicka fly 'Cause nowadays gettin' by, catchin' An occasional meal and gettin' high I live to die, that's where I'm headed Let your man hold somethin', now it's all about you can get it Ya niggaz wanna be killers? Get at me dog Ya niggaz wanna feel us? Get at me dog Ya niggaz want the bread? Get at me dog Rrrrrr arf arf What the deal? Yeah
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Damon J. Blackman, Anthony Fields, Sammy Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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