All Bite No Bark (Remastered)

[Intro – spoken] Yeah… Everybody loud these days. Chest out… stompin’ ground… But the quiet ones? Those the ones you gotta watch. ⸻ [Hook] Talk shit, get hit, better watch that mouth, Fake tough boys get exposed real fast. All that fucking bark when the crew around, But alone you quiet when the t reall one comes out. Talk shit, get hit, that’s the code round here, Too many loudmouth clowns run on fear. Run them lips, better think it through, Wrong damn move bring it back to you. Sox feet down ion the ground is where goofie go down, brand new garden brand new veiw, ain’t no one seen your crew ⸻ [Verse 1] Seen too many loudmouths pound they chest, Boots on the floor like they built for war. Stompin’ the ground tryna look real fierce, But the act change up and fall apart when the pressure is near ya . Call the cops, have to put in all the stops. I stay quiet on my own course,, just watchin’ the show, While the loudest dude in the room puttin’ on a show. Real ones move calm, don’t need that sound, Confidence silent, it don’t stomp ground., it’s calm it’s smooth it’s calculated You scream tough while you swing your drink, I read the room quicker than you can think. One wrong shove, one wrong stare, Now the whole damn bar feel tension in the air, I don’t bark I don’t bite, always down for a fight. Seen street fights spark over ego and pride, Two loud mouths with nowhere to hide. But half them scraps barely last a round, One clean hit and the noise shut down. ⸻ [Hook] Talk shit, get hit, better watch that mouth, Fake tough boys get exposed real fast. All that bark when the crew around, But alone you quiet when the truth come out. Talk shit, get hit, that’s the code round here, Too many loudmouth clowns run on fear. Run them lips, better think it through, Wrong damn move bring it back to you. Sox feet down ion the ground is where goofie go down, brand new garden brand new veiw, ain’t no one seen your crew ⸻ [Verse 2] I seen yard fights spark in a jail range hall, Two big egos bangin’ on concrete walls. Crowd back up when the tension ignite, Everybody know it’s a two-minute fight. No gloves, no bell, no referee call, Just knuckles and pride on a cold concrete ffloor. Most of them scraps don’t last too long, Couple swings land then the guards rush on. That’s the truth when the pressure get real, All that tough talk show what you feel. Some freeze up when the moment ignite, Some swing once and shut off the lights. But the loudest dudes? Man they fold the quickest, Bravado loud but the courage ain’t with it. All that chest pound energy disappear fast, Soon as reality step in the path. You’ll collect your teeth, I’ll collect my retribution, that’s the way it goes in the institution ⸻ [Hook] Talk shit, get hit, better watch that mouth, Fake tough boys get exposed real fast. All that bark when the crew around, But alone you quiet when the truth come out. Talk shit, get hit, that’s the code round here, Too many loudmouth clowns run on fear. Run them lips, better think it through, Wrong damn move bring it back to you. Sox feet down ion the ground is where goofie go down, brand new garden brand new veiw, ain’t no one seen your crew ⸻ [Verse 3] Don’t mistake quiet for weakness or doubt, Some storms don’t rumble till they break out. I ain’t the loud one flexin’ the room, But my pressure reveal what a person gon’ do. Seen too many dudes play king for a night, Till a real one step and they lose that fight. All that fucking bark fade fast in the dark, When courage get tested heart to heart. Respect move silent like a turtle in a race but when I fight it’s at high pace No need for stompin’ or shoutin’ loud. But if someone push where the line been drawn, Then the calm turn sharp and the gloves come off. So keep them words measured when pride run thick, ‘Cause some people quiet… but they don’t miss. ⸻ [Final Hook – bigger] Talk shit, get hit, better watch that mouth, Fake tough boys get exposed real fast. All that bark when the crew around, But alone you quiet when the truth come out. Sox feet down ion the ground is where goofie go down, brand new garden brand new veiw, ain’t no one seen your crew Talk shit, get hit, that’s the code round here, Too many loudmouth clowns run on fear. Run them lips, better think it through, Wrong damn move bring it back to you.