Lyrics:
see how it goes
c rare nigga still live by the code
I never change bout no money or hoes
cnd never fronted on none of the bros
Paint the sky with
box
Mr. Harris where the gun? lip locked
Yeah I got it locked down like a pill top
I been running to the money on the hilltop
You dont get it boy I
I'm what you're lacking
Me and my dogs ain't
New to the gun clapping
Stashing all the macs up
In a place where we be trapping
Living by the street
in Texas Like sandy
Fucked the bitch man i know She cant stand me
We aint kin niggas
Know we ain't family
Chopper DDT a nigga like Randy
Gift wrapping
It's like they wanna blind ya
They said you gonna be ok
Just that you'll need a dog to guide ya
No more guns, no more gangsta, no more ganja
Later I be
competition is summed
Up in one contender
I look him in the mirror every
Time that i go out
Count money by the lab in the grow house
Put my name on the show
on some gas that’ll give you protein
I can’t trust these niggas I be thugging by myself
Bitch I’m big lane I can’t put it on the shelf
On to bigger things I
Can be mighty nice living on a farm
C'mon man where you born in a barn
Wake up in the morning, gotta feed the hogs
Tend to the chickens and play with
on the mans, she gone shake it in the dirt
Bitch really said SKRT, but I make her ass surf
Niggas always actin up when I’m cruisin through the turf
Bitch take
keep sniffing the coco
Everything slow cause I smoked
And I'm faded both ways
While I'm solo
Out back by my dolo
Hopin she gon come and check up on me
We
that
I walk like that cause I talk like that
You just said the same thang
I just said the same thang
I'm from Louisiana you could tell by the accent
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)
Fish scale rap, cooked cocaine quiche
Me and Marc rhyme over propane beats
Tryin' to walk two dogs with the same leash
We
a greater man except Jesus
Who can touch me, bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me
The original Likwit rough rhymer
Protected by the gat and bandana, who
can't
Tell mе I ain't hood enough
I was in them trenchеs sippin'
Wockhardt by the 4
Melodized my pain now they label me the goat
Yeah got it out the mud,
that ain't yours
You ain't never blow your gun
Cleaned blood off a stained floor
Yeah, you might be holdin' one
But we ain't on the same course
I'm
smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities
Ayy, gang, uh
Ayy, gang (glah, glah)
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man? (Gang shit, nigga)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Better run, better duck when we pop up
could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
to front
You can play baseball and bunt or roll up a blunt
I'm the kind of dog that was released from the pound
I'll bark in yo face hopin you love da
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
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