Lyrics:
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
K.C., Kurt Cobain!
On my dead homie ain't nothin' gonna take me out
Until the Good Lord say it's time for me to go
So Imma stay up in this ho & keep
Seems like n****s want to talk all night
What we gonna do?
We ain't gonna say nothing more, we gonna get with ya'll, on side
That's how suppose
runs beneath the streets
Psychopatchic ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie,
Zug Izland, ICP, and TWIZTID!
Hey you bitch boy guess what?
Me and my brother
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
mother fuckers never getting shit from me
It's sad 'cause you was like my brothers, no other homies above ya
But you rather suck up to some faggot who
a dope rhyme
Be instead I'd rather leave another brother dead
Cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread
I'm makin' papers, brothers catchin'
locked up
I'm tryin to survive but there's too many playa hatin haters
Always want static, like boom holla at ya later
Homie this ain't no love in this
a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal, others
past dark,
And the only other Blood hood is Campanella Park.
Hacienda, swans, and bounty hunters'll call ya number.
Rollin' 30's and 20's, outlaws,
to the dumdums
They call you niggas
And niggas try steel were they come from
I bring the front to all my homies out riding
Help a homie get on his feet,
out they body like I won't shoot 'em
I hate this famous shit (yeah, yeah)
And I'm from that block your homie'll kill ya
That's that dangerous shit
the shady side slang
And gangs bang for the bucks
By the millions
Living with the pitty Of
Another ones opinion
Cautious and heartless
At the cost
things dance in my mental
I'm risking yo life my advice
Fuck ya little knife cut'em deep with this axe
On the other side of that is a point for ya skull
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
second guessed, but guess what this is
That’s right– you getting cut
Let me tell ya a story about that one guy that came by
He was a guy from around
assassin from the D.P.G.
And I'll be one precious and duchess emsee
When ya catch us in the cut and ya lookin like what
Best believe it be Daz and that nigga
numbers 9, 9, 9
cngels Right by our side
No cin't losing my sight
I know you the one for me
We living luxury
Too much to say I could write me
One hand wash the other, I never shit on my niggas
I roll with them niggas that be pulling them triggers
I rep the dead and the living
We the best
every verse
Other brothers fiction on it
But what my lyrics will tell
Is I'm different from all them
But life is to short
All my niggas living in this
any issues grow
No games; it's fasho, Emergency Contacts get front rowed
Ya Granny and Son knows, Ya should've brought a gun Joe
Instead of being gung
by time and progress
Lending it a distinctive quality a
Modern city embracing technology
But somewhat overtaken by nature
Still trying to find
Ghost, Kiss
Just Blaze!
We don't ride how you niggas ride
Politics to the side no one sicker than I
First the devil will try to conquer
Then he'll
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