Lyrics:
Title: Dulcimer Twins
Words & Music By: Michael Ronstadt, Rick Denzien
Intro: - waltz feel : D Em C G : 4x ver 3
Chorus:
D Dulcimer Em
Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing
Cause I don't give
on first." "Yeah" "The fellow's name" "Who" "That's right."
"The world will note that the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima."
Abbott: "Who Is
Slim Thug
Yeah, We Back
Slim Thugga
Mannie Fresh
This for the real niggas in the club, man
Holla at em Fresh
[Chorus: x2]
In the streets (in
when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that Crack
A G what the streets done made me
And the only language I speak is "Fuck you pay me" bitch
And when
this gangsta Life
The Ghetto The G Code
The Ghetto the G Code
Now all my soldiers soldiers
Thugs
Thugs
That represent them streets You bring
this gangsta Life
The Ghetto The G Code
The Ghetto the G Code
Now all my soldiers soldiers
Thugs
Thugs
That represent them streets You bring
it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin'
brothers like early Beck
I'm comfy on my iron throne
Word on the street that the god you pray to
And kneel to's an Esoteric clone, but I feel you
If he
killin you all
I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws
See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you
From a County Mayo town came
A man of great renown
As a sailor and a soldier was none bolder
He went to Americay at an early age, they say
As a cabin
ready to graze
Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me
The whole place was standin', G
What
streets of a-fucking-merica. and
Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that
Gangstas in the street
But who's left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New rule, 40 and a mule
me
Watch out Gangstas in the street
But who’s left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New
Rollin'
through the city
Its amazin',
We
come from the streets
gang banging was too raw
1993, I was bumping some of that Snoop Dogg
I'm surrounded by
Rollin'
through the city
Its amazin',
We
come from the streets
gang banging was too raw
1993, I was bumping some of that Snoop Dogg
I'm surrounded by
get the money pain is the fuel
Pain while we ride, pain make me do
[Chorus]
Money is a must on these streets by the duffle bag
Garbage bag,
make that ass clap
Like it's proud of me
She said "I will" like ill with an apostrophe
It's lil' Tunechi, word around on the streets
Now everything
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas
How you
'Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even
and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his
went outside to drain my
Main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
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