Lyrics:
He has a thick pierce in his tongue
No reason so we just keep moving,
Making music everyday
Yeah, gonna make it work
And find the power inside us
enemies killin' 'em all
I will not sleep I got to
Find who killed my dog
Lil Jimmy locked up so until he come home
Got a wall full of platinum
Pocket full
his ankles wake the dogs outside
Shoot straight
Choose to break or rack
If you've had enough
Give it up
No need to waste my time
Out cold on the welcome
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin cream was
to survive,
I'm built, I'm built, I'm built to survive
And we're built to survive
It's 1999 and going cyco's all that's on my mind
Controlled by hatred
out; her dog used as stuffing,
With all this fresh meat lying around the parricide starts thinking,
"It's such a shame to let it rot, I might as well
like Fly streak be, R.I.P. big D.O.G
Fly gone do it to 'em like ya told me make 'em feel me
Keep the kindness all up in me, keep the realest rollin' wit
disappearing
You confused by the liar paradox
Invoke it big and the drum
Is like a Triceratops
I don't be talking and it says a lot
This dumb motherfucker
All women are crazy all men are dumb
'cause though we know they're crazy
We still want some it's nothing new
And it's sad but true
And we just can't
I'm reminded again
As it blows right by me, it's like dying
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I return as if I'm expected
I don't blend in, I stand out
I don't camp out, nor do lines
Just black girls that do girls
And white girls that do lines
I'm a dog, ho, do it doggy
thing
Baby the whole thing
That lil bitch she a fan likely
I let the 40 ring all day
Just like it's scam likely
Yo' man a cold bitch
Got hired by his
He'd give me the keys to his flat in Greenpoint if I needed a place to crash
I could sleep on the futon by his bed
But I'm not sure he knows who I am
Imma do this by myself only
How the fuck you spinning for that pussy nigga
You ain't never spin it for your dead homie
Life sucks
Six feet don't get too
a n**** with a chopper die by a 22'
But we can get ignorant
Shady like Eminem
In love wit' da' Benjamins
My n****, we killin' it (we killin' it yeah!)
level dog
I’ma snap if its bread involved
Everyday a lesson
And If the money coming in
I’m never stressing
Counting all these checks and
Counting all
Hey now if I could save my money I could get there alone
If I knew now what my dog knew then I could buy him a bone
Johnny he owes me cash but I
I saw on TV about this little kid
Who had a pig for a pet
His mom had once been attacked by a dog
So a pig was the closest thing he could get
the river, I was a movin' yak
The sheriff and his dog were breathin' down my back
That river sure was muddy and it sure was wide
I left that bloodhound
knockin' out hoes like Hatton
'Til he gets locked by the feds with a gun and starts squealin' before he's been hit with a baton
I made happen what no one
thought it might have kept me by your side
If you go away, Ne me quitte pas, if you go away
Been training dogs again
To bite your little princess
And making sure they make a scene
Running errands all the way
Communicate in codes
out shows but my soul I never sold
I told my fam we gon' make it and I kept my promise
If we talking mathematics know I'm making honours
My dog need
an oyster? Your oyster
We can serve you your oyster on a platter
Lined with pearls or perhaps you'd rather
Try to find it by yourself? Uh Oh
Just when you
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