Lyrics:
hittin the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villians will finish you off Head in your chest brain Dead
the beginning of war
I let you know you dealing with dogs
My villians will finish you off
Head in your chest brain
Dead on the van on the express way
While I
Better stay wide awake
Or be found dead by the lake
King Keys back with Pimpmattic
Lose my shoe in your ass
Better stay wide awake
Or be found dead
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
(bah-bah)
As if, the AK's massive, the corn start crashin'
Them man start dashin', we nearly peeled him (bah-bah)
Multiple mashings, multiple splashings
dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I
dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, i ain't the vet
N I
[Chorus]
I'm ready for war
I do it for sport
I kick in the door
Say less and do more
I pray to the lord
Why are you testing me dog
I got the force
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half
eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous
I leave you dead by your hoe
Freeze tag, i put you in that fridge with
A tag on your toe
And if he say my name I split his egg
Gone splatter yo yolk
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
orange on him (bang)
Shoot you now it's orange on ya (red on ya, dududuh)
Ayy, ayy, now it's dead on ya
Dead mans in my pocket, ayy, and I spend 'em
bout the money in this country or you're dead
Niggas talking tough & sly, like it's aight
Just wait till I look you dead in your eyes dog
That fake fuck
time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
I'm
really want no smoke with a big dog like me
Run it by PE$O man the glock don't like you
Then it don't like him, man it's finna bite him
Choppa started
Don’t get me in my element
Speak holographic images like the reverend
Who never ran from man
Even shackles fear a man
Left foot right foot
Toy soldiers
attention to pay them talking
Make way for a dead man walking
Recognize when a player slide by
Hear the birdies chirp, my oh my
No attention to pay them
touring
Keep up the pouring
That poison yo organs
I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead
Popping them pills
Til these artists there's more dead
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
everybody's drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's
pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell
shooter ran away so we call him Big Dipper
I'll O-Dog yo ahh so that is the kiccer
Leave 20 on the table they call me a tipper
20 in your body might call me
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