lite 'em up Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out All
take his life By taking his gun, no problem Just make sure we eating when we on the run Like slaves that's chained together, who killed master? The dogs
right.. your pretty funny.. oh wow my hand does feel softer Lily: wow Miley: I know he is soo hot and im so lame Lily: hey hes the one who belived that
Weak rhymes same topics This one for the street for the projects For my G's with the weed in the apartments (uh) For my dogs in the law hit with charges
'll Weak rhymes, same topics This one's for the streets, for the projects For my g's with the weed in the apartments For my dogs in the law hit with charges
ll, D-Dot ya'll Come On [Hook:] [Queen Pen] For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body) [T. Lee] For all my puffed out dogs
open, you start smokin wit ya girl She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads
'em up Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out All I do
For what else did we know? One day we'll reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters
tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards
change We out there running things doing our thug thing Game recognize and I been checking mine Gang of suckers try, get them lame second tries We G'd
Come On) Beat Beat, Skit Skit, No Ying Yang. Best Throat, West Coast, I Been Game. My Name, Yo Name ain't Tha Same. You Can't Complain you Been Lame.
Wannabes are crying now He votes them out Time to throw in the towel Shows based on reality Oh, the humanity! Oh, Ozzy's family Sho' loves profanity Whoa, the insanity Oh, dogs
we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu [Masta Killa] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all
don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
popular to cop them pies I'm taking this rap shit serious **** Jay shits like cake mix watch me rise Bay 6 in the basement waste it Asking my dogs for
who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Now tell me how many thugs get down like us And still harmonize like the great Temptations Sit back, look back, lame
