Lyrics:
my family, fucking with my dogs and recording
According to the man upstairs, we all got our own problems
So you, stop worrying about bail (Aight)
and a quarter man
(get it?)
By the time your body hit's the floor
You're dead and with my team of
Four, your getting cornered, man
Wilhelm, hardcore cyborg
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
frying dog, you frying with me? (fry with me)
If I'm dieing dog, you dieing with me? (die with me)
Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns
, gun, gun
I know you told me I should stay away
I know you said he's just a dog astray
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
moode
All of my dogs fully and them love to tek soul
Whole of d Caribbean know me wicked and cold
Try test me now me gine mek me gun rise
Put shot ina
THE ARTILLERY MAN AND THE FIGHTING MACHINE
Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pouding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
Fuck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems
up a dog fucking never lack
Dont need no gun
You Know we gunna have some fun
Thats the magic baby cause you see it all and we go young
I got that magic
said I'd take the gun and run
One year later got the valley tape comin' up
Made a couple friends, even a few enemies
If you got it confused, then homie
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
"The ?"
(feat. Redman)
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's
Supportin my family, fuckin with my dogs and reportin
According to the man upstairs, we all got our own problems
So why the fuck you worryin about theirs
okay that 90210 talk bitches talk to me
And they send you niggas postcards
What you think I flow for?
Y'all niggas is old dog
Y'all over the hill like
okay that 90210 talk bitches talk to me
And they send you niggas postcards
What you think I flow for?
Y'all niggas is old dog
Y'all over the hill like
the squad and we really got a flight plan
Got my dogs bet I’m out here man they my fam
Out the fog now we bout to land on white sand
On our job ain’t no
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
shining
But thugs like me, repping QBC
Is a place when is cold out, niggaz go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into,
Monsta
Fuck, uh
Geek this shit up, yeah
(20Rocket on this bitch so it's gon' knock)
Yeah, that you do?
'Cause when the gun, click, I click
it just to see another day
They hunting us like we dogs man I’m pray that we stay safe
They too focused on our color they don’t treat us like we people
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