Lyrics:
Err, here we go again
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
Yeah, yo Kiss
What up dog?
These niggas running around here like they controlling
[Dogs barking]
[Cop]
there they are
[Bizzy]
Shit..come on nigga come on
nigga run for it nigga make..
[Cop]
Freeze motherfucker!
[Bizzy]
Shit...
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Killah Priest
King Mu'tazila
Landed on a sick canvas
Now I roll his dead planet head bandaged
Sent through the God's commandment feel m
I
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (ay)
I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game (ay)
I'm a big dog
dead now, buried under the sun
You put your trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won
Man I wake up at the crack of dawn and still he's yawning
dogs --- bitches
So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two
So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do
H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots
the proceeding
Eve deceived Adam and got him thrown out of Eden
And Delilah dam Samson should have known
The strongest man blind and whipped, getting crushed by
calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sending me mail
Heard the block's in the same shape
Ain't nothin' changed
Niggas slangin' at the same place
dead homies
Man, that dog too clean, put some fent' on it
Water in my ear, three months rent on 'em
Party on the opp blocks, throw events on 'em
I give
Pizza Ranch bread, got an eyeball on my head
I just murdered this beat, man this shit is fuckin' dead (Woo)
D-line always talkin' so much shmack
Sayin',
Ayy
Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cams, you know (Daisy Lane Records shit, nigga)
Yeah (it it ain't no)
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no
You best buy a TV if you want me to stop
'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch
It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's
he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
These hills got a hell of a view
Man I got the walls painted blue
Yeah man and I saw satan too
I ball break and brew
My dogs got a clue
I walk
a light
And it comes right down and
It lands on the ground
And out comes the man from mars
And you try to run but he’s got a gun
And he shoots you dead
y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks
I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a shit
Then I heard my dogs barkin', there's some noise by
hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
every fuckin' thing off
Everything, except his tank top and his training bra
Ain't he raw? Yeah maniac, that's Shady, dog
Man, that motherfucker's
how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
craft I go berserk now
She just wanna ride my wave I told her you can't work by
Dog in a house you can't ride it
Run around town bad bitch she gun find it
head
Before I put a bullet
Through ya bloodclot dreads
These niggas ain't made of the
Same shit I’m made of
I dump a clip for my man if he need a favour
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