regardless of obstacles made Hey tough, this one goes out to you This is an ode to a man Who spent his whole life in a fight Never getting counted out
Перевод: Street Dogs. Истребитель.
quitting regardless of obstacles made Hey tough, we're singing your praises here This is an ode to a man who spent his whole life in a fight Never getting
's my turn Never get in my way or you're getting' rolled over Like Rover cuz' my fist's a bulldozer I throw these dogs in the street to melodys Like
[Verse 1:] Picture me rollin in that bmdub Headed to the club Fresh out the tyson fight Beamer all rimmed up Shinin with the big homie five car caravan
it What Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs
Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson Wish you could see my face now Feel like I'm ? See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka
them, how they talk to me Trolley car rings out the morning The whistle blows at noon A cat fight breaks open the night While watch dogs bay at the
crying I saw a brother sell his brother While the cops held another, They were laughing I saw two dogs in the street, A black one and a white one, They were fighting
artillary shots as well, yeah [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] You think I give a fuck if you don't like me, nigga, put em up in the club and fight me, I'm sorry
' test us The thugs commin' back to bring the thug essence Thugs commin' back to bring back the thug blessin's For the Lord where doin' to fight the wind I'ma fight
or lay down Hold down, welcome to the showdown I think it's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump
passed that, get em outta here, 'cause you could have that [Prodigy] Four pounds, stumbled off grounds Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time Your dogs
, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger, all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash rap, wanna fight
Out in the streets The dogs are on the run, the cats are all in heat Out in the streets Snakes are all around you, dirty rats are on their way They control
mad slow and that's why I'll easily light it Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited Your ass looks stupid, tryna fight it You wanna
Intro What, what You over there Styles? Yeah dog Second album nigga, real L.O.X Blaze We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon) Fuck yall niggas
when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle