young man) It's not as easy as it seems (Go slow young girl) You gotta fight, fight to be free (Go slow young man) You gotta stay free (Go slow young
fucked up vehicle. switchin my lines. Hotel asks a nigga: "could I share my dimes?±. Picture that, when you scared to draw toes. Playin me close. Rollin with the dogs
Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah Check it out Flipmode Squad, '98 Raw deluxe, check it out y'all VERSE 1 I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak
broadway yo The crack-head rappers better just say no Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo Weak flow
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
Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama
the rain fill my eyes Let the rain set me free Let it rain down on me Just inside the distance I hear the late September dogs And so I beg for sleep
truck in a two car garage Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch, call the cops I'm a kill you and them Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs
as soon as the shit get started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets
ass law no love Better let dogs loose, got him, hold him up And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with 'cuz All the real niggas in the streets with
truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!" I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
Verse 2: Fiend] Rolling trees can do something for you No matter what you be goin through Execution flow Ten thousand grams of potassium Streets I roam
a boat & send me to the coast , I miss them nights when I used to pipe & deep stroke & I even used to fucking ball like a free throw ; every Friday
God, two words, no guns, break arms Break necks, break backs, Steven Seagul Free young bars, fresh men of the Roc Left the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs
God, two words, no guns, break arms Break necks, break backs, Steven Segal Free young bars, fresh men of the Roc Left the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs
yet, my eyes are bloodshot And when the drums drop, that's the fun part Stare and snipe you out here at the street fight Let the beat ride black market
or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
, tuck the heats in you fuckin seats Honeys suckin me, sweets Do a 90 in the jeep Red glorious, might stand victorious A hundred story high in story in Poor men of the street
