come, the dogs of lust Out of my mind, into my life Somebody should be here to hold me Somebody should be here to show me, show me When you're lustful
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Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha My dogs is dogs with
nuthin to us We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust Seen bullets pop off - cause of greed and lust And when the big dogs die - who gon feed
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose Lust for them things that turn women to wives Live
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on
will never know Smellin' they own shit, when I rip the berrta slow The nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' silly Blowin'em and showin'em, 'cause my dogs
to discover hopes Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times was harder Went from rock star to the voice of a martyr Why white folk focus on dogs
was up It was nuthin to us We got blocks full of heroin Weed and dust/ Seen bullets pop off Cause of greed and lust And when the big dogs die Who gon
's no concern of theirs The world outside Corrupts my child So trust these eyes Faith is in your soul But in these walls Hormones stall Dogs will
the world Got my dogs and my girls got my shotgun, and my Glock Got my friends that keep it thorough Plus my family understand me I got a lust for wealth
never signed us? What if Oprah made them comments like Imus? What if you designed this? Thought like I did Said it like this What if Peyton was fightin' dogs
was nuthin' to us We got blocks full of heroin, weed and dust Seen bullets pop off, 'cause of greed and lust And when the big dogs die, who gon' feed
's roam All nite long and ah thuggin' there for days Wit my G's and we pray, help us Lord I done seen it all, done even lost a couple dogs Everything
days, rappers act pretty Rap shitty, lost in this New Jack City Talkin' bout all the (cars you lust) Guns you bust and still get roobed by the ones you trust But y'all (dogs
