will we unlearn the lies, refuse the cost and throw it all to the dogs? Throw it all, throw it all, throw it all, throw it all to the dogs! Signs
번역: 비극. 개.
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
play games with your life nigga, it's not worth All the pain (All the pain) All the agony (All the agony) All the horror (All the horror) All the tragedy (All the tragedy
But all we see is dark days, ain't no sun rays Only gun plays, in My Hood [Chorus: Killah Priest (Amber Alexis)] In My Hood (What you see is tragedy)
colorblind We rap for curb servers that hop in and out of cars Rep four cats wit 3rd murderers that pop in and out of bars D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs
marijauna just to smoke with your friends or that woman who survives and beats cancer only to be drowned in debt with no answers the frequency of tragedy
holler Play cuts for bucks and watch 'em pile up You want more? See me in the drop top it's on Peach color pony head course Player instinct, learned from my dogs
m a tru member, cause I'm tru to da game Ask p, I got tru blood running though my veins I'm a soldier, leutinent, all my tank dogs run Nigga jump, bitch
Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz Them Outlaw worldwide my figures From triumph to tragedy To right back on top the niggaz still
. Clair... Killa. The silence isn't over... No place to run... Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves... St. Clair...) {clock ticking & news tragedies
the Lord Once I was a rusted ship Forsaken on the rocks A tangle of green ligament and bone I wrangled with the sullen sea For it can never be a tragedy
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
's a tragedy Real niggaz, real shit, reality I don't know why they mad at me They can't catch me but still they after me When we deal face to face it's a tragedy
y'all sprung The, the doctor Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Goin' hard on the yard till my dogs bail me They tells me I can
Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam This is a show tune But the show hasn't been written for it, yet Hound dogs
Alone I grieve Alone I leave Alone I breathe Don't wanna live in no battle ground You see my picture in the lost and found Don't wanna sleep with no dogs
