You roll with the sick dog
We come with a sick dog song
You big, what the fuck they think you're live
But you're dead wrong
You run for the six eye
You fuck what's indie pride
You pray for thugs who pretend
Would you still die
We run on sick flys
Come come with that guests now
They come with the guys
Psycho thugs make a dog cry
We live in a psychos world
You run me down
Fuck around and you're dead wrong
Shake ups, road blocks that don't stop till one don't drop
Beta what time is it
Home or holding the dome with high chromes
Smoke at the front of place and cyclone where I'm from
Tattoos and bald heads mack in my soul just a walk in the fans
Walk my slolam in the brawl
Go against the grain, make the log fall
Purchase the whole damn flat
My flag fuck those who harass like rap hog rats make tracks
One dispute and baby touch my cop unit
Gas mask cause this world's polluted
One for twenty-four's bent rolls
They should be the ones that get jam and it blows
Watch everybody start to get weak
Fuck L.A.P.D.
Sham Boy wants a mongoose
And purpose labor justice
Control is what he dreams of
A pig in charge of freeing us
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man
They come to my blocks, school of hot docs
Blasting badges, L.A. cops
Guards and his outlook jail well call hell
I pay thirteen hundred a month for my cell
Now what's bell picture from this lifetime
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