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Dogg Pound, ya heard If I hear another nigga talking about what he gon do, to who To me and my crew, nigga the grey and the blue You through, you knew
talk, and she live in texas and love the grammer/ Tellin me she bangin' screw and she need a pic of my on the camera/ Whole crew say that broad bad so
New Orleans... we call him this [Ray Charles sample:] Georgia......... Noooowww This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
by wrong Avoid the all night flight And still make it on my own I'm tryin' be cool Do what I gotta do But playa haters all over So I roll with my crew
you crab niggas know the deal To my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evil In the categories and stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues
life Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues And I
all get used to me All the gangstas in the house with they separate crews When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news That black people get nothing but the blues
I stick shift quick if you test me Left the ciphers, layin' lifers, seen in one spot and attended That you get ya crews bruised in black and blues Put
animal Southside, Houston's murder capital My crew is cursed, shoot you first Died next to a stupid nurse Put you in the bluest hearse I'll see your ass and Lucifer [Chorus - 2
time you must die [chorus: drunken dragon of zu manchuz] I've watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up In cells blocks, days of our lives
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the ips on the mac-10 It's 2:10 in the a.m. in the streets
dirty you sounding like a bitch If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch Stand up on your own don't live off another nigga Don't be like D-2 Dirty
sting Or roger clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame Cause all you sap suckers don't even know my brothers name Bill ritchie he lives in chicago
her wedding band Say (I can't believe how wet I am) I gave the balls to lucille, get broke with true shield I pack blue steel, making crews yield I'm
'all get used to me All the gangstas in the house with they separate crews When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the news That black people get nothing but the blues
ma mocha I can fit ya whole crew in one rover Just take your shoes off before you step in (I mean) the cribs mine and I?m living like the Jetson?s
brothers, and my boys is the first before these others And try to be strong through the hard times And tough times, my heart dies every time my mom cries CHORUS: (2