Testi:
Street Dogs Guns

girl, farewell cruel world Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop! They got straps to got Boston explodes A gang will roll Hummy hits the street

I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin'

in the park From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs

know Neptunes is hot like skillets Your ego's scared then nigga please go heal it That tight ass fitted cap the dogs will peel it Long as the Bronx still

mon [HOOK:] This for my niggas on the east coast rollin Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin All my niggas in the street wit caine Muh'fucka which street

eye on the target So as soon as the shit get started We gone poppop papop that riot Pumpin that Violence-ee (Violence) POPO don't want peace They want this robot in the streets

keys to the home, 11 trees to the dome 13 I ran the streets with the chrome Come on home with me, where the buses don't run And my dogs stay busting there guns

thing though, take shock anyway 6 months right back on the damn block anyway But look, money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street

they sides It's the Hill brothers that kill And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged Streets turn by