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Fame Dogs In The Yard

I wanna be bad and not even care I wanna go out of my head somewhere I wanna go crazy like the dogs in the yard I wanna cut the rope but it's getting

this ain't the yard Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger droppin your whole clique with one finger til none linger beware of my dogs

learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung The, the doctor, Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Going hard on the yard, 'till me dogs

me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless So, any nigga that want static Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch

's meth man south paw I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the tec jam Oh my goodness trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs

Sherman shit I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung The, the doctor, Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Going hard on the yard, 'til me dogs

11:35pm on Januray 21st some shit went down [Aesop Rock] Now Benny was a New York City graf kingpin Five Borough fame guaranteed to itch pigskin Raided near the Brooklyn Naval yard

, deep off in the hood (yeah) Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what) You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks Dogs in the yard (yeah)

, deep off in the hood (yeah) Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what) You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks Dogs in the yard (yeah)