'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G [Hook] [Viscious:] You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep, we all broke dog Ass out got the blues, so we smoke dog
Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw fast or slow dog It just took a little time for me
grind, I gotta get it like it's my last breath Fuck what them niggas thinking, hit my corner they mean death The youngest of the Maab, but I'ma stomp like a big dog
Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw, fast or slow dog It just took a little time for me
" Now look how much time you got Mad dog: Take life on the streets- your own Made by Grease beats- pure dog Runnin' with the realest kids of New York Street Dog
their God will police them that's we inside for assault we live in our world with the helicopter mind sent around to get a robber who knows what the hell a cop does Street Dog
crew And, Keep Clubbin? Quit complainin? yeah dog you look cool Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels And, Keep Clubbin? I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin? fool Hell
Through) Wha.. What Chu Gon Do We Might Slide Through. Aight Shit We'll Just See Yall Niggaz Later Man Yall Niggaz Stay Up Aight Man Keep Yo Head Up [Leaving] Yea Dog
s gonna play I guess that's why she's callin' me - callin' me If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday - yesterday - yesterday Don't be mad [Hook] [Slim] How in the hell
her And said 'that pussy's wide' Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Fucking this cutie pie Stuck in his thumb, made the bitch cum Said 'hell of a nigga
got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change And ni**az fame, as the world turns.. Though I walk thru the valley of hell
that finally But they heard it before Dog We living in a prison Losing our religion on em Thanks given when thankful just for living in hell Damn
Roll me a cigarette dog! They got me feelin crazier than a motha fucka. I got bad ass in this motha fucka. Puffin on lye. Hopin that it gets me high. (
my ends, fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata What could
um Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom They followin' me home with my dog right behind
the velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting