lies a rose Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul Rights to your soul, rights to your soul Owns, owns the rights to your soul Numb
Traduction: Street Dogs. Droits à votre âme.
rot lies a rose Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul Rights to your soul, rights to your soul Owns, owns the rights to your soul Numb
man's idol (tank dogs) Who shall save the white man's idol (your soul) Who shall save the white man's idol (God) (talking) Who gone save your ass when
101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul?
anger (whaah) Destruct to your whole ville don't make me have to change you (ahe) In too a stranger and damage your soul [Chorus] [Talking in the background
Lambs were slaughtered For the sacrafice Man's now offered up by his own kind Cry for your soul Young and old Help your own They will need it, heed it
my youth. PROUVAIRE Now the people will fight GRANTAIRE And so they might Dogs will bark Fleas will bite. LESGLES They will do what is right! (Marius
the dust and Cardiac arrest Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath In awe, period meth Nigga, dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death Down these mean streets
the cop dogs huntin The pretty black one in the group The smooth villain under fire Cause I'm pennin the words that move millions Slide right in front of your
not a choice it's a win or lose So what's it gonna be, him or you? Did he lie on your bed, did she lie to your head? Well, it all depends on the truth
, the funk docta Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Johnny blaze
your peer Valedictorian of this rap shit every year (year year year) Like beer and pretzels with the game I go good I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you
money Every Tom, Dick, and Harry want to be your buddy The same ones that dissed ya, now it's a list of First to riff, now they all on your dick, yo
up 'Cos I got cherry pet further Now I'm feeling good 'cos I'm off my feet Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street And they saying My name
[Intro: Killah Priest] You know this beat is crazy, right This the beat right here, yo They gonna love this when they hear this, g [Chorus: Killah Priest