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Street Dogs Guns

Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs

I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap

Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars I paid 5 G's sliding off like Kid Vitamin Viking patriot of Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen Tony Starks make the narc's dogs

to the story, mine's yours and the truth What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof But you play this street business all in the street To visit

out by the dogs Another hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen So you got, what you came for, surgery, with the chainsaw I hit the fucking streets just

in the street, that?s cool But in a bing this fool was like Louis rich meat We don?t run from y?all, we scatter for guns on y?all What you know about

sight My thoughts are to leave the slums I hustle with beats an' drums, not keys an' guns My feet are numb, as I walk my dogs I cut off the fogs with

right 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

yeah those my BNAa??s, Butt Naked Assistance, and they keep the house smelling good like incense, and I know n-ggas wanna run up in my interest, but big guns keep the dogs