Tulkojums: 3,. Suņi Of War.
accumulate your share Sorry, but life is unfair And I get the feeling you don't know Who to believe anymore, The rabbit who runs or the dogs of war The dogs of war
of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em,
tour, on TV They signed him, shoulda kept your receipt Got a refund 'cause you sure can't see me Who keeps CD's on repeat? Stuck in MP3's for 3 weeks
We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga Your highest title, numero uno I'm not that little pregnant white girl but Juno, You know, anything is in a nigga reach My dogs
one of them soldiers, warriors willin' and ready to die for the cause, if it's war that's what we came for, that's why I brought my dogs for all of ya
on the target So as soon as the shit get started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war
got you demented Crash the Benz and ending your sentence Born for criminal defendants Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking Millenium shit like pestilence war
rounded Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better than most niggaz my first two (what) Lil' years in the mixtape league Now it's biddin' war
wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows
built with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped
tell em, the headless Horsemen nigga... I'm back, give me a fired up Mac Seventeen different sachels of uncooked crack Dogs don't associate with cats
, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio The _Sonic Jihad_ continues Where you either with us, or you against us Dogs
And when it's dark again we'll let the 9s spark again Y'all know the dogs niggaz stay moving out the fog And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the
colorblind We rap for curb servers that hop in and out of cars Rep four cats wit 3rd murderers that pop in and out of bars D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs
now let's do something Fuck the frontin' and the talking my dogs just about barkin' Take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on And go to the war
nah Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank 3
