[Top Dog]
I figured that my mental is kinda into the life of crimes
So you find, that you will get hit one time
With the shotty, cause we know that anybody is a body
So fuck around when Top D-O-G`s in the zone
You be slippin` into darkness with the chrome to ya dome
Soldier boy, don`t be takin` Boot Camp for no toy
Be the first one in the hole when po-po starts to roll
On ya posse, cause we know ya posse`s punani
And forever dreaming, time for y`all to stop schemin`
Cuz if tomorrow never comes, y`all be the only ones leaving
In a pine box, cause I`ma straight shots
And I won`t stop, til all them body drop
[Louieville Sluggah]
To shots to a brain, punk trynna maintain in pain
But it`s insane how you was raised in this game
Streets is hectic, you should of been on ya best bitch
I don`t feel sorry that we had to wet shit
But sound of a tre, pound is fired
It must be tension, niggaz wanna elevate
But not when nigga listens, he`s on his own
Trapped in a zone, thinkin` it`s fun
Forever stuck, project people runnin` to the Gunn
To see the one, who ass has just got done
Now tell a story, who fought back
But then clapped a dead homey, end of story
Feel and oldy took ya forty, Sluggah
From the Ville is gettin` naughty and real blessed
Many men get mingled, many get mashed
But how many times must we get up in that ass
[Starang Wondah]
Ruthless, whose this, coming through ya speakers
Everything is wreck, I`m on the set like boricua`s
Original, criminals, style subliminal
Gettin` rid of you, fake emcee`s, I put that ass
In critical, condition, where niggaz be hopin`
And wishing, Strang` ain`t comin` up ya block
With glock ammunication, like lord have mercy
Starang don`t hurt me, Heltah Skeltah melt ya
Ass like Hershey`s, my mack clips make niggaz do backflips
Them tactics need practice, make you act as if this shit
That I be kickin` ain`t for real, pack more steel
Then four wheels at the dog hill
Commercial rap get the gun clap
*skit*
[Starang Wondah]
Sayin` we ain`t dope, when I saw ya punk ass scopin`
You was on my dick til Buckshot `got ya opin`
Too hot to handle, no I can`t stand y`all
Punk ass niggaz get blown out like Orlando
(Crept in cruel, but Steele got swept in fool)
It`s a shame, Mr. Starang, hang ya like a picture frame
Booyakah, fuck who you are, didn`t get ya name
Niggaz couldn`t hang, if we sufficent ease the pain
And brains blow, so I say fuck this
Let my nigga Rock bring the Ruck-us
Niggaz talk shit, then they leaving here in crutches
[Louieville Sluggah]
I, cock, back, relax and swing
Ringin` ears, is what the Sluggah from the Ville be
Upon them weak crews, them can`t do me nothing
Them can`t do me nothing
Dare cross this path, gassed up and making something
Huffin`, bluffin`, punk in my path
Voice raise glass, and I don`t think that you can ask routes
Stand me, I bambi, ass of a wack cat, with my back half black
So whose a dandy, he, L-O-U-I-E Ville Sluggah
Coming for ya, so muthafuckas run for cover
[Top Dog]
This is another, warrior sound that goes around
And go` around, like them punks from underground
Catchin` beatdowns, they not hard to the core
They don`t really want no war, when them rays hit the floor
Now this is for me, this is what I gotta do
To let them niggaz know, that ain`t no fear in this man here
But of course we know anybody die
But be sure to rely, OGC will multiply and do or die
