a nigga can't win now Naw My kind made to shine like diamonds, J DAWG young hog 1 of H Town's finest [Chorus x2: Dallas Bloacker] [J Dawg:] Yeah and
', on the corner, all of the time But the feds don't much slow down, cuz animosity is all you find [First Verse: J-Dawg] Look You must have thought
we can get Guess you didn't see us comin' cuz we came in the dark Blew that ass up, like it's centennial park Bombs Away! [Chorus: J-Dawg] Nigga, nigga
[First Verse] Nobody wanna fuck with a ghetto bastard Except for the pastor With a long criminal record of harassment on lil' girls In the real World
(feat. K-Man & P Money) [Chorus (J-Dawg)] (GODD EM! ) As I walk up in da club (GODD EM! ) When I step in de spot (GODD EM! ) Den I spit my game and
(feat. Playboy Shaburnke) [Chorus: J-Dawg & Shaburnke] That's my hoe Freak nasty, jump on it Jump on it Jump on it I already know Freak nasty, jump
x4: J-Dawg & Ice Mike] Have you ever seen a killa after midnight? Nigga don't trip, my pistol grip's up in your shit, right? [First Verse: J-Dawg] Four
[Chorus x2: uncredited Smokin'....and rollin' Up in a ride that ain't even much paid for And you can tell by the smell in my clothes what I've been
(feat. Storm) [Don B.] Yeah, what's happenin'? This yo boy Don B. with the Big Boy Storm what's happenin'? Tell 'em how you feel? [First Verse] Off
(feat. Insane) [Bridge:] Gang bangin', dope slangin', guns ringin' everywhere Money makin', man no fakin', givin' up a bottle cap [First (and only
the the run from Wyatt Earp Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers Not only sayin' mine but sayin' theirs That's 'cause my dawgs ain't
Cross that line, fuck around, and get yo' ass kicked We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit Down to the ashes, Mary J
Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg that ain't me
Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg, that ain't
f-ck around and get yo ass kicked. We roll sh-t that burn slow as f-cking molasses. Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit. Down to the ashes, Mary J
out like Rambo They hot since 138th had that [unverified] Young Buck, dumb fuck Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg
than drew I drink mine naughty or new Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world This fatal dawg against everybody (