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Bring on your hunters. Let them bring their dogs. It's me that you wanted. I've been right here all along. Right here all along. You better bring your buckets. We've got some dreams to drain. I'll be
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what even double crossin' dogs have their day, ha. So forget about, regret about, you're right I ain't afraid to say. . Yeah, I'm missing you. Just like you want me to. You made me trip into the
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what even double crossin' dogs have their day, ha. So forget about, regret about, you're right I ain't afraid to say. . Yeah, I'm missing you. Just like you want me to. You made me trip into the
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,. She's not in enthral. Oh, find me place,. A discounted space,. A hole in the ground,. Nobody's favourite now. This night,. This pretty light,. With my best friends. Keeping the hounding dogs away
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from the Westside. Night stalker, * talker, run and tell them it's the L M. Nigga with the gat and I'm back. Off the everyday prey that I slay Rollin' with a fo' chase ya through South Central
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. Who has to know. The way she feels inside (inside). Those thoughts I can\'t deny (deny). These sleeping dogs won\'t lie (won\'t lie). And all I\'ve tried to hide. It’s eating me apart. Trace this life
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Blackout, heatwave, . 44 caliber homicide. The buns drop dead and dogs go mad. In packs on the West Side. Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide. She wants to hit those bricks
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!). Tryin' to make it real - compared to what? Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs. Twisted children killin' frogs. Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs. Tired old ladies kissin' dogs. Hate the human, love that
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night while we lay packed tight. in our robes beneath the snow,. and the dogs were fed, and the stars o'er head. were dancing heel and toe,. he turns to me, and "Cap" says he. "I'll cash in this trip
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night while we lay packed tight. in our robes beneath the snow,. and the dogs were fed, and the stars o'er head. were dancing heel and toe,. he turns to me, and "Cap" says he. "I'll cash in this trip
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Blackout, heatwave, . 44 caliber homicide. The buns drop dead and dogs go mad. In packs on the West Side. Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide. She wants to hit those bricks
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we hit that road hell for leather. Cats and dogs 'll dance in the heather. Birds and frogs 'll sing altogether. And the toads 'll hop The wind 'll whistle as we rattle along. The cow 'll moo in the
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Chea, ayo. Everybody name brand me I was same pants, same top. Coke and hot dogs out the same pot. Since a buck, I been packing weapons. Only strappin' niggas doin' when they sexin' Every head is
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