Текст песни Iceberg - Exit Wounds soundtrack
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* send corrections to the typist[Iceberg]Uh-huh, yo.. (dog, that`s my man)Uh-huh, I`m back (y`all ready?)Can y`all hear me? Uh-huhYo.. (y`all ready?)Ice, berg.. (hit `em hard) I got `em.. (hit `em hard)Uh-huh, uhh.. (hit `em hard)Uhh.. c`mon![Iceberg]It`s funny how I use to serve on the block with gramsNow I`m rollin with the dog cause (that`s my man)And these cats stay frontin with, somethin to proveThat`s why I stay away from dudes with, nothin to loseSo the only dogs I roll with, off da leashOff the streets, with bodies by Dawson`s CreekCause I always did things, ahead of my timeLead in my nine, throw it in ya head and ya spineY`all could never really imagine all the dirt that I didTellin me I ain`t a man, but I know I ain`t a kidSayin lyrics that I spit ain`t, teachin the youthBut you should do you cause I`m speakin the truthNow I`m a lil` older but I`m still collectin my bonesEven though I`m sixteen I`m still holdin my ownTalk bout I best X.. (blood line!)Shouldn`t mess with my, dogs, cause I love mine[Chorus: Iceberg]The streets keep callin me..Tellin me stay on the block don`t get a job dog hustle and robAnd it`s hard to be..Not able to think about itKnow that this money I need I can`t even drink without itWhen all I see..It`s my life, yo` life, goin trife from the bad adviceIt`s the dog in me..That`s chewin out ya bad line, whenever you past the scratch line[Iceberg]See y`all think cause I`m a young guy, that I won`t let them guns flyRunnin in the streets from the one timeWho ever thought I`d get with my idolI`m not a shorty no more, I done switched my titleto the real me - a grown man in a small bodyI`m the illest young dog and the rest of y`all copies (uh-huh)And if another cat tell me that I`m good for a shortyShow `em that I`m good with a forty, cal`Dog - blaow - is you feelin me now?Knock ya whole grill out to get rid of ya smileI could never love a chick, cause I hit and be outWe blood line, you know what this here is aboutJust the money power respect, girls flour and tecsMy dogs shower your set, within an hour or lessSstart beef, blood leaks out of your sweatsThink a few cats hot, but I devoured the rest[Chorus][Iceberg]Cause I`m a dog-fo`-lifeAnd I was taught to bite, on and off the micAnd I`m a dog-fo`-lifeAnd everybody round the world know `Berg is tightCause I`m a dog-fo`-lifeI wait until you all alone, come and snatch your bonesCause I`m a dog-fo`-lifeAnd you girls only call me a dog cause I hit and be goneIt`s my time to play my, turn to ballDog I learned to ball now I`m burnin y`allI changed the game, turned into a major painHollow points from my tip`ll rearrange ya frameIt`s just my life dog; doin grimy thingswith them real trife dogs (yeah aight dog)I spit so sick cause I`m with that cliqueBlood line snub nines if it gets that thickAnd I`m a, dog for life that was taught to bite On and off the mic if it cost my lifeAlmost lost my life for the cost of iceDreamin real foul things like the PoltergeistCause I`m only sixteen, my raps is meanI pack the beam, duct tape wrap ya teamDog is pissed, cats better guard they fence before I hope over it and latch on ya pit, c`mon[Chorus] - 2X