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Serious Song

I didn't know that it was serious I didn't know that I was wrong I didn't know that it was something else as mysterious I lose control to finaly lose myself Serious serious serious Serious serious serious Serious serious serious Losing my heart in lov...

Sheep To The Slaughter

Easily I approach, the microphone, in this land of jokes Can't leave it alone, cause ya know, I could see right though Corrupt plans and these bullshit scams and untruths We livin' in a maze, different days and times The world is a stage, most truth is a l...

Sleeping With The Enemy

(Paris) Come, I'm P-Dog, with the shit that stick, now I'm fin' to get scandalous Huh, and tell y'all about a brain disease A act up it's a shame disease Nigga please, you still don't act right up Wait a minute, let me get my facts right When I say that...

Spilt Milk

Yeah...still ridin'...we still ridin'...P-Dog Nigga we without flaws you comin' without balls Still down for the cause...P-Dog...now who really raw?...Bitch Boom Boom in the night - so now we fight Caps peel, piggies squeal - who wrong or right? Street s...

Street Soldier

Here we go here we go it's another one of them thangs Niggas better recognize that I'm wise and I'm fin To make it known that I'm still, the one to call Each and every one of y'all out, let's see who's real And who's fake when it come to the funk I'mma bring i...

Streetlights

I lost my heart in Luxemburg I messed around in Amsterdam and Paris made me wanna dance and now I'm lost In London Town I found myself in Tokyo but lost control in New York I had a drink in Moscow but then woke up in Cairo Streetlights, streetlights t...

Tear Shit Up

(Verse 1 - Paris) You in tune to the most dangerous on file Niggas finna mash on - bitch get wild With these field nigga serenades, we break wide In the land of the weak home of the slave we rise To protect - they servin' us with sticks and shots But who...

The Days Of Old

Reminiscin' back when I was only a child Back in the days of livin' carefree lifestyles Where long as we wasn't caught, bein' bad was cool And we were never at a loss for somethin’ to get into Chillin’ in the neighborhood, down at the park Sunny days when we p...

The Devil Made Me Do This

This is a warning, another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog comin' up, I'm straight loc Pro-black and it ain't no joke Comin' straight from the mod that broke shi...

The Hate That Hate Made

June 6th in the time of six o'clock Hot summer night in the city of hard knocks Two black brothers took a walk in the Southside Could've been any brother lookin for a dope ride Seein a white girl wasn't in the plan but the plan had plans of it's own for a...

This Is A Test

Yo a sissy cop in the hood Shakin a brother down thinkin he ain't no good What's your name what you standin here for Thought I told ya not to come around no more Man I wasn't doin nuttin why ya fuckin wit me? Shut up punk don't question authority! Up aga...

Warning

Verse 1: Now what would you do if I blast All up in your shit mother fuck the whole staff Niggas non flow nine millimeter ?shit than slug? I'm seeing bloody bodies on the motherfucking rug 6 O'clock be the time if it's on let it be You see it in my eyes...

What Would You Do?

I see a message from the government, like every day I watch it, and listen, and call 'em all suckas They warnin' me about Osama or whatever Picture me buyin' this scam I said never You in tune to a Hard Truth Soldier spittin I stay committed gives a fuck...

Wretched

(Paris) Again I start this, but I'll add a new twist so the masses can't resist The message brought by a Panther strictly to relieve the disease of the sickly So long your mind's been trapped Slave, cause you're shamed to be black Ignorant of the purpos...

You Know My Name

About this scratch, I blast, pass the mask, we mash Careenin' though these back streets, gats gleam in my lap A shame it came to this, aimin' 'cause them niggas don't listen The sweat is glistenin', I grimace, 'bout to service these sentences On the trigge...