A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve
I look like steve buscemi
I’m tryna be low key
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back
You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Where would i be without my dogs
It ain't where i been
The bigger the the fun
It was a black and white puppy dog face sniffing me
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
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