Letras:
Down With The Pigs

wanna set me free Trying to bring me down, when they come around Po Po's fuckin with me [Cain] Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again They hate

lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with

the everybody Jenny out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys to push their flags into powdered soils and cry no second placers no smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs

like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs

'! [gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him! Well

with She said she could do bad all by her damn self Nigga let her do bad all by her damn self A bitch'll tell when the pigs come Won't even try to make

: It go down, It go down, It go down It go down, It go down It go down, It go down, It go down It go down, It go down When it all goes down, and the

with you, I will take counsel with you, I will eat with you, And may God be with all of us souljas. I said may God be with all of us souljas. For without

any rain; All except the mortgage blowed away It blowed away my rooster and it blowed away my hens; The pigs and cattle went astray All the crops that I sowed went a-foggin' down