Letras:
Street Dogs War After The War

What about the war after the war? What about the war after the war? I don't wanna sing about it anymore But who cares for them all when they get home?

you want a copy of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing

beggin fo' more Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store Metaphor like nuclear war I

of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em,

in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after

Ryde, nigga From here to the bank What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over This double R, nigga, LOX We are the streets when the kennels is open The dogs

Somebody tried to take my dogs life Attempted homicide they outside and ain't gon' let em ride Don't wanna talk and ain't gon' let em slide They want war

of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em,

that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause Niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young ones