Sick Dogs Lyrics by Psycho Realm

Sick Dogs Lyrics

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    Sick dogs collide with your stride
    Break them off a left and then right
    Fight all over these streets
    'till i meet defeat i'm with these
    Blocks that rock so many
    Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes
    Inside circles
    Attacking like packs of real sick dogs
    Running wild, crazy
    Sick in the head get out of hand daily
    Sick dogs got one screw missing
    Are you a pelón psyclone on a mission?
    Sick dogs we run deep creep come up while you sleep
    The strong pray on the weak drop your heat
    And protect yourself defend yourself stop the shoot up
    Tatted down saying fuck the jura you're a sick dog

    Running right through your city of sin
    Look alive as we all fall in
    Some might fall when the circle spins
    And who knows when the show will end
    Look at you throw against somebody
    Run around and around fighting
    Hand to hand combat is starting
    And you with no combat skills are falling
    For real you know we get down
    In sick-ass world downtown killing fields
    Learn soldier grills
    Fuck'em all up on the street real quick but don't kill
    Ill mutha-fuckas will make you feel that fear
    Hold still
    Some might stand and some might fall
    What kind of man are you? we're sick dogs

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    Dance of the dead results in code red
    Fatal blows to your whole head
    City troops are sent and violently
    Answer calls but they're all scared
    Beware of the cold hard stare
    Of a sick-ass man who ain't all there
    I dare the dogs of law
    To come inside my world they all fall
    I lead the rest of the pack
    And send them on commands of attack
    Once you run there's no way back
    And we can't let you go fuck that
    Don't spare the lives of enemies
    On these war frontlines they all die
    War pigs and us don't mix
    Watch'em all drop in the pit

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