Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pit Bull Fights, artist - Raekwon. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Pit Bull Fights |
| Pit bull fights, niggaz is bustin the lights |
| Undercovers gettin killed for drugs — yo Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight |
| Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs — and yo Elevator’s broken, pissy stairwells and shells |
| Old men gossip with tales, you know? |
| Police burners with bodies on 'em, bury 'em |
| Worry for minutes then we fire them (blaow!) |
| I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions |
| So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin |
| See all these niggaz into gamblin — yo Just give me square feet, uniquely I’m handlin niggaz |
| Done danced with niggaz, plus yo, threw niggaz in vans |
| Left him on trains, his veins got ham in 'em |
| Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan |
| He had me on the floor with my man |
| We both drugged out, scholars with grams |
| Tri-colored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans |
| Make one false move you blam |
| Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land |
| We broke out in Iran. |
| Eh yo it’s eight million stories in the city |
| Niggas actin’shifty, Ice Water back on the grizzly |
| Brand new handgun that hold about fifty |
| It’s a new boss in town like Mauseberg Mickey |
| Eight million stories and six is from the hood |
| A real live hustler up to no good |
| They needed more yae-yo to ease they habit |
| They said we fell off, the streets don’t believe you faggots! |
| Where all the wolves live, sub-machine guns and big beamers |
| Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again |
| Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men |
| That’s mine, let up off 'em again |
| Take seventy more shots, the remedy, Wu through the fence |
| This bench God, lays in gents |
| Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents |
| This is more current events, pay attenti |
| The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men |
| What? |
| Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips |
| As long as it’s bread, you know you was hit |
| Eh yo let that stack get rinsed |
| Play the back, sharp as a fuck, ownin’my own shit |
| Grown niggas get moments to vent |
| Give 'em the real Lex Diamond Story, welcome 'em in |