Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Dog, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Top Dog |
| R.I.P. |
| to Banky |
| World premier, Body Brighton/Starlight City |
| Keith runnin', had the keys to the city |
| Deluxe thug committee |
| I can’t believe Jeryl in jail |
| The green weed we inhale |
| Branded frontin on a nigga, 'preme or bill |
| Keep the half, son, stop frontin like you knew Un |
| Solomon, New York’s finest, dunn |
| Who you cats tryin to kid? |
| Talkin 'bout your guns go off, 99% of the time |
| You know I know you a coward, 99% of the time |
| Shoot to kill, kill to shoot with T.M.F |
| Now Born Regulators, Wayne Street Killah Mob |
| Baby Crowns, Staple-town Gladiators |
| DMD, M.V.P. |
| to Baby Blizz, this for thugs to repeat this |
| I be forever in the hood like Bontons and Sprites |
| I’m Hennessey while you fake cats is Bud Light |
| Love hella right, knowledge of self, the trilogy |
| Who killed Randy? |
| We’ll always love you Sandy, Sandy |
| Dedication, you know what this is |
| They anticipate your death when you big and you strong |
| Everybody’s your man when you dead and you gone |
| It’s like ice on the hot stove |
| The way it glide so fly, turn around and it’s all gone |
| Inspiration, 'Juicy', Notorious B.I.G |
| K. Born said to never eat pig |
| 2 Cent taught me always bust back at po-lig |
| Barry Blue said always have more than one wife and kid |
| Kilo and Fred G. always stay jig |
| Ain’t that a bitch? |
| One life to live |
| This is thugged out so don’t try to copy |
| Any means necessary, Clock we gon find them niggas who killed 'Pac |
| This is ghetto, who tryin to play me? |
| Kenny Gunn was so slick, knuckle game, like the God Infinite |
| Grew up wantin dribble balls like Duke |
| Grew up wantin to have style like Pooh |
| Respect, the one and only policy |
| Raised in Shaolin, crime infested poverty |
| Long live, silence and Kunta Ke' on the banner |
| Permission to approach the bench |
| I’m a shotty rhymer |
| This has been sponsored by Ron Montana |
| Again, I wanna know who killed Randy |
| (Word up) |
| This is dedication. |
| Yeah. |
| This my son right here, word life |
| Yeah, bottom line, Staten Island’s First Mixtape |
| And I’m dedicatin it all to all my motherfuckin dogs |
| Who got killed in combat, you feel me? |
| Or they up North |