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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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