Young Dogs with No Muzzle

[BIG WY]
Pay close attention
Gangbangers only
No lollies, no bustas, no yeez
No gilligan niggas

[BIG WY]
It's the bottom of the knife and I'm the butter up
Side burns and gold teeth with bullet wounds to tatted up
Added up while you sittin' here smilin'
Discussin' these chips while I sip off Long Island
Continue rhyming
At this rate I just keep climbing
But keep in mind
Fuck what you say and what you trying
You niggas dyin'
I got this game on lock
And I was chosen to get these money that make the Brougham hot
My lifestyle on these streets is easily provoked
And it's the same in this business with these Jewish folks
We call it industry politicin'
Kinda similar to niggas sellin' yay and pimpin'
So stop your bitchin'
Wy heatin' up, naw
He already burnt
A different lesson was learnt
Each corner he turned
Keep a count of what you say and do
'Cause player just like you
The C.M.'s is my fans too

[LIL' LEAK]
Ha, now, look who's back in the studio (Studio)
Rough like sand paper but cooler than Coolio
Attitude of a gangsta: don't give a fuck
Got the strut of a hustler tryina make a fast buck
I'm still into the same thang, down with the same gang
It's in my heart, other niggas do it to gain fame
But not me
See I'm a rider till I'm Restin'
In Peace, until then I'm packin' my Smith & Wesson
It's the young rebel
Born, raised to live in the ghetto
On some other shit
A.P.G. out on another level
Burgundy flaggin', pants saggin' on the 'Shaw
Blastin' on motherfuckers, disobeyin' the law
But we don't give a fuck, we break rules, take fools
Disrespectin' niggas in the - Avenue Piru

[REDRUM]
Just lost me
And cost me a grip
They wonder I trip and went and flip the whole script
Bloods & Crips bangin' heads
Claimin' blue and red, pullin' eighty-five percent
Sittin' in the ?Feds?
I shed enough tears in my youth time
Saw cops killed street soldiers in the truce time
Nigga my mind confused
Abused by the truth sold him a fucked up sack
Got him naked on the roof
Lord knows I wanna let loose
Real bad blood pressure building up this bullshit got me mad
They say
Bangin' is a fad, it's a fad but it's a culture
My bedroom gettin' circled by some vultures
Ultra-sound bouncin' back, now we having twins
But where the fuck I'mma get my ends?

[BIG WY & REDRUM]
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.'s tryin' to bubble
Clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.'s tryin' to bubble
Clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y'all

[DOGG]
Nigga, I'm stuck
With nowhere to go
Fulla gangbangers known to scrap pimps and hoes
The world move fast if you chargin' a hoe
Since I'm bangin' on these streets I got to stay on my toes
I suppose, to separate them from us
Hop out the car, scrap 'em up, pat 'em up
Guard they gat 'em up, gag it up
Because they start to stay
It's 'bout squabbles and rank
And just last how to drink
I'm 'bout to faint
I can't think, I'm livin' ??
Gold Daytons, dope dealin', wit' a gang of women
I'm sinnin' daily
But I don't really care
Fuck a dream it's more like a nightmare
I got nothing to lose, uh
Beach cruiser
On the handle bars extended
Clip Ruger
Shoot fly
Don't let it bother me
I hope it's a dream 'cause I'm wanted for a robbery

[GREEN EYEZ]
From the County Jail Inglewood you can't fuck with it
And since I got courted, it's like I'm stuck with it
Young Gangsta Green Eyez, Nine-Deuce, Eight block
For sure, and I'm back with my true dog from the 1-0 to the 4
Lil' Hawk Y.G
Now we both on the streets
So it's a must we bust
My nigga, and serve they ass heat
And I gots beef with Mack 10 'cause your bitch-ass is a mark
You can meet me at Cen'nela
Rogers, or Darby Park
'Cause it really don't matter, I'll bust a cap
And we the real niggas who put Inglewood on the map
And every time I bee your ass, yo' ass goin' get mobbed
Remember when the big homie slapped you and put you on the head lock
But that's just some small shit that all bustas do
Mike Skee been down since '92 and ain't got one call from you
But I gots all my homies back to the day they parole
Inglewood up to Big Green Eyez or and PD Wack up in hole
And every dog I roll with we's gon' representin' to the fullest, man
And ain't no nigga I was locked up can put salt on my name

[B-BRAZY]
Yep it's the Figueroa riders (Riders)
Shoot 'em while they inside a...
Blue Butlass with the windows tinted couple of homies hit it
I heard y'all niggas be trippin', y'all O.G's be trippin'
'Cause y'all niggas don't put no work in
For the turf
We from Figueroa to Woodworth (WOOP! WOOP!)
Flamed like Papa Smurf
Red beanies, red bhakis and red T-shirt
Oh you got nerve
What you serve with this gangsta shit
I stay lit off the Thunderbird, Cadillac, gettin' serve
Niggas know the 84 pillow tucked
Bullet holes, windows bust, Braze from Lanes, I fuck shit up
For the broads and the YG's, OG's
D.T., Earth, Bam, Lil' Bee, Evil-Al, K-P
Hold yo' horses, of course B-Brazy a bust
I'm in a G-Ride bustin', first Crab I'm rushin'
Fuck them fool nigga, ooh, what you wanna do?
Hit their ass with the old school, rusty-ass Crabs deuce
Give them too if they bust a U, give 'em two
Save a few, in case you chase me down bust 'em with the last (WOOP WOOP)

[BIG WY & REDRUM]
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.'s tryin' to bubble
Clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle (Muzzle!)
Y.G.B.'s tryin' to bubble
Clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.'s tryin' to bubble