Tha Dog Pound lyrics

[Intro]
99ZED, he just f*cked up the beat

[Verse 1: 99ZED]
I'm sick of the busta motherf*ckers talking out they neck
Trippin' and ripping the pack
Putting the TEC up to my head
Creeping outta the dirt I'm begging for my death
99 kicking back waiting to be laid to rest
Sticky in the blunt
Inhaling it straight to my lungs
I walk around, my hoodie up
Rollin and smoking a double dutch
Smoking until I'm concussed
I'm in the yata hitting the clutch
Spinning around and I'm spilling they guts
Turnin' ya clique into dust
Stumble into the function
99 a dime a dozen
I be smoking on tha' Russian
With the clique and we get to bustin'
b*tch, I'm buzzing, I ain't coming down
Until I'm in the ground
99 rising up outta the dirt so he could smoke another pound
I'm sick of these Busta motherf*ckers always hit my phone
I'd rather be snorting away all of my funds on my own
I'm sick of living this life, I'm putting the burner to my dome
Steadily pulling it back, now it's down to hell I go
[Verse 2: Saliva Grey]
Sick of these fake f*ck boys all in my city
I feel 50, yeah, it be many men that be steadily f*cking wishing
Death upon me now, I be itching for an incision into my vision
Feel like committing homicide, envy anyone f*ckin' with life, I don't get it uh
I'ma cut slow right into ya front lobe
Yellow mellow when I'm p*ssing up on ya front door
Paper bag full of sh*t how it smell though
Hello Fellow, I'm gonna write you in my death note
Yagami the light in me, I want to see a little genocide today
No hide and seek, come find me in ya sleep and
Sneak into yo' mind
Creeping up out the slime
Feeding up on the mice
Cutting up all my ties
I don't
Give a f*ck about you busta motherf*ckers, I don't
Want nothing but the smoke, get all in my lungs and I'm gone
Pour a cup a someone's innards into my stomach I know
Zed and Saliva never get tired, we like two lines of coke