Lyrics Trapazoid - Posij , Dope D.O.D.
D.O.D.
alive,
And
niggas
wonder
why
Niggas
wanna
try,
these
niggas
gettin'
fried
Eye
for
an
eye,
yo
we
rhyme
til
we
die
for
this
shit
Eye
for
an
eye,
rap
til
we
die!
Fuck
yeah,
we
own
this
shit
The
extrases
and
bonuses
Niggas
just
can't
get
ahold
on
this
Well
kiss
my
cojones
bitch
Yeah,
fuck
being
broke
and
shit
Hella
cake,
I
want
hella
cake
Heavy
weight
but
I
levitate
And
takin'
niggas
straight
to
the
heavens
gates
Nah
I
never
wait,
I
don't
hesitate
K-Pax
and
set
of
blings,
I'm
Kevin
Spacey
And
I've
said
it
straight,
like
this
Yo,
we're
takin'
a
piss,
piss
at
your
dog
and
your
kids
Piss
at
your
bitch
and
your
biz
Piss
at
all
the
shit
that
exists
Yes,
like
that,
and
I
like
that
Yeah,
you
don't
fight
back
Bust
back
and
your
life's
snatched
Put
it
right
back
on
the
right
tracks
Y'all
niggas
hit,
it's
loosin'
us
We
need
dopeness,
shoot
it
up
We
dem
roaches,
ruthless
But...
Y'all
already
knew
what's
up
Tell
me,
who
can
touch
this?
Who
can
bring
that
fucking
ruckus?
Who
can
look
the
Reaper
in
the
eyes
And
tell
me
not
to
fuck
shit...
Up
This
is
no
beginners
luck
Niggas
gettin'
stuck
when
I
conduct
like
Loaded
Lux
D.O.D.
alive,
And
niggas
wonder
why
Niggas
wanna
try,
these
niggas
gettin'
fried
Eye
for
an
eye
Yeah
We
ride
or
die,
I
wonder
why
they
think
I'm
kiddin'
I
don't
lie,
this
shit
was
written,
so
I'm
nice
That's
everytime
I
grab
a
mic,
uh
My
spike
shine
I
could
puncture,
poke
your
pine
Rapping
monster,
sick
your
spine
do
this
for
commend
I
drew
the
borderline
again,
hella
bad
the
Devil
laughs
Passing
me
a
Heineken,
shadow
cast
my
mellow
half
Ain't
no
wining
and
dining,
ain't
no
9 to
5in'
Yellow
tabs,
hella
ass,
hiphop
got
me
grindin'
Spit
that
rapid
fire
flow
Then
ride
till
the
motherfucking
tires
blow
Life
full
of
drama
I
gotta
strike
the
globe
Slice
through
your
aura
with
the
fatal
blow
Credits
grow,
minutes
end,
head
expolde
- Finish
Him!
A
heavy
dose
of
D.O.D.
will
relapse,
rehab
plenty
comb
What
goes
around,
comes
around
You
don't
need
to
give
me
props
I'm
known
around
the
globe
around
This
ain't
no
beginners
luck
The
firefighter
fightin'
the
fire
with
fire
Desire
of
a
tiger,
eye
for
an
eye
assiah
It's
the
Rotten,
Dope
D.O.D.
for
life
It's
eye
for
an
eye
til
the
day
we
die
So
much
dope
it's
hard
to
come
by
Rise
the
price
see
the
golden
sunshine
Fuck
the
bars
man,
they
can
flatline
[?]
and
we're
out
to
get
it
Run
with
the
homies,
stay
athletic
Your
style's
plastic,
synthetic
Your
card
declined,
no
credit,
pathetic
Up
to
the
sky
in
the
way
we
go
Connect
the
system
and
overflow
Used
to
be
Dope
kid,
way
too
grown
Still
we
get
stupid
on
the
microphone
Well
known,
we
stay
persistent
Well
gifted,
end
your
existence
Ain't
no
resistance,
missed
it
Gone
in
the
distance,
Rotten
did
it
You
ain't
ready
for
apocalypse
Wrote
it
down
but
lost
the
script
The
doomsday
prepper
who
jumped
the
ship
No
I
live
my
life
like
this
We
ride
to
die
like
terrorist
And
lurk
around
your
premises
Send
some
clear
messages
That
you
can't
never
mess
with
us
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