Mixture of 2 different Detroit styles.... Buddahmann's & Krone Dolo's
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Story behind the song
This was an awesome match up for DBoy Records. The hardcore-abstract Buddah teaming up with the hype-driven flow of Krone Dolo. This is truly a Detroit Music Classic!
Lyrics
Me a Dolo do low, u know - we're undertakers
On capers for blood money. Murder papers
We're world class entertainers
And throwin' hot rocks, can u blame us trying to get famous
In dog eat dog times. It's u and I
Deadly letters in this homicide, and down to ride
I was grown from a chromezone
And road alone until I met Krone & now its on....
Now It's Y2K, the virus, DDay
There's no escape and hell to pay with no delay
No child's play. Watch this rhyme ricochet
Hit NY to LA, PA to GA
The nocturnal journal writer
U either side with the nightriders or get caught up in the crossfire
Flashflood, lay your dick in the mud
Its me & Krone, thicker than blood. We're stckin' them thugs
There's nothing left in this game of death
Cant save yourself or take a last breath
Bottomline is end your health
Stealth bomber wet'em all - liquid armor
Jeffrey Dalmer: Kill'em all for marijuana
The judge and jury. I'll take death before dishonor
The andaconda.....
Enemies of the State. The first platinum murder case
Buddahfyst style with a Dolo-barrel murder chase
Them niggaz laced with a foul taste
They steady acting like we ace knowing that they're fake and two-faced
Me & Krone, we're in too deep - under the seat's
the 44, when I reach I'm gone squeeze the piece
No aim time, It's hang time - shots open
Let them cold foes die frozen, we're chosen.
Niggaz set? We grip trip, blil half lit
We're Midnight Marauders on that Q-Tip who never had shit
Graphic; the automatic display of my tradegic
Womb to the Tomb, Rap fanatic from the attic - gimme room
When I emplode I consume everything near the room, yeah
Your worst nightmare...
I'm howling at the moon, yeah. Its doom year
2000, I'm housin', It's mine!!!!
