'DeathBeforeDishoner'f/ Dramaholic & Double-D
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Story behind the song
All comes down to one thing.... Survival....
Lyrics
Artist: TruestPain f/ Dramaholic and Double-D
Song: Death Before Dishonor"
Hook = TruestPain + Dub-D & Drama
I show love for my dawgs, smoke blunts with my dawgs
And on the nightly, I toat guns with my dawgs (Death Before Dishonor)
Roll or run wit my dawgs, hold the dope for my dawgs
Patrol the roads for my dawgs, f*** the O's for my dawgs (Death Before Dishonor)
Run a tro' with my dawg, go toe to toe with my dawg
And if in trouble i'm poppin suckas so he knows hes my dawg (Death Before Dishonor
Will never hold on my dawg, when I know that it's on
And if he die i'm pouring liquor, in memo of my dawg (Death Before Dishonor)
Dramaholic:
Dawg, you'll lose ya life I aint precise
Gangsters aint pretty or nice, spit sick on the mic
In my draws I keep a gun or knife *gun cocked*
I come through with fire -
Thinkin about Tu Tone and Meekz behind razor wire
My team holding bangers,
a-bunch of motherf*** ing slangers serving cluckas
You want beef? We bring the ruckus
Triggaz R Us, bringing Drama to anybody screaming 'f*** us' (yeah!)
Rolling them dutches, roll up and get'cha face busted *punch*
Car shot up with the twelve gauge musket *gunshots, glass break**
Leave you dusted and disgusted --- No discussion
I give yo' ass a concussion, 'cause i'm clutchin motherf*** in nines that's bustin
Got'chu tired of fussin, playin f*** in roulette that's Russian
I'll drop you in the lake cousin, drive by ya wake cussin
Laughin at the suffering, Drama-holic too hot for ya'll to touch'em *echoes*
Hook = TruestPain + Dub-D & Drama
I show love for my dawgs, smoke blunts with my dawgs
And on the nightly, I toat guns with my dawgs (Death Before Dishonor)
Roll or run wit my dawgs, hold the dope for my dawgs
Patrol the roads for my dawgs, f*** the O's for my dawgs (Death Before Dishonor)
Run a tro' with my dawg, go toe to toe with my dawg
And if in trouble i'm poppin suckas so he knows hes my dawg (Death Before Dishonor
Will never hold on my dawg, when I know that it's on
And if he die i'm pouring liquor, in memo of my dawg (Death Before Dishonor)
Double-D:
Dawg.... I told you 'bout them shots and boatox
The kid give you more holes than old-sox
And if I gotta choose who I gotta pop
I'm choosing the dude with the biggest knot
And bust shots til' the triggaz hot *gun shots*
And you can die even if you got a bigger glock
And i'm left with a two shot, to move ya block
Kid's been smoothe from the start
You can see my jewls in the dark
'Cause that sh** glow, kid got more ice than the NorthPole
Have you ducking the crossbow, at the crossroad
Before you get home, I'll have your porsche sold
Got no pity for a lost soul, just collect heads and let the force-grow
Rippin ya torso, while I'm tryna save ya team
I'm on point and shine more than lazer-beams
I've been in my prime way before a team
Mama always told me, you never know when you go -
so make sure ya shorts are clean
My minds so hot it'll scorch my dreams
And bake emcees like Boston Beans
Ya b*** will be forced to scream
Whole camps sick, got a naucious team
Whole regime in fatigue jeans
Forsee the death of steez, usin telepathy and travel over seven seas
The kid use drugs like it's the Seventies
Where home remedie's my recipe
I'm leaving enemies swollen from energy
Even if there's no-one next to me
Hook = TruestPain + Dub-D & Drama
I show love for my dawgs, smoke blunts with my dawgs
And on the nightly, I toat guns with my dawgs (Death Before Dishonor)
Roll or run wit my dawgs, hold the dope for my dawgs
Patrol the roads for my dawgs, f*** the O's for my dawgs (Death Before Dishonor)
Run a tro' with my dawg, go toe to toe with my dawg
And if in trouble i'm poppin suckas so he knows hes my dawg (Death Before Dishonor
Will never hold on my dawg, when I know that it's on
And if he die i'm pouring liquor, in memo of my dawg (Death Before Dishonor)
TruestPain:
There's a darkness, that lays in the city
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