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Lost Souls f/Krone Dolo
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Mixture of 2 different Detroit styles.... Buddahmann's & Krone Dolo's
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Charts
Peak #1,247
Peak in subgenre #656
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Lyrics written and performed by Buddahmann & Krone
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DBoy Records/ Buddahville Publishing
Uploaded
December 01, 2003
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MP3 4.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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!!!!
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