(featuring Blackchild)
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(Chorus 1) (Sticky)
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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Verse 1: (Sticky)
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My dogs is my guns,
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they attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings
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if my glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash
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Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet's the teeth
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keep my dogs starvin', they ain't ate in days
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keep my guns loaded, they can't wait to spray
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my glock is a Rot, my Four-Fifth is a Pit
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my D.E. a bullmaster, who wanna get bit?
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when my guns spark that means I let 'em loose in the park
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now let's see if your bite is as big as your bark
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my Nine against your Nine to the death, have a dogfight
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foamin' at the mouthpiece, run the streets all night
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my dogs turn to razors up North
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they don't wear collars, scratched the serial off
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no owner, no dogtag, my dogs is illegal
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they bite a hole in you so big you can see through
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my dogs will even bark at this whole click
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this a K-9, it eats it's own shit
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they tried to put him to sleep, kids scared to pet 'em
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I just say "sick 'em" and it pulls of and gets 'em
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(Bridge) (Sticky)
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My fuckin' guns, my fuckin' guns!
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my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
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rob you doggystyle with the gun in your back!
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my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
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(Chorus 2) (Blackchild)
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My dogs is my guns, they'll chase you if you run
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clear out the party, and bite somebody
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they got niggas goin' to war for the cause
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and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
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you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
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you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
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a dog ain't a Man's best friend, it's a Mac Ten
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and my Mac Ten is my best friend
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it got niggas goin' to war for the cause
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and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
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you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
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you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
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Verse 2: (Sticky)
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I got two dogs, one named Nigga, one named Bitch
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Bitch is the one with the pretty chrome clip
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Nigga's the one with the taped up grip
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I'll make 'em empty simultaneous 'till you get hit
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fuck fightin' in the streets, life is a struggle
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put on a silencer, now they're wearin' a muzzle
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I hate Puppies, little guns, I need power
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you small time, a .22, you a Chiwauwa
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teeth growin', bullets we never run out of
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my dogs mate with new guns, I feed 'em gun powder
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they ain't home trained, nor house broken
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mouth open, droolin', that means the barrel is smokin'
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I walk my dogs every night, prime-meridian
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bust under water, they can swim, amphibian
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turn 'em to a sawed-off, get their ears chopped off
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my automatics a Pit with the locked jaw.
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(Chorus 2 2x) (Blackchild)
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(Chorus 1) (Sticky)
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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my dogs is my guns
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(Bridge 2) (Sticky)
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My dogs is my guns, I walk wit' 'em, talk wit 'em
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go to court wit 'em, always in Newyork wit' 'em
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I never leave 'em, eat wit' em, sleep wit' 'em
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sit 'em on the sink nigga, take a leak wit' 'em
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(Bridge 1) (Sticky)
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My dogs is my fuckin' guns!
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my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
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my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
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my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
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bust your dogs, it's your fuckin' guns!
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My Dogz Iz My Gunz
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| Sticky Fingaz |
