Lyrics:

CHORUS (x1) Sick dogs collide with your stride Break them off a left and then right Fight all over these streets 'Till I meet defeat I'm with these Blocks that rock so many Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes Inside circles Attacking like packs of real sick dogs Running wild, crazy Sick in the head get out of hand daily Sick dogs got one screw missing Are you a peln psyclone on a mission? Sick dogs we run deep creep come up while you sleep The strong pray on the weak drop your heat And protect yourself defend yourself stop the shoot up Tatted down saying fuck the jura you're a sick dog Running right through your city of sin Look alive as we all fall in Some might fall when the circle spins And who knows when the show will end Look at you throw against somebody Run around and around fighting Hand to hand combat is starting And you with no combat skills are falling For real you know we get down In sick-ass world downtown killing fields Learn soldier grills Fuck'em all up on the street real quick but don't kill Ill mutha-fuckas will make you feel that fear Hold still Some might stand and some might fall What kind of man are you? We're sick dogs CHORUS (x1) Dance of the dead results in code red Fatal blows to your whole head City troops are sent and violently Answer calls but they're all scared Beware of the cold hard stare Of a sick-ass man who ain't all there I dare the dogs of law To come inside my world they all fall I lead the rest of the pack And send them on commands of attack Once you run there's no way back And we can't let you go fuck that -ac