Lyrics:

Me And My Closest Road Dogz**lf**to My Dog Named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life Baby**lf**the Return Of The Mashers, You Know How We Do It**lf**hahaha!**lf****lf**[2pac]**lf**shit Half The Times We Flaunt Cause Trouble**lf**my Closest Road Dog It Was Cool Cause I Love You**lf**fuck What They Talkin Bout**lf**let Me Take You Back In Time, Rewind To Eighty-Nine**lf**introduced Me To This Life Of Crime, But We Was Blind**lf**little Nappy-Haired Juveniles, Livin Wild**lf**no Smiles On Our Faces, Thirteen Catchin Cases**lf**indeed, It Was Misery**lf**driven By My Own Demons, Cause They Was Killin Me**lf**how Can I Be Sure I''ll Be Saved Soon**lf**catch Me Dip Into The Light, Of A Stray Moon**lf**it''s Gettin Deeper Now, Let Me Get Yo'' Mind Right**lf**fuck Yo'' Enemies, Nigga Grip Yo'' Nine Tight, Tonight''s The Night**lf**murder Murder Mr. Lucifer**lf**pictures Of The Devil Duck When He Shoot At Cha, It''s All Political**lf**runnin From The Future, Escapin In The Fog**lf**live Yo'' Life Like A Hog Nigga, Me And My Closest Road Dogz**lf****lf**[chorus Sung]**lf**every Ghetto Street Got A Crosswalk**lf**let Me Get To The Other Side With My Road Dogz**lf**all Roam In The Scary Place Called Home**lf**take A Second Victim And If They All Gone, My Closest Road Dogz**lf**every Ghetto Street Got A Stop Sign**lf**can I Trust In You My Road Dogz On Mine**lf**even When I''m Goin Through Hard Times**lf**i Still Got My Closest Road Dogz Lookin Out For All Mine**lf****lf**[2pac]**lf**haha.. Bring Artillery And Roll With A Nigga**lf**they Could Never Take The Soul Of A M.o.b. Soldier Nigga**lf**cowards Get Rolled Up, Mob On ''em Makaveli**lf**boy Youse A Boss Player, That''s What All The Bitches Tell Me**lf**even If I Died Now**lf**i Live My Life Eternally And Never Lie Down, Why Cry Now**lf**fooled A Few But Never ''came A Gamer, Ain''t Tryin To Hear It**lf**evil Spirits Hide At Total Strangers, Yo'' Life''s In Danger**lf**prepare Nigga Be Aware, Cause We Ain''t Scared**lf**m.o.b., ''til I Die, When We Ride Niggaz Disappear**lf**fill ''em Up With Pistol Smoke**lf**never Forget To Blow A Hole In His Head**lf**for Leakin Information To The Feds**lf**the Burnin Bed Was The Tellin Sign**lf**two Hired Guns Bustin Everyone, Yellin Everybody Die**lf**why The Fuck They Fuck Around, We Left ''em In The Fog**lf**bleedin Like A Stuck Hog, Me And My Closest Road Dogz**lf****lf**[chorus]**lf****lf**[2pac]**lf**fuck They Feelings, That''s What They Get For Squealin**lf**that''s The Pressures Of A Gangsta, Dangerous This Drug Dealin**lf**see Me In Physical Form, My Niggaz Swarm**lf**take The Figure Of A Circle Beatin Jealous Niggaz ''til They Purple**lf**simon Says Take They Heads Homies**lf**and Send Them Phony Motherfuckers To Dwell With All They Dead Homies**lf**fishin For Fake Niggaz, Observe And Shake Niggaz**lf**the Only Way To See Six Figures, Is Break Niggaz**lf**me And Musolini Set To Ride We High**lf**big Bogart Got The Alibi If Homicide Ask Us Way**lf**labelled A Capo In The Mob As Big As The Globe**lf**to Live And Die As A Millionaire, On ..**lf**set To Explode, My M.o., Is Kill Them Hoes**lf**my Pistol''s Like A Disease, My Enemies And Foes**lf**get Murdered And Disposed Of, We In The Fog**lf**makaveli The Don, And My Closest Road Dogz