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I've seen Ak-47s I've seen sawed off shotguns I've seen all of this, all of this I've seen DYNAMITE on the streets! Surrounded by violence and murder Say, we in the streets and we grippin' on heat You got beef, then we fryin' your burger My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls Is all I got, fuck with a murda Will happen to you, I am certain I'm certain as hell and I'm grippin' the tail Satan himself: the serpent We pullin' in no social service We go in the store, they look nervous So down me to hell, damn me to jail, like fuck you, we robbin' the merchants The preachers sound silly in service convincing my mama that all of the drama It's how will serve out your purpose How fightin' could turn into curses When I tell 'em anybody make it plenty ain't worth it or worth shit Man, I believe in my patches, man I believe in my vest Man, I believe in bandanas and pistols and holdin' and rockin' my set Born on to the term trouble, I became King of the Rubble Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy SongtexteDy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets! Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets! Everythin' out here is broken, a blemish and battered, and tat of a mind You let it burn and decay and created the kings of the centered divine I am done asking and pleading and begging you recognize I am the vibe You are done walkin' inside of the section your treadin', that was a line Cement block, hard rock, it don't stop, get it, get it Your whole block's soft, it comes off like skidish bitches We're wolves, get a bitter finish Not full, gotta get it in, get it? Get us dinner Violators tryna finish any little symptom, we will sentence sinners It all stinks, but where we live is where the set's sinkin' They say sorry ain't accepted, same old song that is subjective Sorry sirs, but we don't sing along to anthems or your pledges In your garbage roam the rulers of the restless, do not test us! Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets! Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets! Aus Songtexte Mania