"What the fuck you gonna do. When we run up on you? Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew"
Unknown Gangstar Philosopher
Immersive Theme Music
Oh? You're a smoothskin?
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*cue laugh track*
Unknown Gangstar Philosopher
Immersive Theme Music
Oh? You're a smoothskin?
L
*cue laugh track*
Law of the Hood
by: Blake Rodriguez, The First Gangstar
Now this is the law of the hood, as old and as true as Atlanta,
And the dawg that shall keep it may prosper, but the dawg that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the hood is the dawg, and the strength of the dawg is the hood.
Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for shooting and forget not the day is for sleep.
The cat may follow the rat, but, smoothskin, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the dawg is a hunter—go forth and rob a store of thy own.
Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the snake, the rat, the cat, the dawg
And trouble not Blake the Addict, and mock not the gangstar in his lair.
When hood meets with hood in Atlanta, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a dawg of the hood ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.
by: Blake Rodriguez, The First Gangstar
Now this is the law of the hood, as old and as true as Atlanta,
And the dawg that shall keep it may prosper, but the dawg that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the hood is the dawg, and the strength of the dawg is the hood.
Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for shooting and forget not the day is for sleep.
The cat may follow the rat, but, smoothskin, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the dawg is a hunter—go forth and rob a store of thy own.
Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the snake, the rat, the cat, the dawg
And trouble not Blake the Addict, and mock not the gangstar in his lair.
When hood meets with hood in Atlanta, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a dawg of the hood ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.
the Gangstar rises up from the ashes from the cigarette tray. Whether the gangstar decides to rob a store, shoot some other hood dawgs, or whatever - he will do whatever to forge his destiny as the greatest dawg of all of Atlanta.
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