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 pelón 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   Don't spare the lives of enemies   On these war frontlines they all die   War pigs and us don't mix   Watch'em all drop in the pit      Chorus(x1)