| Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
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| Burn that nigga feet up man
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| This nigga in here man
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| Fuck this nigga doin' b
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| Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass
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| Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
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| Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b
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| What the hell is goin' on man?
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| Light that nigga feet up son, c’mon man
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| I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered
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| Why did you think you could step over me?
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| I’m too enormous, plus I heard you an informant
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| Call Bruce tell em' roll out the plastic
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| I’m about to catch a body on this
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| No threat, khazer, I don’t make those
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| Soak my bullets in cyanide
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| So when they touch ya' that’s a case closed
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| Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
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| Hoes, I don’t chase those, too much drama wit' em'
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| That alone I don’t have time for, I’m raw, fuck a bitch feelings
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| I’m on some old goldie shit chillin'
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| Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs
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| Line for line I’m dope, don’t mix me with Quinine
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| When the spike hit em' they flat line, period
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| One word to describe my grind, son, I’m serious
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| Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants
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| Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain’t concealin' shit
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| This what it comes to, wild’n like a western
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| Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
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| And ya weapon is oiled and don’t jam, but if it do
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| Leave ya through when it’s time for that warfare
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| I’m nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
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| Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
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| Above the law break, beat cases, don’t cop pleas
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| I buy my cars
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| Bet y’all niggas whips be leased
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| I’m a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
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| I’m a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit
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| No kind a background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot?
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| Must’ve imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
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| Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan
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| Take trips in and out a the country
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| Turn dark clouds to sunny, I’m livin' good, my paper got me comfy
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| You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me
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| I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep
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| Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
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| You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages
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| The general, I’ll have my goons tear up your establishment
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| This what it comes to, wild’n like a western
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| Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
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| And ya weapon is oiled and don’t jam, but if it do
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| Leave ya through when it’s time for that warfare |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Is What It Comes Too , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Wild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп