| Bitch niggas get eliminated, disintegrated
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| By my muthafuckin' nickel-plated, faded
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| Family member so hated
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| I’m one of the deadliest muthafuckas to know
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| Strapped with my Ru-ger, like Kelly keepin' it on the down-low
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| Down fo' lickin' 'n stickin', door-kickin' 'n sickin'
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| Luffa lockin', Ruger-cockin', heated like when I’m spittin'
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| Good riddance, fuck repentance
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| Grew up a menace and I’m in this
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| Game, another lost his name from dealin' illegal business
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| Repentance, feelin' no sorrow about them suckas I wasted
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| Relentless, and if you scared you better be gone with no traces
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| Erases mugs off faces knocked outta boots with double-tied laces
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| Duckin' 'n dodgin', dodgin' 'n duckin', you’re fucked 'n I’m «Missing» cases
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| I’m ready to light him, lit him up my 9 got him, beat him up
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| No need for the muthafuckin' ambulance, that boy ain’t gettin' up
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| Call the coroner to pick him up
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| We puts the smash down, y’all niggas won’t last
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| Y’all niggas gon' pass 'til I buck these hot ones in yo' ass
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| Make it look like a piston hit yo' ass
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| Get ready to die, niggas be ready to ride
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| Hoppin' on a mob means emptyin' clips
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| Hittin' yo' ass with some Oakland shit
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| Too late to dash muthafucka, mash
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| Cause the last thing he knew, is the gat went pop and the nigga didn’t laugh
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| Please don’t be confused with
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| The size of a nine millimeter, bullet
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| Knee-deep in yo' spine
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| With nowhere to run, to hide
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| Cause words gets served when bullets sprayin', muthafucka die
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| Open the back of your brain for keep on thinkin' it’s just a rhyme
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| I’m sick 'n disgustin' with a MAC bussin' through you 'n yo' cousin
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| Plus all them muthafuckas you lovin'
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| Who ya foolin'? |
| You thought it would die but figured the pound splittin'
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| It’s hectic when you’re fuckin' with dem niggas
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| Dem niggas
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| You know you gonna die when you’re fuckin' wit
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| Dem niggas
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| A lotta bullets fly when you’re fuckin' wit
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| Dem niggas
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| So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it’s really that you’re fuckin' wit
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| Dem niggas
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| Dem niggas
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| You know you gonna die when you’re fuckin' wit
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| Dem niggas
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| A lotta bullets fly when you’re fuckin' wit
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| Dem niggas
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| So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it’s really that you’re fuckin' wit
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| Dem niggas
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| How the fuck the night done started? |
| Got a call from 3 T-uh a Krayz
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| Said dem niggas on the other side kickin' up dust and they needed a MAC-elev'
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| Fa shee-uh, then get the wagon cause it’s Posi driven
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| With the MAC 'n a lead ski mask in the back and that’s how I’m livin'
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| On the edge of deceivin', different caliber leavin' no breathin'
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| If we leavin' leeway for reason, now I gotta get even like Steven
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| Step with my heater, through the cuts 'n the struts so no one can see us
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| {???], nigga this westsi-uh for li-uh
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| And it’s dem niggas, from the other side of the tracks nigga it’s just like that
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| So call up the U-Haulers and boldest nigga and now it’s time to strike back
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| A G bring in too this E, hittin yo' block in a 350
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| Gat in that ass with a T-E-C, wrong nigga ta fuck W-I-T
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| For the marks that wanna test me, get stole on
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| Line 'em all up like a nigga a punk for the fact you told on
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| Snitchin' to the cop you gotta get gone right through nutty again
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| In my cuddy again, give my cuddy a spin
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| See my buddies again sippin' on some gin
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| Gotta tell a friend about these marks that tryina lower me like an elevator
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| Imitator, rumor-creators, nothin' but a plan to infiltrate us
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| I’m ready to bust and watch yo' forehead split
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| To let you mark-ass niggas know you fuckin' wit
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| Niggas thinkin' I’m a wise-guy, so fuck a drive-by
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| Face to face, got him in the eye, Keak didn’t do it and that’s no lie
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| Niggas wonderin' why I’m still walkin' the streets
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| Cause I be in the cut flashin' and not a muthafucka' peep
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| A damn thang, burners on my hand, clenched-fist I hit these niggas wit a bang
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| Change the barrel on my shit and didn’t have to bury that thang
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| Cause I bet my maggy, make way right through his baggies
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| Niggas don’t play politely so sweep him beneath his Nikes
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| If ya clowned you lay, how long could you last
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| If the town you stayed was deep as surround with niggas don’t play around
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| Let the hollow tips rip open get in ya
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| Cause you know it’s really that you’re fuckin' with dem niggas |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dem Niggas, artist - 3X Krazy. Album song Stackin Chips, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп