| Nothin' in this world is free
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| I smell just like gasoline
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| The captain of the losin' team
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| My landlord won’t let me be
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| I can’t find no place to breathe
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| A couple young clowns
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| In an old slow town
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| Just didn’t have nothin' to do
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| But grab a big long shovel
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| And click on the double
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| That’s the trouble they could get into
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| Old Pete was the leader
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| So he fired up the Vita
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| And Jimmy jumped in on his side
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| Left food on the pedal
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| Say a prayer to the devil
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| Oh, that boy sure could drive
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| It’s all just passin' you by
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| (It's all just passin' you by)
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| Feelin' like you’re barely alive
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| (Feelin' like you’re barely alive)
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| Starin' at your cellular form
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| (Starin' at your cellular form)
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| Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone
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| (Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone)
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| I smell just like gasoline
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| The captain of the losin' team
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| My landlord won’t let me be
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| I can’t find no place to breathe
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| Straight through the light
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| They passed that pipe
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| These boys ain’t slept days
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| So when they seen their market
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| Old Pete just parked it
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| And Jimmy just got out in a haste
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| Runnin' amok
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| Got the shovel out the truck
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| But not so they could dig
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| And they don’t know science
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| But ultra-violence
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| Make a little man sure feel big
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| Another notch in the belt
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| (Another notch in the belt)
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| Wishin' you were somebody else
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| (Wishin' you were somebody else)
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| Starin' at your cellular form
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| (Starin' at your cellular form)
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| Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone
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| (Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone)
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| I smell just like gasoline
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| The captain of the losin' team
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| My landlord won’t let me be
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| I can’t find no place to breathe
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| Forty eight bucks richer
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| And a postcard picture
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| Of a place they wish they was
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| Now Pete say, «Jimmy,
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| Stop talkin' silly
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| You ruinin' my buzz»
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| Then his rearview mirror
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| Got crystal clear
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| Johnny Law pulled up for the bust
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| But Old Pete could drive
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| Like no man alive
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| Left that pig in a cloud of dust
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| We’re all just goin' to hell
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| (We're all just goin' to hell)
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| And ain’t got nobody to tell
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| (And ain’t got nobody to tell)
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| Starin' at your cellular form
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| (Starin' at your cellular form)
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| Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone
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| (Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone)
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| I smell just like gasoline
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| The captain of the losin' team
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it
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| My landlord won’t let me be
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| I can’t find no place to breathe
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| Nothin' in this world is free
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| You gotta take it
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| You gotta take it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ultra Violence, artist - Mickey Avalon. Album song Speak Of The Devil, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп