| Big motherfucking waps
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| Big motherfucking racks
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| Big clips
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| 6 shit
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| Mans pulling up, jogging on niggas
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| Yeah, alla dat
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| Gang, Gang
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| 6 gang with the opps on man
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| Cah they know we do drillings
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| Go check out the bootings
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| Check out the chingings
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| .44's, 10 toes with the dots
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| 6 gang done did it
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| 67K what where
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| He either tripped or it’s spilling
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| Bare man rap for the cause
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| You don’t bang for friend
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| That’s under the floor
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| Like he got chinged
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| And he got whacked
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| So tell me what is the score?
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| And I hear man rapping on tracks
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| Like ours didn’t take one of yours
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| And bare man rap ‘bout banging
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| When they ain’t even ready for war
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| Young Jigga, niggas know that I’m lurky
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| On the drive, R6 and Sizz
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| Tryna smoke opp like Percy
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| Big rambo and I’ll drench man
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| Get in my way
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| I ain’t showing no mercy
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| Dill up, crash with the fam
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| The whole of my gang got their hands dem dirty
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| The opps ain’t adding no K
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| How the hell you gonna talk about ropes?
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| Some washed yutes tryna scream Town
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| I’ll just run man down with my woes
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| All up in my hands with smoke
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| Tryna air out your friend den ghost
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| Way too needy
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| Dem nigga’s just lie for their hoes
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| 2 dots dat’s Itch and Sizz
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| On the opp block, where they’re not on piss
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| Dem man love chat like bitch
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| Should have seen the run
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| When we jumped out the whiz
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| Gang dinger might pull up on violence
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| If your run, keep ducking and diving
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| What’s with the running and hiding?
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| I told man dat no one ain’t sliding
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| Crash corn at anyone
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| Niggas know we on violence
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| Me and Yung Conz stay tooled up
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| Out ‘ere tryna catch man sliding
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| Man get the drop on the opps
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| Little man der just got a knife in
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| How could call this ‘Beef'
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| When we get ‘round there and you hiding?
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| Broski fill up the ting
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| I’ll fill up the ting, let’s lurk
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| 2 L’s on the opp block
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| Lurk with Itch and I’ll put him on his shirt
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| Rage way to whizzy like I always say ‘Skrr-Skrr'
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| T-Trap's loving the ends
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| Pedal bike tryna push work
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| Drillers and trappers
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| Fuck with the 6
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| Get cheffed or pitched
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| There’s shit, there’s tragic
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| Pull up on the drive with me and my guys
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| All the opps vanish
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| Bro don’t talk, bro shoot dem
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| Bro is the maddest
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| Bro got me, I got bro
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| No dashing when we splashing
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| 4 door, 4 man
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| That’s me and my gang tryna catch man lacking
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| 2 rucksacks, that’s 2 bruck-backs in the ride don’t panic
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| 2 rucksacks, that’s 2 bruck-backs, see feds, mans dashing
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| Tryna leave a opp cabbage
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| Jump out
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| Jump out on a mad one
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| Boom, baw-baw in the place
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| You can be Chinese or Indian
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| I don’t give a toss about your race
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| Pull up on a opp block
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| Bare pussies coming like a brothel in the place
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| Only time I run and leave my friends
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| When we legging from jakes
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| Whip, Whip, Whip
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| Older bro in the kitchen
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| Watch him do up the flake
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| I got both for the low
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| Raw in the dotty for the smackers the tastes
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| Camp on the opp block
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| Camp on the opp block, Itch and Scratch for the oppers we bake
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| Camp on the opp block, Itch and Scratch for the oppers we bake
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| Hold
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| Who’s that qwengers on the opp block?
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| See the way that she shakes
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| If that’s a oppers girl
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| Can you lead me to my mates?
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| Knock-knock on my door
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| Feds, window escape
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| 10 toes in Brixton like bitch I’m with my apes
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| Drench man normal that’s a opp boy
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| Open bare police tapes
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| Whip-whip, in dat pot do a dab
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| My nigga whip the flake
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| Catch you on a backroad sliding, fried on, shh get the flame
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| Catch you on a backroad sliding, fried on, shh get the flame
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| Bare man rap for the cause
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| Don’t bang for their friends that’s under the floor
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| Capo got wetted in front of his friends
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| Yeah all of dem pussio’s saw
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| Free Squeezy he was on the phone laughing
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| We all know we should’ve got more
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| And bare man rap about banging
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| When they ain’t even ready for war
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| They ain’t out 'ere tryna risk It
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| Tryna rise that mash and fill It
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| Turn a opp pack then bill It
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| When I jump in the ride and spin It
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| I know my shooters tryna drill it
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| They could be old or young, skinny or fat
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| They see me they kick it
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| Two cannon’s on the opp block
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| Like I came here to help out Ade OG
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| Tilt that, shoot man’s face from a angle
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| Leave man’s visuals V
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| Suttin' got touched round there
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| Now the feds wanna question the whole of the team
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| Suttin' got touched round there
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| Now the feds wanna question the whole of the team
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| Go and get you some manners
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| Still step with handy tools
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| That’s a man-bag with nails and hammers
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| Bang corn from the days
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| We were out 'ere tryna flag red bandanas
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| Lean and bop with ting
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| Bang that ting till I see a boy stagger
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| Lean and bop with ting
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| Bang that ting till I see a boy stagger
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| 6 gang with the opps on man
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| Cah they know we do drillings
|
| Go check out the bootings
|
| Check out the chingings
|
| .44's, 10 toes with the dots
|
| 6 gang done did it
|
| 67K what where
|
| He either tripped or it’s spilling
|
| Bare man rap for the cause
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| You don’t bang for friend
|
| That’s under the floor
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| Like he got chinged
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| And he got whacked
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| So tell me what is the score?
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| And I hear man rapping on tracks
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| Like ours didn’t take one of yours
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| And bare man rap ‘bout banging
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| When they ain’t even ready for war
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| War is war…
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| War is war |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Is the Score, artist - R6. Album song Search & Destroy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп