| You motherfuckers
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| This is some murderous shit right here
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| It’s the E-S, 7L on the track
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| Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
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| Don’t try to pigeon hole me baby
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| You know the deal
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| About to black out on these motherfuckers
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| It’s like this, hey yo
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| We don’t pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
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| We ain’t the type of cats that you wanna fuck around with
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| Straight up, like a jump ball
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| You make my skin crawl, like a snake
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| I hold my weight, like Triple H, the cerebral assassin
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| I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
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| Cash and girls are what motivates me
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| A small rapper like yaself is needin' safety
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| I don’t claim to be a thug
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| But that would mean a slug
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| For any faggo that’s givin' or receivin' love
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| I keep a glove in my right hand
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| So when I murder wid the mic
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| They won’t trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
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| You’re in the fryin' pan
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| I’m a violent man watchin' Silence of the Lambs
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| Ready to go out, and slap the jaws off ya mouth
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| I’m not the one to diss
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| I’m fearless like Walken in the Deer Hunter is
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| No doubt
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| You thug it out, we cut it out
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| You fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out
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| You playin' games we gon' shut you out
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| So now you know what we about
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| Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt
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| Y’all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right
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| Ya man’s man ain’t even that man
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| You ain’t livin' that life
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| You ain’t ready for that man, fall back
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| Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
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| Can’t fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
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| Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
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| Handover the mic ya plan’s over tonight
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| Ain’t nobody flowin' as tight in y’all click
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| I’m to sick, to eat a dick
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| Ya can’t get wid the words that I spit
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| I rip, can’t stand none of this fake shit
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| This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
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| Yo I shop Newbury, No you walk Newbury
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| While I’m spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get stabbed, not a clue
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| Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to
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| I slaughter you, my crew hit’s you on the face off
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| First of all shake the hate off
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| Claimin' that you paid when it’s my plate that you ate off
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| The truth is you can’t afford to take a day off
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| You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
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| My dick you need to stay off
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| If punch lines were punch clocks you’d be laid off
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| Hook x2 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Warning - Knife in the Face , by - 7L & Esoteric. Song from the album Dangerous Connection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп