| Gangsta shit, I’ma show you how the gangsters do it
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| Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti
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| Excuse me for a second while I blow, on this bomb
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| Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah
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| Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches
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| I gotta little bit of somethin that you’ll never understand
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| With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand
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| Got so many different advances, different chances
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| Lead to different circumstances, enhancements
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| Calibers, mental mind gallagher, shells
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| Hit niggas like hammers hit nails
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| I’m Apocalypse 6000, I remember that hoe
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| Bitch don’t you owe me 6000? |
| I’m countin (?) to ten
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| I slide through on some ol' outlandish shit
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| And roll up anybody on some skanless shit
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| Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang
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| Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
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| They call me Young Rosco, young and ho-stile
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| If it ain’t on D’s, then I can’t even ride yo
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| I’m so caught up in the streets I need to lie low
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| And I’m runnin out of sheets, to weed that I blow
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| Best run, getcha guns, spittin dum dum
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| Slugs at the thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none
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| Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
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| Slugs at you thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none
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| Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
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| Slugs at you thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none
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| Here we come, best run, spittin dum dum
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| Slugs at you thugs, y’all niggas don’t want none
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| The Gooch is back, the hold up man with deuce gat
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| (Blow up fam) You fold up fan, you’re fruit cat
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| Niggas gettin swoll up, plans for loose tracks
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| When I roll up fam (yeah nigga) produce scraps (kick in)
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| You know I’m all about the street dollars
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| Follow your trail and blaze niggas with +techs+ like 'Sheed Wallace
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| They say the streets talk and I ain’t hearin a word
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| Feet to the ground got my ear to the curb
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| Roll with niggas disappear in them burbs
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| Pop up appear with them birds, in darkness prepare you for worst
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| (Listen) — in other words stop talkin
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| I slim up your legs, curl up your hands, nigga you stop walkin
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| When the fifth stain leave shit stains off in
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| Your Pampers, get your shit bag changed often
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| You niggas soft and the fifth lift chains off often
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| Get your block chalked when the Glock start barkin
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| Who wanna get 'em up? |
| Nigga let’s get 'em up
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| Why the fuck they act like you know, and so we did 'em up
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| When the uz' bruise I serve crews, act like you know
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| Rude bwoy tryin to walk in these shoes
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| I ain’t impressed off dues with that bullshit, I pull quick
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| And y’all dumb hoes suck dick — she just a bitch
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| I hit the switch and peel out, and wheel out, throw up a (?)
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| I get shit, get get done with it, and so I get out
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| The smallest of my hustle so I floss off bones
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| Pay the cost of the death, watch you die when you step
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| Seven to ten niggas drop when they step
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| Don’t sweat the technique or get chin-checked
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| Pimpin never gave a fuck, Sigel Daz and Kurupt
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| Rosco, (??) you can’t bite my shit, it causes fiascoes
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| My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco
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| I’m dippin, rollin, that’s the way the (?) bowl
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| D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. |
| soul
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| Controllin, foldin, suckers like envelopes
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| Rollin on hundred spokes, smokin on a pound of smoke
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| Dogg Pound Gangstaville, where the gangsters at
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| Sigel came to roll through and smoke us out
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| So what’s wrong with that? |
| Nigga, ha? |
| Yeah
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| Daz Dillinger, yo, the one-shotter
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| Shootin niggas down cause it’s nuttin
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| The first nigga to take off, nigga boulder boy
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| Yo, Kurupt Young Gotti, ha?
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| You know that nigga, that one nigga, set it off on ya
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| Pleezbelieveit ya bitch
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| I know bitches when I see a bitch and youse a bitch
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| And bitches get treated like bitches.
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| Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound nigga! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Best Run , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Song from the album Dillinger & Young Gotti - Clean Version, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп