| Ha Ha, mothafuckas
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| It’s mothafuckin Lil One
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| Up here with my dawg G to P to A
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| We fin to fuck up all 5 of you
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| And the rest of the world
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| Listen, and learn
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| Before you get burned
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| I bring it to that ass
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| Every time that I pass
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| Never mind the past
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| I got the last laugh
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| Now everybody knows me like Gotti
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| Makin all this lute
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| With out shootin any body
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| Excuse you, time to verbally abuse you
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| Take you on a mind game
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| Never mind the fame
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| Talk about the truth
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| And the men that got proof
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| Remember all the times
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| You rapped my rhymes in the booth
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| Show you how it’s done
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| And make it worth while
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| Show you how it’s done
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| Mr. Lil One style
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| Ain’t no need to lie
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| The truth is inside of you
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| Ain’t no need to trip
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| Cause I’ll fuck up all five of you
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| Still I stand alone
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| Make it on my own
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| And since you did me wrong
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| You get your dome blown
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| Still I be the sickest
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| And I be the dopest
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| Biggdy boom, make way for the lokest
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| I come from the land where the wicked men roam
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| I come from the city where you best believe it’s on
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| I come from the 6−6-6−1-9
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| Bring it to your face and no time for me to waste
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| Now I see your placed your bets
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| So I’ma put you in your place
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| It’s GPA and Mr. Lil One
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| Bringin drama to your face
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| Call me a specialist when I’m placin bombs
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| Hangin with ex-cons
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| Got ya scared cause you know it’s on
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| Scared when you’re are home
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| We’re callin death threats on the phone
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| I aughta break your jaw
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| Mothafuck you and the law
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| Mr. Lil One is comin in with the bow and arrow
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| That’s my evil twin
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| Or should I say my twin devil
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| Know we’re claimin the west
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| I’m gettin my gun
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| You better be getting your vest
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| Me and my homie will disrespect
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| That ass and fis to check
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| 380 when I bust
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| While I be kickin up dust
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| Ain’t no man alive I trust
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| I’m hurtin feelins while I cuss
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| No remoarse at this time
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| Or should I say any day
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| Hey Little let me know when to press the button
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| So I can blow thier ass away
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| I can’t aford a yhaut but a G is what I be
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| And these bullets I put through you
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| Are for disrespectin me
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| And with my chrome
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| Three 6's on your dome
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| I wrote this little song
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| Just to let you know it’s on
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| Protected custity
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| Regretin you ever fucked with me
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| Next time you start some shit
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| Don’t be a little bitch and run away from me
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| Well I’m sick and I’m evil
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| Kinda like Peshi
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| Pinch to your neck
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| If you ever disrespect me
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| True to the streets
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| Rappin over phat beats
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| Try to burn the little
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| And now your widow weeps
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| Heard about the streets
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| Mothafuckas cause riots
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| Heard about the beach
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| Mothafuckas keep quiet
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| The late Martin Nelly
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| 13 on his belly
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| May you Rest In Peace
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| While your rep’s in the street
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| No about the G’s mothafuck enemies
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| And when they get found
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| They’ll be all memories
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| Too it from the heart
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| Like my homies from the park
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| Never mind races
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| Talk about faces
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| Fakin, breakin ever single rule
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| Fuck em all up like a PCP cool
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| Lil One, be the one
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| Bringin all the drama
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| Mothafucka step and you’re a goner |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Six Six Six , by - Mr. Lil One. Song from the album The Sickest Hitz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп