| I used to laugh when T seen dopefiends get beat
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| Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the streets
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| They say pitbull fights would go on at the park
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| And like vampires niggas come out after dark
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| You know freaks sell dope for material shit
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| And on the side gold-diggin on a ballers dick
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| Yeah, O.G. |
| niggas turned in to alcoholics
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| What you think about it Boo Boo? |
| (nigga I can’t call it)
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| Man little kids run around with a nose full of boogers
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| While the niggas on the block sell that rocked up sugar
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| Touchin' they gats everytime a fool pass
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| Waitin' to put slugs up in a niggas ass
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| They say fuck school, they say fuck grades
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| They rather get paid and snort cocaine
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| On the Ave
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| On the A-V-E
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| It’s about money and D
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| Man fuck around too long and be a casualty
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| Man in the A-V-E it’s about rocks and Glocks
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| Don’t get too close because you might get shot
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| Motherfuckers I used to go to school with
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| They look at me like man I don’t give a shit
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| Man they don’t even say what’s up top a young loc
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| They put they hands on they guns inside they coats
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| But I’m thinkin' to myself man I ain’t fearin' ya
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| I 'member back when we ate in the cafateria
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| Nigga, but them days are rested
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| I get a mary jane sack like that and keep steppin'
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| To the sto' for some zig-zags
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| Man every sto' that I know yo is owned by some Arabs
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| But I got money in my Cutty so I’m drivin
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| Sixty-nine drop top motherfucker
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| You motherfucken bitches they ain’t shit to me
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| Man you should see these freaks on the A-V-E
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| Yo, shakin' they ass man tryin' to get a grip
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| But bitch this ain’t no motherfucken freak nick
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| Ho, so what nigga you got a fancy car
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| You be shootin' niggas over that nasty broad
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| Somewhere inside you you think that’s hard
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| But when you die nigga what you gon' say to god
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| They get to spittin' them ninas, nine millimeters, bust ballerinas
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| Over things from Colombia and Argentina
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| My tiga Rome got a rock face
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| That means he’s facin three years for a motherfucken Glock case
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| You might think you went out of space
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| Cause motherfucker this is something that you can’t escape
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| On the Ave |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ave. Remix , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album These R the Tales, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп