| West Coast Mafia
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| 100 percent
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| Mob Figgaz n' real niggas
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| My nigga ap9
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| Bgeezy
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| Food Free
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| Killa Tay trick
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| I never hearda these fools
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| I’m quick to murder these fools
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| Dude if you hop off on this gangsta shit
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| Study the rules
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| Or get bloody and bruised
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| Tied up jacked and kidnapped
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| My fo thugs wit no love savagely raising big straps
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| We git em Lloyd
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| Trigga finga itchy like the hemmroids
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| Snap you like a poloriod
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| Somebody better hol’ja boy
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| Flawless like Roy Jones
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| Destroy bones on contact
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| Life ain’t shit
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| Witout some pussy and a bomb sack
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| Million Dollar contracts
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| Comin' and goin'
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| But y’all ain’t knowin'
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| Bank account swollen
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| Picture me rollin'
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| In the Escalade
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| High starin death in the face
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| Heart fulla hate
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| Puttin work in but ain’t catchin no case
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| I got my game tight
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| Cuz big homey, laced me as a young G
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| Hungry for my chedda cheeze
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| Pushin OZ’s
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| Make a profit hoes
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| Gots to got my name in they mouth
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| They bumpin guns and smokin murda blunts
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| When the guns come out
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| They poppin' please don’t shoot
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| But ain’t no git back when the shit crack
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| Murda man like Al Capone
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| Bust him wit the big gat
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| Hit him high
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| Feel the ride
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| Ain’t givin a fuck about Genocide
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| When this song is on
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| I gotta ride for mine
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| When the war pop off
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| Niggas die
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| Like fay days
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| Kill em all from the OG’s to the Bebe’s
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| When the gun blaze
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| Like sun rays
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| Doin drive by’s on the run ways
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| Feds tryin to hunt Tay down
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| In every town
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| From Philly to Compton they investigatin
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| My stomach rounds
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| All my niggas smuggle shit
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| I’m on some otha shit
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| Like fuckin' over the government
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| My ghetto politic thug niggas lovin this
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| Leavin u open like a hollow tip
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| Inside ya nigga
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| Swollow this
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| Hollow Hollow
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| I don’t give a shit
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| Still lettin off clips
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| Gimme the mike and let me touch some shit 'till I love
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| I get a headrush
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| When the lead go bust
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| Kickin up dust
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| Man that’s a must
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| Sometimes on the mike I cuss
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| Kickin up dust on the mike I buss
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| I know my people’s know who really run
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| Smokin' up on a Philly Blunt
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| Slappin' a sucka wit a gun
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| Crushin' up shit just like Big Pun
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| North to the East
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| South to the West
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| I most confess
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| I gotta get a piece
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| Betta yet a ho can’t settle for less
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| I don’t discriminate
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| Every fake nigga perpetrate
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| Concentrate on makin' papes
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| Shakin' fakes in the month of gate
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| Keepin' em as I contemplate
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| These high stakes wit a runnin' mate
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| Takin' it to another climate
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| For those that ever try to draw me
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| Rent em off to Bombay
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| Feelin my way
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| Fuck you in the hallway
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| My rhyme pays
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| 'Sides Bombay
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| My Do or Die day nigga
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| Livin it up
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| Im givin' it up
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| For my niggas that been tearin shit up
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| Nigga What
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| I been doin this shit since '89
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| They still hatin' on debatin' on tryin' to play P-9
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| I see fakers on then its on
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| Wanna spray P-9?
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| All around my neck strapped tough flee
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| For the niggas that wanna touch me
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| Tryin' to fuck me
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| Wit' no vasoline
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| I get the gasoline
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| For niggas that’s after me
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| 5 G’s is what I need on the M-I-C
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| Half a that before I breathe on
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| Niggas like you get peed on
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| So speed on
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| And be gone
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| To the cut with your fleet on
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| Or all of your teeth gone
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| Missin
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| No description until we bust
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| And you didn’t listen
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| Rollin' wit the funk I think I bust cuz im thug livin'
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| Never give in
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| Nothin'
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| But takin' the bacon wit no mistakin'
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| I got some killas
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| On the pay roll
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| In day low
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| When it’s time to handle business
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| Never miss it
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| Nigga lay low
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| Fades out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Some Other Sh!t , by - Killa TaySong from the album Headshotz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп