| MOP THE DECK
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| RING AROUND THE COLLAR
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| A PROPER SWEAT
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| ILL FITTING
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| POLYESTER POLOS
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| FADED SAVE FROM YA MEMORY
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| WITH YEARS AVOIDING PHOTOS
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| ROCKING MOHAWKS IN ‘04
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| THAT BOY GONE
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| MASTER KEY A BLOW AND SO ON
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| LET A NIGGY KNOW
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| BLUES AND REDS
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| BUILT LIKE MO VAUGHN
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| POKE A LANE BRYANT THICKUM BUT I AINT MAKE IT THROUGH THE WHOLE SONG
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| CROWN FRIED
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| DEADEYES
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| AND CLAMMY FLESH
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| AS SHE SLEPT
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| LIFTED TWENTY FROM HER PURSE BEFORE I LEFT
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| CALLED ME IN LIKE AN HOUR
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| THAT WAS FOR MY BABYS LUNCH
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| YOU AINT ABOUT SHIT
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| WHEN I SEE YOU IMMA…
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| CLICK
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| LISTEN MY TRAINS A COMING
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| SILVER PEAK SHUTTLE OUTTA PEEKSKILL
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| PURPLE DAWN RISING
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| REEK OF SOUR MASH REFILLS
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| EPILLS
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| GRIND DOWN MY MOLARS I CANT KEEP STILL
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| GRIMY NIGGA RAGTIME
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| BRUSH MY TEETH WITH HEINEKEN
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| SLOW DOWN TO CUT A HALF LINE
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| RED WINE AND SHIT BROWN BOOMERS
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| NO.7 ESIASON BLITZ
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| WILD EYED FRESH OUT THE LIONS DEN
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| HIGHER SCIENCE
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| BLEND WITH SUICIDAL TENDENCIES
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| AN ILLUSION BETTER LIVING THRU CHEMISTRY
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| Well known offender
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| Lords never worry but pussy respect pressure
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| (Woods)
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| Early bird gets the worm
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| Fuck that weed shit son
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| I ain’t tryin to burn
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| What’s the word?
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| Let me hold something
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| Aight, then fuck it
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| Let me roll something
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| I need that doe cousin!
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| Tight than a mug
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| Fuck showing love im on that
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| Jerry maguire
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| Bitch said she sick and tired
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| Bitch you singing to the choir when
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| All a nigga really need is his shirt ironed
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| Bout to see my P. O
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| Apply myself to these applications but
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| If i dont get a j.o. |
| dont say nathan
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| When you see me going in the basement
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| Knocking Sports, Drugs & Entertainment
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| Food in the dark
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| I ain’t trying to read for Mr. Magoo part
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| Bullshit glengarry leads
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| Cadillac Eldorado
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| Second place is steak knives
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| In the streets its talented kids but
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| They corner only teach em how to take dives
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| Ima take mine like a date rape on Valentine’s
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| Dressed to the nines
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| Flower in lapel
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| Just goes to show, you never can tell
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| (Creature)
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| Kufi on in a crack house losing his religion
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| Truthfully gone blackout out of commission
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| Smelling like a sewer system you would diss him
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| Came home after four days the eulogy written
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| Ghost in the snap shot a shadow of himself
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| Lost hope on the bad block a battle for help
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| Four children and wife depend on him
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| Ignore feelings despite the stench on em
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| Eyes the same color as damu’s flag
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| Son cried ashamed not you dad
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| Judge mental life’s never budge or bent you
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| Could use a hug gentle in dark light resents you
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| Day break time to get right with your maker
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| Stay safe what you invite can take ya
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| Where the sun stood still on the darkest corner
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| Numb can’t feel like a heartless mourner |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hand over Fist , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Race Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп