| You don’t really understand my story
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| See I never had shit
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| Nobody ever did shit for me
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| To me and Bonez that’s it
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| I remember waking up every morning
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| I hear my mother yelling like she bout to get hit
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| And it’s getting ever harder to ignore them
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| All I had to escape that fucked up shit
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| Was a MC307, beat machine
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| Shitty mic and a four track tape recorder
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| Saving me from living in a hateful border
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| Giving out tapes, hoping they supporta
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| Mama step dads gettin' a restraining order
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| I was banging out tracks in the basement hold on
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| Livin' it another it would take control of
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| Everything in my life is now you know
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| Well I’mma climb to the top of the underground
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| Anybody hating at em, like fuck em now
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| Anybody negative, I cut em out
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| Couldn’t even understand my fucking style
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| I’m a underdog in this industry
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| Ain’t too many people been a friend of me
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| If you really wanna test my sanity
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| You better be undercover like a canopy
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| Cause I’m flamethrower when I’m making name for us
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| And I came here to claim the stage they knowing
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| And I kill shit everyday when we rollin'
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| On a nation wide tour, get paid and take over
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| They push us, we pushing back
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| I’m sick individual, just love the fact
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| That I go all in, never got it back
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| Destroy the evil, destruct the wack
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| And I know my life’s a fight dog
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| Everybody wanna with them people, wanna kill em
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| But you’re never gonna get my life dog
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| I’m on another level, let me hit them with the venom
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| I can turn your favourite rapper to a ghost
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| Can nobody fuck with the Otis
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| Call me Young Wicked but I’m grown
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| And I’mma be the greatest ever known
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| And I’m comin for the throne
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| And I’ve never can afford to stop
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| I’m living off a cup noodles and a quarter pop
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| I turn a dollar into million in a more than that
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| Down to duck so I support the yack
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| So I look back with the grimace
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| Cause I know this fight ain’t finished
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| Coming up, they call us losers
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| Now the losers is the winners
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| And it’s
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| Us against the world
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| Bitch I’m all out
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| Meet me outisde
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| We can brawl out
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| Can nobody see us cause the coroners in the way
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| We keep it wicked everyday (keep it wicked everyday)
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| Keep it wicked everyway (us against the world)
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| Young wicked and B-O-N-E-Z we rocking this bitch
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| Ready and I’m quick to clip off your dome and shit
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| (That's how we do)
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| I’mma murder motherfucker with ahead of all crew
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| Fuck with you, thought you knew
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| Leave em all gone and end this soon
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| Anybody gotta problem with it I’mma get it
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| I’mma put all work on my goddamn life
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| And somehow, somebody still trip out and fight
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| Don’t even worry bout the killa, who the fuck is you?
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| I don’t give a fuck what you gonna do
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| I’ve been through it all, you gonna lose
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| Move outta way when I’m mashin y’all
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| Bitch your face be smackable
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| Come across me get clapped a bone
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| I speak the truth so that’s just known
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| Gotta give up, don’t give up
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| Many of y’all really don’t know me
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| Give me a spliff to rip it up I’mma leave this whole bitch smokey
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| Wow, this bitch crawl, watch it all unfold
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| We raging more, crossing roads like we’ve done before
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| I’mma take it and drive you real low
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| Take a shot, don’t sleep
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| Let em all know that I’m coming quick
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| Keeping a fire lit, cause I’m throwing gas up on that shit
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| Ain’t no bitch gonna stop a killa
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| Ain’t no cop gonna stop a dealer
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| Anyone with a gun gonna pull the trigger
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| Whenever it takes your soul to lift up
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| When it’ll be raining we don’t get wet
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| Walking through the blood and sweat
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| Can’t bring us down put it all in check
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| Rest in Peace bitch, lay you to rest |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Us Against the World, artist - Axe Murder Boyz. Album song The Garcia Brothers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп