| Fall back, for the 40 cal clap
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| Slugs burn like hot grits on Al Green’s back
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| Fuck what you heard, fuck what they talking 'bout
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| We chalk 'em out, you fuckin' with a legend
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| And I still keep it funky (that's right)
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| Jump up, I’m gonna shoot you down on the back pockets to your Red Monkeys
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| You’re on and you ain’t showing me love, then fuck it
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| You’re gettin' money, I can’t get none with you, then fuck ya
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| Let me explain the bullshit
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| The same bullshit that make me want to hit your ass with a full clip
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| It ain’t enough love being spread
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| Love scene is over, it’s all hate, so blood gon' shed
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| A nigga got goons, a nigga need red
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| My homey just bought a whip and the shit need rims
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| And ya’ll niggas flossin' hard on a nigga, so fuck ya
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| I don’t respect a G, motherfucker so fuck ya
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| This is that, Rikers Island rap, for the block cash
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| On the block scrap, posted up gettin' that dough
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| Love for the block huggers gettin' that dough
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| 40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit 'em back slow!
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| What ya’ll know about hood love?
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| Bang out, shoot out, got goons to sit 'em back slow
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| You should know about my hood love
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| This ain’t a demo, you know my M.O., sit 'em back slow
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| East coast boogie, boulevard bundled up
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| Cold corner Remy shots, four, five will numb you up
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| Crushed purple haze, placed in a honey dutch
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| By any means, hustlers, get your money up
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| Strategic tactics, beliefs is backwards
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| Sights of homicide on the streets is graphic
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| In front of momma’s spot niggas freezin' traffic
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| With they drug transactions, the love can’t happen
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| To each his own, we beef, we grown
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| It’s doe or die from day one, I’m in a deeper zone
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| No disguise, still alive, I reach for chrome
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| So either way it goes down, I’mma hold shit down
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| Boppin' to Chris Brown, hop it to brick pound
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| Showin' the 40 fully, Bape hoody’s zipped down
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| Pass me the piff round, death is all I see
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| Since my return, all eyes on me
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| This is that, Riker’s Island knock sittin' rap flow
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| For them blocks getting things, monsters gettin' that dough
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| The block huggers know the style, triple that dough
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| 40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit 'em back slow!
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| I get it flowin' like it’s water (brrraaaaat!!)
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| I think you oughta support a nigga that sit 'em back slow
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| The offspring of a queen and a convict
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| Aw shit! |
| This nigga sit 'em back slow
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| So (floss!!) with your big shit, your big whips and all
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| (Floss!!) You got big chips, your shit sick, but dog
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| Who did ya’ll call when it came to the rugged terrain
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| For the struggle and pain with the love in his vein? |
| (Billy!)
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| You mean to tell me this the thanks I get
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| For keeping East Coast on the map with that gangsta shit?
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| I think somebody need to check for the glitch
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| And call Hollywood and tell them start correctin' the script
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| See I, Danze, did it, spit it off the muscle with it
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| Dominated the shit, that’s why you niggas tussled with it
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| Yes, yes, I watched how you struggled with it
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| Felt my position that you niggas would love to get it
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| Ain’t nothing change about me, it ain’t the same without me
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| The game won’t bang without me, it’s something you bang about me
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| It’s something down about me, mile about me, piles about me
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| Something slick about me, rick about me, prince about me
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| What ya’ll know about hood love?
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| Bang out, shoot out, got goons to sit 'em back slow
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| You should know about my hood love
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| This ain’t a demo, you know my M.O., sit 'em back slow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sit 'Em Back Slow , by - AZ. Song from the album The Format, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп