| From the scales, jails, sales and the drops niggas lasted
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| When LL Rock The Bells came out, still a classic
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| Was young still, scoobed on the skill, the silver plastic
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| I’m chill, but the females feel I’m still a bastard
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| It’s galactic, studied degrees, about to graft it
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| Mastered, it bugs me to see all the theatrics
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| Crafted, set career goals recent surpassed it
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| Streets reps, left in the stress sleeping in caskets
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| It’s backwards, had to untwist it, uplift it, it helps to grip it
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| Any harm self-inflicted, specifics, spoken direct the dialect
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| Been designed for the minds with my respect, why object?
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| So established 80's status, Aziatic
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| Footwear fanatic, put fear in the average
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| Mr. Magic, money come, money go
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| Cigars and Merlot, these front niggas funny though
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| Hustle mental, to get money, fam, come first
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| Stay focused, maintain, appreciate patience
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| Follow the code, stack dough, lay low
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| Loyalty lay her deep in the roots
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| It’s the truth, still morally, I’m more into Coupe’s
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| Move accordingly, crew all in cahoots
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| That royalty get orally loose
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| Prove big boy spitter, don’t get no slicker
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| Bobby Fisher in the mix since I sip more liquor
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| I differ for doly, hip hop hipster
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| Rough Denim rocker, fly Reebok switcher
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| Policer, best emceeer, OD’er
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| Top five, catch a nigga alive in no Kia
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| Blow cheeba, lounge, pitty the clowns
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| One with the word Willy, I’ve really been down
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| Y’all know what it is, get down, lay down
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| On the floor face down
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| It’s only a robbery, don’t make it a homocide
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| Back to polly, from cracks to molly
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| It’s the same me that stacked them hundred racks in Raleigh
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| Shot to Charlotte, wrapped my narcotics in garlic
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| Whenever hot, had my loot stash box in hiding
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| Born in the Brook', you either get put on or hooked
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| Hate the synthetic coke, it took too long to cook
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| Where the crooks? |
| I’m here, put the kush in the air
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| Aura rare, skin water clear, they look and they steer
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| None compare, slipped outta the chokehold
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| Dipped out on the popo, lick shots for the logo
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| Dough stacker, jewel dropper, low laughter
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| Cool posture remind you of no rapper
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| I ain’t done, I ain’t done yet
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| Let me get 'em
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| Louis mops, too hot to pop shit
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| Before the props the gossip was on my dick
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| Did the drops, the tropics and the chopsticks
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| Water rocks the mink spots in the ostrich
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| Saw a lot, now I link with akh in the Masjid
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| Call the cops, that Glock might me on my vib
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| This how I live my life, what I did
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| Lover the hybrid, eye low on my eyelids
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| these freaks are they fuck with voodoo
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| My niggas do you as deep, leave a meatcleaver through you
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| Police’ll pursue you, you sleep the system’ll beat you brutal
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| Meet the guru, I’ve been through it, I speak the truthful
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| My feets are useful, I’m lying hard and my cons the target
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| But understand that certain niggas they shine regardless
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| Fine a marker, my nip milk it then keep it moving
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| Keep recruiting this evolution, peace to students
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| Keep your eyes open, I’m coming |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thank You , by - AZ. Song from the album Legacy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп