| I saw him getting tired of his killing
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| They must stop
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| I in L.A. once and New York City
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| Light a bong in D.C., a phat spliff in Philly
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| You’re hallucinating, ready and open for ill shit
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| So with that let me take you on a real field trip
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| So when I swing on the mic, like a sword I spit
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| So many cutthroat notes on some Kill Bill shit
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| The last one who tried had no support
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| Like the Chunky try to cop a hit but comin' up short
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| Me, I’m coming ap boy, a lackadaisical
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| Bow down while you hear the tracks on radio
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| Chow down on the food for thought
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| And I really don’t give a fuck if you’re ready or not
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| You gonna do me and I might just do you
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| Wit' slick talk, gunshots and lots of boom boom
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| Joke a grand, nigga, I ain’t fuckin' wit' froo-froo
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| And you dead weight bitches, I ain’t fuckin' wit' you too
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| Words are like lead bursting out of the barrel
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| And harm comes to those who put their lives in peril
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| The hands off quicker than the eye can follow
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| So if you blink the results will make your head piece hollow
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| I’m the scourge of the West with the SIG on my hip
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| You ask any enemy they’ll say that niggas equipped
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| Clear the town, homie, I’m the real
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| I’ll be chilling at your wake in the black tuxedo
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| O-o, once again
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| O-o-o, once again
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| O-o-o-o-o-once again
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| Once again, back it’s the incredible
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| O-o, once again
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| O-o-o, once again
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| O-o-o-o-o-once again
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| Once again, back it’s the incredible
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| Once-ce-ce-ce again
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| Ba-ba
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| Back back back
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| Back-back-back-back it’s the incredible |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Incredible , by - B-Real. Song from the album The Gunslinger, Pt. II: Fist Full of Dollars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп