| Don’t any of you have the guts to pay for blood!
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| I’m your huckleberry
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| Alright, ah, ah
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| It’s your boy Big Proof, haha!
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| Aah, ayo I don’t care how y’all niggas wanna do this street shit
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| Nigga, you hear me?
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| I’ll put you out your misery.
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| One on one, y’all ain’t wit' it, gun for gun
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| Y’all can’t walk in my shoe, dude
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| I’m the only motherfucker that fit it
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| One on one, y’all ain’t wit' it, gun for gun
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| Come and get it, come and get it
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| Y’all can’t walk in my shoe, dude
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| I’m the only motherfucker that fit it
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| Motherfucker I was born on this earth half-baked
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| You gon' see the 9, nigga, like an hour past 8
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| See me in your front porch wit' that Jason mask
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| Don’t make me get up, bitch, and chase yo' ass
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| So know right now, gotta respect yo' ass
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| My temper 'bout as quick as a Tec can blast
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| 'Bout time PG came an' checked yo' ass
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| Three bars later still don’t respect yo' ass
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| Look, motherfucker, I don’t got' hear that noise
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| Talkin 'bout how you deep in the streets, now where them boys?
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| Out a motherfucker terrorist call me Taliban
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| Niggas that see me on TV is televised
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| How do they feel 'bout being phoned up like telephone
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| Mayor of this city, thug, known as Ghetto Don
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| P-R-O-O-F, without the fuckin' brat, I’m so-so deaf. |
| (Don't play)
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| Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat
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| You probably know, I’ll lay you flat
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| Shit, ain’t you heard? |
| I’ll lay you flat
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| Now beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that
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| Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat
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| You probably know, I’ll lay you flat
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| Shit, ain’t you heard? |
| I’ll lay you flat
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| Beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that
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| Higgy, higgy, higgy
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| And all you motherfuckers ain’t thinkin' too clearly
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| You may not respect me, but you better fear me
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| Steppin' outta pocket, bitch, I’ll make you pay dearly
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| Put you out of service and I won’t treat you fairly
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| You goin' out permanent, not temporarily
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| Fuckin' wit' the Boogie Man, it’s bound to get scary
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| I’m a seer of the future, just call me visionary
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| Take the stats on my crew, see it’s legendary
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| Top-notch niggas, livin' secondary
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| Didn’t wanna hurt ya but I think it’s necessary
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| Call six of your boys so they can help you be buried
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| Me leaving you livin' happen so rarely
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| Ask if you’re alive all the people say barely
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| Hanging by your string equals livin' too daring
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| Had to make him break off the chain he was wearing
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| Put your face down on the ground, don’t tempt me
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| To knock this whole clip off until it’s empty
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| You talkin' really big but I know you pretending
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| We know you ain’t shit through the message you sending
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| Use your discretion, and I mean it sincerely
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| You betta' heed the warnin' and don’t come near me
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| My weapons all thorough when paramilitary
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| Be the unknown grave inside the cemetery. |
| (Don't play)
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| Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat
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| You probably know, I’ll lay you flat
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| Shit, ain’t you heard? |
| I’ll lay you flat
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| Now beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that
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| Tell you once, I’ll lay you flat
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| You probably know, I’ll lay you flat
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| Shit, ain’t you heard? |
| I’ll lay you flat
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| Beef for real, ain’t no got a problem wit' that
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| I don’t like that americano
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| He’s too smart to be just a hired fighter
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| But shooting a pistol no one can touch. |
| I can see that
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| When someone with that face works with his gun you may count on two things:
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| He’s fast on the trigger, but he’s also intelligent. |
| That makes him too
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| dangerous for you I think |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lay U Flat , by - B-Real. Song from the album The Gunslinger, Pt. II: Fist Full of Dollars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп