| (C-Style sample goes throughout the whole song:
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| «Now that’s some gangsta»)
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| Now we gonna do what we do, uh
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| Rage and that Lowlife crew, uh
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| Break it on down for the mind, uh
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| Break it on down for the rhyme, ha
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| Ain’t no shit for my fashion
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| On how I bake MC’s like Alaska
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| King crap, it’s to see Daz
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| Put it on the ring, uh
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| They don’t want to rock it
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| They don’t wanna fuck around
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| With Rage when I fuck up
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| Come in, fuckin' is human
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| Tell me what was you assuming
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| That Rage couldn’t come with the full
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| I roll with the thunder
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| Put you straight under
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| Dodi, Diana, Princess
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| This woman’s makin' wonders
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| They here to take hardest, regardless fools
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| Like Tray Deee
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| I come down like bars to full
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| I got nothing to lose
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| I fill my war with booze
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| Too hard to ball
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| So I could use to blues
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| When I cut the glass to blast
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| And break it down to up
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| And I fuck on they asses
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| Rage and Bad Azz
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| Two motherfuckin' bad asses
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| Is ready makin' in me
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| Set yourself back while The Legacy continue
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| It’s quite hard to make 'em stay
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| In mind while I rhyme
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| Everyday
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| Cause rhyme got no time to waste time
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| Now I’m a prime (?)
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| No need to blast this bitch
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| Right in his ass for a time
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| I came and this true game I maintain
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| Lowlife up in no strain
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| Got this arrow queen’s brain
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| Fuck I made a little money
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| Got no cherish single buddy
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| Weeded and honey
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| Dope, we played it
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| Just became it
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| We take it almost ready cause my shit is lethal
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| And all I see will be my people
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| Livin' up deepful
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| For all my younger people
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| Do your thing and just cock
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| Cause we ain’t got home 'for the struggle
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| I got no gun, high
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| My life will end up
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| I life everyday
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| Got my life on ends but
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| I still got a little bit of hope for tomorrow
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| Finally have a little (?)
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| And for mine
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| I get around these punks now
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| And by rappers ain’t achievin'
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| Like Francis' gun
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| Life backwards
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| Death’s an unforbiddeble fact
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| And it’s the ignorant Nigga
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| That’ll run up on the strap
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| I’m back
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| I do some amazing thing
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| And on the track like siesta
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| Plurt your brains
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| Fuck, battle make you strong
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| Bangin' like this
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| Like put your name real small
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| At the bottom of the list
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| I go get
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| And rhymin' like thinkin' bout death
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| There’s no escape
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| No decisions to make
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| Ain’t nothing left
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| The Legacy and Bad
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| The same page is for Rage
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| And little Lowlifes' smart
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| Like the world is our thing
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| Now that’s that
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| I’m caught in the wars for yards
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| They keep it real through the struggle
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| Cause we all wanna ball
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| Bust mine
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| I got back and smacked your words
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| We never be soft
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| That’s why I came to get you a girl
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| Since Rage’s at the top
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| The whole world stop
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| We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
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| Since Legacy is the top
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| The whole world stop
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| We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
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| Since Bad Azz is the top
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| The whole world stop
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| We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop
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| Since Dogg Pound’s at the top
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| The whole world stop
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| We put a hold on hip hop, hip hop |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Hold On Hip Hop, artist - Bad Azz. Album song Word On Tha Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп