| Hennesy
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| Freeride in the house
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| Busta Ass
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| Outlawz
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| Outlawz hooked up with that nigga Bad Azz
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| Makin' cash, motherfucker
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| See them runnin,
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| Fuck up us by them thug life control
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| How should the thugster
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| Must be in the area
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| Outlaw does the law
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| Dept on the gangsta
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| When’s Ital Joe in the ruff spot ya
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| Well since a young age
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| I’ll been thugged out till the fullest
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| Niggas strap now
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| You don’t want me dead
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| Gimme that, I’ll bet I’ll pull it
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| Cause since a young age
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| I been starvin'
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| Niggas say hungry
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| Fuck around with the lonely
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| You couldn’t fuck around with the phony
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| In this life I lead
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| Nigga hustle
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| At a crack speed and I dig greed
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| Fuck makin' friends respectfully
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| I will cry for you at your murder scene
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| This Napolean
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| But he got quick, don’t strike first, it’s on again
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| In the shoe son
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| On the stash son
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| At least pretend he born away
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| This Outlawz, thug don’t see
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| Fuck around you when I see
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| Your family, all the century
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| Matter of fack bitch only mention me
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| I’m comatosed
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| I’m stretched out on the Westcoast till the fullest
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| At a overdose of bullets
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| And tell your bitch ass, shall pull it
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| You shouldn’t fuck around
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| With the wrong Niggas
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| At the wrong time
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| At the wrong place
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| You shouldn’t fuck with some Outlawz
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| Bad Boy killers
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| Puffy erasers
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| I’m a soldier
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| Sober
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| Even when I’m over
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| Smoked out, drunk and plus fuckin' on the sofa
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| In the Ghetto
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| You jellow, heart full of yellow
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| You thugged out, all bugged out
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| And can’t settle
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| Word up
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| That’s worth to me and all I love
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| My dick’s stuck in the dirt
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| Fuckin' the world and can’t bust
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| Back to the lab
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| Back to the bed
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| Born oven
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| You’s a fag
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| Movin' fast
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| Happy ass, gone lucky
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| Picture this
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| A Nigga get blissed to remeniss
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| Fuck a ho
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| Fuck her slow
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| Put a strong in a stramp
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| It’s me
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| Drunk as can be, on a humble
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| I piss shit and shit piss
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| Fuck till my dick crumble
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| My life, full of the worst
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| To imagine
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| Me in struggle like a magnet
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| Outlaw ill savage
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| My time
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| Step on the grind, wouldn’t mind
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| My life full of late nights
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| My time wont provide
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| This life of mine
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| Were only time on my side till I die
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| Gettin' high,
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| Waste of time
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| Livin' blind by the light
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| Gettin' by
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| The best way I can in these times
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| And it hurts to know my life ain’t really mine
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| Now the custom my kind are
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| They label me a plot
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| Well Am I supposed to let 'em ride on
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| End on drippin' blood
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| Like Salaam and I would
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| It’s the wild, wild Westside
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| Best to recollect
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| Collect your toys
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| Try not to get too high
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| Off the laundry
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| Cause the crime seen to be you
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| Pride to the fight
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| You was yappin'
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| Now you see through
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| I fillst the evil
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| As soon as I enter the section
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| But I’m a renegade
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| Made of the days I remember
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| Ment to only live my life strife free
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| But Niggas like me
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| Want mo' hood
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| So we kick in the do'
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| Screamin' Outlawz
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| We outsmart hoes
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| With Bad Azz fo' sho
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| Get yours
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| Get the fuck off
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| And flow
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| Yo
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| I’m hardly livin'
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| A Nigga pushin' that I should be in
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| Stuck in hole
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| The world put me in
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| Shiverin'
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| They sayin' thugs ain’t citizens
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| In the civilized world among us
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| So world hunger
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| If they could
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| They take the world from us
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| And who I mean by they, teachers
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| Who don’t believe in his students
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| Preachers who take the money
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| And turns folks us to use 'em
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| Crooked cops who blast Niggas
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| For thinkin' guns from ruthless |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Life Of Mine, artist - Bad Azz. Album song Word On Tha Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп