| Lord Infamous hit me up and I’m back in here
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| So it’s the end for you niggas like an acronym
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| We roll deeper than my fans at a colosseum
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| Niggas get buried and mortified in a mausoleum
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| Feel the wrath of a nigga rapidly blastin' ya
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| My scavengers will leave you leakin' like a dirty cadaver
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| This is armagheddon, souls cry, it’s a massacre
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| Protect yo neck, I’m goin' for the shit like I was dracula
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| I ain’t never liked to follow, so I always been a leader
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| Learn to rock it up and (?) the block and stank my Velveeta
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| Lord down that I’m gone, what the fuck you mean (?)
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| Got a house full of guns, better pray for all yo sin
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| Heart cold like a freezer cause my house hot as hell
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| Shit, I’m doin' what I’m doin', give a fuck about jail
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| Everybody got a pound, that’s a roadtrip, better follow
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| If you cross Black Rain you’ll never see tomorrow
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| You know we show off so everytime I go off
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| I crack yo fuckin' head if you think that I’m a hoe dog
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| I’m with my road dogs, that’s II Tone and T-Rock
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| And Infamous be on some more shit, he likes to ball off
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| Black Rain take change away from all these damn lames
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| And if you wanna play games
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| We leave yo ass with blood stains
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| You really wanna try, better be ready for homicide
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| I’m on a mission and get ya like I play them (?) suicide
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| I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared, I’m a (?) scared
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| Niggas claim to be real when they really doin' (?)
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| It’s hard to be a angel when you surrounded by demons
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| Niggas tryin' to do me pain and knowin' I’m a lyrical genius
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| Call me … on this road trail blaze
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| Catch me at the white house, outside the (?)
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| Get a dose of my world rage, turn yo shit to a (?)
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| Whole click murderous, you don’t wanna fuck with us
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| BLAY!
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| Fill yo bitch with this snow yo, pump her like some petrol
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| Dick hard as (?), nympho on some techno
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| Coke, snow, dope, blow, spear nose, pitch fork
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| Volcanic, satanic, manic flow, overdose
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| Trigger finger steroid flex bitch, pressure vest
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| Give a fuck less, Wild West with a Smith & Wess'
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| Butcher with a hooker, give yo mammy some of that sugar
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| I’m the man they call the boogy, come to (?) full of booger sugar |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cry , by - Big CheeseSong from the album Futuristic Bounty Hunter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп