| He killed what he loved
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| So he had to die
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| Let off in the club mad loud
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| Don’t errybody go get sad now
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| Used to listen to Bacdafucup
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| Before they clapped Mac’s truck up
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| Kool G Rap to us, Fredrick Douglass
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| With a Dutch
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| Criminal Minded, dead men pose
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| 9 Milli go hard than the beat to Super Hoe
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| Lean out the car one eye closed and wash
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| Negroes off the block like a fire hose
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| Same rhyme necks shine and glow
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| We shoulda knowed since 14 To the Dome
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| Nah, nah since D-Nice had beef in the Homes
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| Since Noreaga tapin’her, rapin' her since they
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| Caught Lamont out on his own
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| Since Shyne wasn’t tryna go out like
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| Wolf Jones
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| You nobody till
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| Wish a nigga will
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| Hellz Wind whip through Killah Hills
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| Tall tales ex-dealers deal All hail
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| Entourage exchanging rounds
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| In ya gentrified downtown
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| Mayor frown, guns found
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| He killed what he loved so he had to die
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| He killed what he loved so he had to die
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| He killed what he loved so he had to die
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| He killed what he loved so he had to die
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired
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| Chekhov put Jay tech on Nas' dresser
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| Supressor on the heckler
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| Prey Secular
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| Lay em down like Mecca
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| Superpredator
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| Layer gun sounds for texture
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| If it ain’t broke, cut the record
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| Burnt toast, cold breakfast
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| One entry, no exit
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| Your favela open carry like Texas
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| Settled it
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| With gunshots in ya setlist
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| No idle threats, straight genocide
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| Homie can rhyme
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| Fingers twisted into a sign of the times
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| Since DMX had blood in his eye
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| Who paid for Jam Master Jay to die
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| Get it how you live, right?
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| Send troubled young men to son crib
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| Wipeout, settle into that bid for life
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| Watch from cage, niggas ride ya wave
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| Like halfpipe, catchphrase merchandise
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| You was half right
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| «Fire out the cannon / You can’t serve God and Mammon»
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired
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| Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Superpredator , by - Blockhead. Song from the album Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп