| Hand on the trigger, I’m from Lansing, Grand River
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| Yeah I’m off a pill, drunk in the party
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| Pump in the trunk, I take a nigga Cartis
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| Yeah I’m with the shit, yeah I’m bout the action
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| I can make it happen, I ain’t just rappin'
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| I’m a real nigga, niggas gotta feel
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| on my face, I’ll probably get killed
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| 4 in the morning, at the casino
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| Dirty white bitch, now I’m headed to Reno
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| Man I be tripping, man I be whilin'
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| Keep a mean mug, I ain’t never smilin'
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| Just popped a Xan, gone off a Perc
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| Off in the studio, time to get to work
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| I be fucking hoes, I be nailing groupies
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| Holiday Inn, off in a Jacuzzi
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| Take a long walk inside my shoes
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| I’ll bet your legs give out on ya
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| What happens when you got everything to lose
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| Just by standing out on your own corner?
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| Your fans love you, they watch all your interviews
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| They’re so into you
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| They want you to be a legend now
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| We put in mellow, we don’t wanna let them guns go
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| These lil niggas be wolfing off at they gums though
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| With all that tough talk, I’m so far removed from it
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| I’ll just send some homies down your block to take a cruise on it
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| Leave your face looking like a case of, «Who done it?»
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| Throw a few hundred on the floor, looking like, «Who want it?» |
| (I'll take that)
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| Heat your block up, Arizona, we’ll Tuc-son it
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| A play grinning through Bubonic that’s true phonics (Real talk)
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| Don’t act too brolic, 22s polished
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| We are too solid, turning beef into fruit salad
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| So stick to rappin', you ain’t bout the clappin'
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| When we pull up, you be wishing for shit not to happen
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| You be throwing soggy punches, you are not for scrappin'
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| They gon' find you in the bando, and it’s not from trappin' (Damn!)
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| You only roll with tough guys, you are not one
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| Just because you went to Walmart and bought a shotgun (Fuck outta here!)
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| Take a long walk inside my shoes
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| I’ll bet your legs give out on ya
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| What happens when you got everything to lose
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| Just by standing out on your own corner?
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| Your fans love you, they watch all your interviews
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| They’re so into you
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| They want you to be a legend now
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| They love you when you hot, then hate you when you not
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| They turn into something different after drinking concoctions
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| Soon as you start monopolizing, they end up plottin'
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| They forgot, I’m much smarter than that, and it ain’t a option
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| To stab a knife in my back
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| I’ve been accustomed to amputate associates in a millisec, fuck respect
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| What is that? |
| That title is wack, cause Dirty Dozen’s
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| The only fellas I’m ever into acting with
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| I can’t walk the streets without niggas babblin'
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| Marshall that and Marshall this
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| «Where Porter at?» |
| We all gettin' chips
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| We all rappin', we still giving daps and hugs
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| Crackin' jokes, reminiscing on Proof and Bugz (RIP)
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| We don’t give a fuck, bout the haters outside the family
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| Don’t get involved or try to give dap to me, word to Big Sean
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| I’m a Detroiter that’s ducking and dodging pawns
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| I throw you haters inside the pot holes in my lawn, bitch
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| Take a long walk inside my shoes
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| I’ll bet your legs give out on ya
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| What happens when you got everything to lose
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| Just by standing out on your own corner?
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| Your fans love you, they watch all your interviews
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| They’re so into you
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| They want you to be a legend now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Legend , by - Bizarre. Song from the album DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп