| Yeah, Ok!
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| Y’all didn’t know what it is, nigga?
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| The game has officially changed
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| That’s right
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| I don’t know what you thought you wanted, but you really don’t want it, nigga
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| Goon Sqwad, D12
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| McVay, crack they heads nigga!
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| This is the tales of the dark side
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| I park right in front of your spot
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| Put a hole in your car right
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| I never been playing like they told
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| That I lean over that passenger side
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| It ain’t rovin' while it’s golden, I give you hoes a makeover
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| Pole pose a shit and his arms a break your both of them
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| And I’m a dash faster than locomotive
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| I can trespassing a ram shaking
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| Murder your families and it ain’t no closure
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| I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions
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| When I get back on the block these niggers mashing
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| I got the world in my palm and I’m a smash it
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| Sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere
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| I’m just an animal, pass it enough to grab the back of your neck
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| And stuff your face in a half of cake
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| Force you to take a breath, I could care less about who you be
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| Or what you do for the community
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| We taking it over I’m on a shootin' spree
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| Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it
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| I get it, what? |
| I get it, what? |
| I get it, yes I get it
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| Whenever I drop the line they faded
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| Single top of the world I made it
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| I made it, what? |
| I made it, what?
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| Taking over this bitch and Y’all Hate it
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| It’s the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery
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| Possession with intent to deliver federal property
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| Another assault with intent to great bodily
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| And I ain’t pleading guilty to shit, and won’t cop a plea
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| 3 strikes in and motherfuck the 4th
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| Continue to take the 5th and I ain’t going to court
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| Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do
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| I ever get caught I’m a fourth degree habitual
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| Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches
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| Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I’m a a show what Trick
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| Trick’ll do
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| Nigga you don’t want it with me and I ain’t shitting with you
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| Up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze
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| Verses smell Proof, looking like black cheese
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| I’m backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet
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| Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag
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| Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs (uhh.)
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| Back at the lab, cookin' up shit
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| Fuck your yellow pages, you ain’t looking up shit
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| Convict lunatic, no gang banger
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| Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed’s trainer (stop the fight!)
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| Suck everybody’s dick you ain’t got no choice
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| I ain’t T-Pain but I do something to your voice
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| Ak47 I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson’s kid
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| Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells
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| 5 o’clock news catch the details
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| And fuck weed, nigga I’m on angel dust
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| I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus (Get off the bus!)
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| And god forbid if I ever get shot
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| Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson’s doc
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| Bizarre, Bitch!
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| Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it
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| I get it, what? |
| I get it, what? |
| I get it, yes I get it
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| Whenever I drop the line they faded
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| Single top of the world I made it
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| I made it, what? |
| I made it, what?
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| Taking over this bitch and Y’all Hate it
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| It’s best to shut your mouth up
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| Bullets flying through your window
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| Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up
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| Gotta keep the hustle going, A Shady fuckin' omen
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| Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'
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| We on the paper route, if he ain’t talking right, take him out
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| I don’t need cameras when I fade em out
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| Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad
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| D-12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top
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| Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I’m seeing stuff
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| Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up
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| Do it for the gusto, what up doh
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| You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho
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| If it ain’t about that bread then I ain’t listening
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| If she ain’t talking about head then ain’t kicking it
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| Way worst than EST about my dividends
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| To finish you off in the hospital while I’m visiting
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| Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it
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| I get it, what? |
| I get it, what? |
| I get it, yes I get it
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| Whenever I drop the line they faded
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| Single top of the world I made it
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| I made it, what? |
| I made it, what?
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| Taking over this bitch and Y’all Hate it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Made It, artist - Bizarre. Album song DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп