| This guy is crazy
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| This guy is a weirdo
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| Outsidaz, what you wanna do
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| This is the gang I’m in
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| Outsidaz, comin to you
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| Lord have mercy for any rapper that showed up
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| First it was Oklahoma now its your house I’m blowin up
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| Cuz I’m quick to butt fuck yo moms
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| And fuck a nine Bizarre’s shootin nuclear bombs
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| Think about it before you diss me on a track
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| I hang with niggas that just got out and ready to go back
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| Bizarre making wack crews fold
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| Me and Bill Clinton wanna bust in those on homeless 14 years old (she's young)
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| Doin drive by’s in fuckin pink caddies
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| Tie you up and beat you worse the LL Cool J’s daddy
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| This is a crime that even Mc Gruff couldn’t solve
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| Chew dog and its not you niggas is what leavin revolved
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| You done fucked around and gotta get a fix
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| Y’all niggas in trouble cuz I done fucked around and hit a six (rap guys)
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| Who the fuck is y’all wack niggas ignoring
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| Put me in a room full of murderers they be dead by the mornin
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| Rap guys
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| Listen to me, Listen to me, rap guys
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| Diss Bizarre you die
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| We can do this like men
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| Or talk it we’re whit
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| Or do it my way and drive by later on tonight
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| Break in your house hang your sister by her shirt
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| Bury her in the dirt, wait for you moms to get home from work
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| Id a killed so many M. C's I can’t count the number
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| Niggas writin me letters say «I know what you did last summer»
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| One rapper tested me and though I was a punk
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| And I ain’t seen his body since I threw it out of my trunk
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| Fuck around and throw your ass in the lake
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| And never be found like my high school prom date
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| Bizarre’s too ill, shoot vein in my father’s vein
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| And watch a nigga die like Sugar Hill
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| I’m sicker than a transvestite gettin fucked by a paraplegic
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| I say dumb shit when I’m weeded
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| Your girl sucked me, bitch you better duck me
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| Or fuck around end up roommates with Mike Hutley
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| I be watchin shows from here to Chi town
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| Tell your boys this his last day I’m shuttin this block down
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| I’m the type a guy come to your stage show and boo you
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| Tell you you can use my sample and two weeks later I’ll sue you
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| Diss me on your stage show
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| Diss my while you high
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| But ain’t no guarantee you’ll make it out this bitch fuckin alive
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| I got weed and drinks and some fuckin slut
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| Fuck her in the butt, burn her back with hot cigarette butts
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| Quick to throw the fuckin nine up
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| My crew gets more dirty looks than Queen Latifa in a police line up
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| Don’t wind up like your boy name Romer
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| Have your parents wondering when your ass is comin out this coma
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| Smell the aroma when my crew hits the stage
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| Somebody stop this machine in a rage
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| Fuck your girl disrespect her then I check her
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| Bizarre 98 bitch federation records
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| Fuck that! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rap Guys , by - Bizarre. Song from the album DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 9, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп