| Yeah, yeah we gon' beat these demons down within the mind
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| With the sound within the mind, beat on this shit
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| C’mon now let’s get this shit together
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| C’mon, beat this shit down baby
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| Well let me show you how the Midwest rocks, west rocks
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| Well let me show you how this Midwest rocks, west rocks
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| Let me show you how this Midwest rocks
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| We gon' get this motherfuckin money young’n, what nigga! |
| Hahaha
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| I was rollin the I-80, holdin the vibe baby
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| Police up in this bitch, you know they hate me
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| With a motherfucker to search me, and a motherfucker to curse me
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| And it all end up to them walkin it like you not dirty birdy
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| Bringin it most certainly, you don’t want me, quit frontin
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| Ol' hater hater hater hater, quit stuntin
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| Plain and simply bluntin, nothin for nothin that equals nothin
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| And I’m still walkin and needin that somethin
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| Vision a perfect woman, a vision of perfect women
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| Ch-ch-check out my melody, check-check out my rhythm
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| Inspiration is God, spiritually we can see
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| In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, it’s whatever you need
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| Break bread so the demons can eat
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| Handle my money like Yvonna, it’s just me the G
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| Call it what’chu wanna call it, feel me I’m in a venna
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| Shut up so you can get some real manner
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| My momma my Rosanna-anna, just me and my Joanna
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| Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow
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| You know I love my style, I’m not a faker I’m the real
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| I’m walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel
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| Now do you want me? |
| Don’t be fake
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| And don’t have the nerve to try to play me like you’re real
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| I’m tryin to eat off the plate, baby please peace be still
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| Thou shall not kill, we in the belly of the beast
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| It was a setup, motherfucker don’t ever think I let up
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| I peeped out of every movement when you get up
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| For the woman that never loved me, only just to wipe away my smile
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| Was it jealousy? |
| Mad cause my hair was wild?
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| Ain’t no vanity, never was surrounded by no enemies
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| One glass of Hennessy, mind on the trinity
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| Heavenly, somebody got pissed, at the caucus
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| Give me a leaf and let me break down college studies and collars
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| Ballers, shot callers, I’m comin up
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| Dug up, up out the grave, now pay attention to the thug
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| Can you try that? |
| Fellamina, Robert and Masadonia
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| Bryon never forget bitch, can you buy that?
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| Plus the one that I gave you, a real diamond, no cubic zirconia
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| Headed for Mariah like it’s right around the corner soldier
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| Shanaya said it best, I guess it’s war
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| So what the fuck you think I landed on this fuckin planet for?
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| Now keep the lust, eat the coochie cause I know that steez
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| I heard you say that you was lovin but you said it while they dissin me
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| Dissin me, dissin me. |
| why they dissin me? |
| Fuckin crazy
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| When it’s, said and done, one we still standin
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| Haters’ll never find me, no matter how they demand it
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| Pay dues, pay price, pay more than thrice
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| Don’t get mad when I pop up with ice — little haters
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| Alligator snake skin, serpent with yo' fake skin
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| Wanna be a man, be a man than me
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| I’m a child of God, and you can call it if you wanna
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| Homeboy grab girly if you wanna
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| But he won’t even claim her, fuckin same dude tryna frame us
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| Bitch please, I’m already famous it’s stuck in the danger
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| Never cry, I know the Lord is the greatest
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| He in secret, you don’t need to be searchin
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| No hatred, cause I’m a soldier for the Lord
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| Wise, and I’m humble with that double edge sword
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| (Hahaha, it’s that «Thugs Revenge» mo' murda) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Be Fake , by - Bizzy Bone. Song from the album Thugs Revenge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп