| I’m finna call up David and we marchin on them bitches to the South Pole
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| So what they wanna do with us? |
| I’m finna get’cha get’cha
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| Huh, finna get’cha get’cha get’cha (get'cha)
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| Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
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| I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I’m there verily
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| Love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
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| With a child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I’m children
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| Bless the world if it’s possible, I cry on my knees
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| Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
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| Ass booty and titans, you know that we been clashin in the brainwaves
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| Rattlin tryna stop what we got
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| Lord a stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain’t no sell out
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| Betta leave him alone, I’ll clear this bitch out
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| Shut the fuck up out of the dust and quickly shake that stick
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| Fuck the lust, do you wonder it’s non-physical (physical)
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| Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you wanna know?
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| I don’t know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
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| I said, feelin the body within the body, oh what a blessin
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| And what a breath, you betta go get 'em; |
| better go plant those seeds
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| Deeper, or holdin the microphone, close to the spirit
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| Clearly I hear that jealousy, somehow I don’t fear it
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| And I don’t blame nothin, surround as we’re surrounded and trapped
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| Call up the police that’s bullshit, it’s pulpit in fact
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| Until we mack, in the battlefield with the beat like that
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| Baby we serious, I’m not curious, tell 'em to watch that
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| Those ideologies, remember thou shalt not kill, and isn’t it bloody enough?
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| Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
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| Call up my uncle let me cop that fuckin Mary J
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| We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
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| Motherfucker don’t test me come and arrest me, show me how we play
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| Figure with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
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| Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
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| Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
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| Open up the mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
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| The Dragon Slayer say verily, verily I’m reborn
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| Tarnished and torn, burnin up and I’m feelin scorned
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| It’s gettin warm, I’m finna go turn it up, huh, end of story
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| Prophets and saints so harken with baby Michael’s up in the buildin
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| Jesus Christ is yo' pavilion, I’m a thug, I’m in the buildin
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| — repeat 2X |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't Know, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song The Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп