| Dangerous niggas
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| Uhh Black Rob shit
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| Y’all don’t know?
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| Uhh Uhh
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| Dangerous niggas
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| Lil Kim and Black Rob
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| Yellowman
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| P Diddy, the moment you all been waitin for
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| Murder yeah, ha ha yeah
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| What y’all riffin about, hang em like they did in the South
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| Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth
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| Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin
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| Like I won’t slip in ya house, and put my dick in your spouse
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| Till you get home, I’m amped like a part of ya couch
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| Then sit on me, that’s what I’ma spit filthy
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| Pretty swiftly, til them coppers come and get me Tried to tell his coward ass it’s real
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| Actin like I can’t get through that Slomen Shield
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| I’m a veteran, I’ll take devils in front of him
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| Safe cracker, moved from New York to Jers
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| Still sending? |
| kites with birds?
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| Nothin’s heard, feds wanna tap my word
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| Take vehicles off curbs, tools off herbs, jewels off of all you nerds
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| You swerve, I splurge with all yall riches
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| Comin to joke and blind all yall bitches
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| Give respect where respect is due
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| Keep frontin, and I’ma put the tech to you
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| Coward
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| Dame espacio
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| Man back up off me Dame espacio
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| Can I get a minute to breathe?
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| Dame espacio
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| That means give me space
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| Dame espacio
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| Damn back up off me Like I’m just talking like I never did these things
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| Snatch chains and rings, teddy bears from siblings
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| I did things some of yall cowards might not imagine
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| Like run in the stores, gun drawn, spasm
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| Press the button bitch I’m not havin
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| Or it’ll your? |
| super? |
| employee leave in a bag and
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| Black wagon, bait boy I’m not braggin
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| It’s a promise, I’ll take em to school like Nastradamus
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| It’s my thing do what I do best
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| Want the treasure chest, and that dough in your girl breasts
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| How dare you try to stash yours in your drawls
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| What’s mines is mines, what’s yours aint yours
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| Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours
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| Watch poppi and them, hit it up with the paintballs
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| Coward niggas, got the gall, thinkin I won’t lamp in the hall
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| Like New Year’s and drop the ball, bitches!
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| Where I come from, we all got guns
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| Be a hundred of yall and we still won’t run
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| Call the cops, they still won’t come
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| We bang on niggas like we playin the drums
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| These cats think they know me Black
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| Well I hit em over the head and say «Homey don’t play that»
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| Listen to they rhymes and say didn’t I say that?
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| Damn, I’m the shit, it’s like I’ma nigga they be bitin my dick
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| Get on some old school shit, bitch run your kicks
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| Go on y’all can have my flow
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| I extort y’all hoes for all yall dough
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| And by now I think all yall know
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| Who’s the winner, still champ by T.K.O. |
| WHAT |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Espacio , by - Black Rob. Song from the album Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп