| Didn’t I tell you what I’m gonna do?
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| Here’s where I’ma tell you what I’m gonna do
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| Lights and cameras… I hear that… We love it… Bad Boy bitch fire
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| I’m wild known in Miami
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| Puff and Nelly told me
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| You ain’t gotta kill nothing to win no grammy
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| I keep a thing handy
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| In case a coward mistake me and think BR’s a piece of candy
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| I used to play the block, moving butter
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| For that Calcutta, your pockets is Chris Rock
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| I make em stutter
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| Ice is pinky
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| Eyes is chinky
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| Ho’s is kinky
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| Layin on that full length minky
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| The jail stank all on my name
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| It’s a fucking shame
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| So I had to reassess my game and the whole aim
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| 'Yo Black relax fam, show some reserve
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| You ain’t a herb
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| Just a kid with gust and a lot of nerve'
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| I used to run up in backa you
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| Put the gat to you
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| Make you get on your knees and run your capital
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| I had the same dope ways of gettin paid
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| It was either that
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| Or risk my houses gettin raided
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| Ya’ll about to witness the power of street knowledge
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| Fuck Long
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| Got my PHD from a street college
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| The rap game’s real
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| So it’s best you play behind the scenes
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| Like the?? |
| mouse on the fifth wheel
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| But I can’t do it
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| So what’s the D-dot-E-Q it?
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| Fans rush me, it’s all love ??
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| So when your dealing with dirt?
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| Play dirty
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| What I’ma do is come through in the blue 830
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| Fuck a quarter to eight
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| I’m on the corner of 8th
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| Boxin shorty with a quarter and eighth
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| Gotta make sure my daughter’s straight
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| She got cake for school
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| And the bank accounts in good shape
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| Any dudes trying to get this cream?
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| Fam, one to the stomach
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| Bend em over like 6:15
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| Should have had my dog bite him sooner
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| Soon as I heard the rumor
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| He was trying to be Scarface junior
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| The confrontation short and sweet
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| Up north is weak
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| I bought the heat the whole court in the street
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| There the nigga go
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| Sipping Clicquot frontin
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| I’m low in the back
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| Hugged up with Miss Puerto Rico or somethin
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| ??? |
| been to Brazil with Lebanese
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| When he say don’t move bitch you better freeze
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| Keep thinking your cute
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| We gonna turn this shit to Beirut
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| D? |
| Holla at Absolute
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| Anytime its time to get dope call
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| Specially if it ain’t nothin between me and duke
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| But sheetrock walls
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| If a nigga don’t like me
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| He can lick my balls
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| I’m world famous for setting off ballroom brawls
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| I’m out west like 'Fuck the past'
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| You out west walking around with security up the ass
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| It ain’t fair niggas
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| They call me Black Night Shamalyan:
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| Come through the village and I’ma scare niggas
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| You must don’t love life
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| You fucking a thug’s wife
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| Small timer, still living A Bug’s Life
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| I’m doing 80 north I’m on the turnpike
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| Here light this up and tell us what that burn like
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| I don’t believe y’all, fuck around and leave y’all
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| Duke a lame, why the fuck you let him breath for?
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| It won’t stop until your teams ???
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| This the info, I gotta come and knock y’all senseless
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| Aaanybody over 25 fronted
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| At the end I drunk the milk like the Indy 500
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| It’s Black-O the mack-O
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| Ma, you comin?
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| You see me
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| I ain’t frontin and my ice is stunnin
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| '05, yo it must be the season for duck huntin
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| When I leave here tonight B I’ma fuck somethin
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| It’s mandatory that I get in some ass
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| And shine on these faggots like I did in the past
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| You sleep? |
| Then I’m hittin the stash
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| Fam, I’m at war
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| That’s why I watch reruns of M.A.S.H
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| Dudes scheme to hit up my physical
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| And each one said its just hate
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| Mufuckas is miserable
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| So when you come attack my brothers
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| Watch out: that heat
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| Make niggas dance like Scatman Caruthers
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| Ya’ll punks paid the ultimate price, I’m not nice
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| My fourth felony, Ya’ll heard that I got life
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| Life… Life…Life…Life…Life |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Heard I Got Life, artist - Black Rob. Album song The Black Rob Report, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп