| Gangsta
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| Brought to you by the Butcher, nigga
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| These are the real Sopranos
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| Cannon
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| Was takin' penitentiary chances, now they hit us with advances
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| Got them niggas mad, hatin', can’t stand it
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| Down bad, I ain’t panic, now I’m doin' shits with Don Cannon
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| But I’m the same nigga used to tote cannons
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| Hit the coke with Arm & Hammer
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| 'Caine so hard, we need a hammer
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| Play the crackhouse with cop scanners
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| Known for sellin' glass, every gram I cook sold fast
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| Quarter brick and a vision where it glass
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| Runnin' from my past, Henny to the top of the glass
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| Won’t stop 'til I’m top of my class
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| Had a Glock in the stash next to a box full of cash
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| Hit a lick, used a stocking for a mask, this real shit
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| Rumors spread from the ones I used to chill with
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| Get fake vibes from niggas I kept it real with
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| We was ridin' four deep tryna kill shit
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| Blow a nigga brains out and don’t feel shit (Sopranos)
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| 2015 was the year, no regrets, no fears
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| We was running through the dope
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| I turned eighty into hope
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| Plus I showed these motherfuckers they ain’t wavy as the G.O.A.T.
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| Now the label pay me for my quotes
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| Plus I’m flyin' in with elbows like I’m jumpin' off the ropes
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| All this money I’ma gross, I can feel it gettin' close
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| You can call me Raekwon 'cause I’m comin' with the Ghost
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| They was callin' me a legend 'fore a nigga even spoke
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| They’ll be callin' for the reverend if I hit you with this toast (Cannon)
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| I say the word and the apes all come out
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| Now it’s shells everywhere like a baseball dugout
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| It was grams everywhere 'til the eighths all run out
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| Uh, I prophesize my profit rise
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| I can’t concern myself with y’all like it’s ostracized
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| Every two or three thousand gave me the cautious vibes
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| But I been backed up
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| Soon as the ink dried, I was ten racks up
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| I’ma make another sixty on 'em, then stack up (Yeah)
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| Black Soprano for the win, nigga, fin
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| Better save more than you spend, stack up and do it again (Nah)
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| You was only good for a season like Jeremy Lin
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| Both hands wasn’t enough to count it, needed a twin
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| Decorated the garage with horses like Ralph Lauren
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| My train of thought still stuck on all the cocaine I bought
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| I don’t get into to all of that famous talk
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| Disposable cash
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| We unapproachable sociopaths
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| A run-in with us supposed to go bad, but I evolved
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| Now look at me, I’m a boss, gotta book me with all my dogs
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| Chose the streets 'cause she the one took me with all my flaws
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| Why listen to fools talkin'? |
| In kitchens, I’m moonwalkin'
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| Feds hate, there’s red paint on all of her shoe arches
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| Every house on my block was hot 'til I moved off it
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| Like Drew Brees, I took the lead with a few tosses
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| New charges, it ain’t over, though, it’s just beginning
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| I’m Curt Schilling
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| Lookin' from the dugout, goin' for extra innings
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| I turned my hobby to a separate business
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| Sick of those detective visits
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| Poppin' up at shows just to question niggas
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| Who knew the game ain’t have an exit in it?
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| I took a fork, whipped it once, when it stiffened up, I left it in it
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| Let’s talk bags I got in mind today
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| I wrote this verse in the shirt I had on when I signed to Jay
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| It’s over, ah
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| These are the real Sopranos
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| And like that
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| We gone
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| DJ Drama
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| Black Soprano Family
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| Well respected
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| For life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Over , by - Black Soprano FamilySong from the album Benny the Butcher & DJ Drama Present: The Respected Sopranos, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп