| I’ll be the shark
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| Yeah
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| Came up on Stahelin down the street from Bren and Devin
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| 10/11, ganged up with ConCreatures, 227
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| Niggas snitchin', who you tellin'? |
| Caught a body, move with Evan
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| Lost wallet, made me feel like I just fell right out of heaven
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| Raw baby always told me I was special
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| Taught me watch out for the double-crossin', don’t let 'em finesse you
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| Shortin' 'em fifty-six grams, I’ll catch you on the next two
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| Was rollin' for my uncle, now I front 'em to my nephew
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| Can’t fall, who gon' catch you? |
| Ain’t no runnin' to your rescue
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| Plug bless you, then you throw the phone away after he text you
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| Can’t stress to you enough, can’t fuck up if I connect you
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| In Detroit, the streets is multiple choice 'cause they gon' test you
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| Send a message and address you, chopper city in the ghetto
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| Skinny nigga with the freckles, Dr. Hyde, Mr. Jekyll
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| How much you wanna bet you never had to speak on Drexel
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| Splittin' a rex, I’ll whip it with the left, Nick Van Exel
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| Let’s get it
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| Gave it to Nick Van Exel who has thirty-six seconds. |
| Two-point game,
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| he only has to keep it on the floor. |
| Now he drives, that’s not gonna take it.
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| Van Exel will. |
| Seven to shoot. |
| Van Exel with the leap. |
| For the tie, you got it.
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| Time out, Sacramento. |
| Could this be better? |
| Could this be better?
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| An unbelievable game, unbelievable shot
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| Every time I met up with the plug felt like a setup
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| Little cuz facin' letters, I just told him keep his head up
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| Only thing that I could tell him, quarantinin' with the felons
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| Got out, got on, took it to Bowling Green where I could sell 'em
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| And triple up the profit while I feed 'em anesthetics
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| Big Creature like the relic, play with me and get beheaded
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| Unlawfully ever after to these streets, my bewedded
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| Spend that paper, spin the BM with this Drac', get him shredded
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| Touched down in Gainesville, booked a suite with her debit
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| Servin' all these pain pills, they look at me as a medic
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| Risk-takin' for this relish, bricks flakin' like the
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| Cook a ki then I sweat it, cookin' peas from Angela’s
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| Used to walk the dog, take it off the leash, then I pet it
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| Could’ve got us all jammed, but lucky he ain’t live to tell it
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| We dyin' in prison, the only thing a nigga dreadin'
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| Told him I was gon' kill him, he ain’t believe me when I said it
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| Let’s get it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brick Van Exel , by - BOLDY JAMES. Song from the album The Versace Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп