| Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
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| Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
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| Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
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| Yeah the nigga from the duece is back, and its on
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| Twenty four gone it’s that nigga that went all the way nuts spent my time after
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| the EP rippin up guts and now I’m back and I convert the straight slider enough,
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| me talk me bout me nine millimeta meta fuckin that butt, so nigga once again out
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| the mothafuckin cut, the nigga that got the refer eatin them fried nigga nut,
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| what me talk bout me load my nine real fast, and hang them spine and dem liver
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| guts up out that ass, i got the bomb, niggas that a back me up and in my palm a
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| nine that a feed me gut no matter what nigga, i ain’t gonna lie i keep packin
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| you know 'cause everybody gotta die, plenty of niggas in the city of sac keep
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| trippin, i told them mothafuckas I’m too old for crippin, but provin I’m down
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| when my nine start clickin when i say I’m twenty four deep i ain’t bullshittin,
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| nigga now, nigga now i thought it was known, leave a cannibal nigga alone unless
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| you want to deal wit a chrome, Glock, i ain’t gonna stop, when I’m in the block me
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| go pizatt wizatt pop pop pop, and den me bounce to the once of a green bud hit
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| and what i’m not rollin up, nigga i’m servin it, twenty five years of livin dead
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| already and it’s still on, yeah twenty four gone
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| Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
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| Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
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| So come twist one up
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| Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
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| Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
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| So come twist one up
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| Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
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| Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
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| So come twist one up
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| Is it that nigga that got that bum funkie
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| Is it that nigga that got the bum funkie
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| So come twist one up
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| Yeah it’s the bomb, and now it’s on to the full and my chromes on full and uh,
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| i never knew true love, until i saw brains leakin 'cause of a thirty eight slug
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| but uh, i had to get that nine millimeta, somethin that a move a nigga back a
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| centimeta, yah and you know it just don’t quit, me sticka me nine in P Z be A be
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| why K I double L I N, G, plus i keep a nine for a nigga bout sixteen of em
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| gotta be my own grave digga, believe me you see me wit a thing in my gut you
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| gotta know it’s a nine while i’m creepin in the cut, so nigga what,
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| you know it’s all good til i die, niggas got me rowdy while the triple six was
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| in the county, stressin and i ain’t gonna lie, if i could take a twelve gauge
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| and pop a narc up in the eye and get away i just might, trippin off a half of O,
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| when all the niggas i know ain’t even down and got away wit a ho so nigga now
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| you know, put the gat up in that ass and treat em like a ho, boom,
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| told you now my nine ain’t shy and now I’m rollin up a fat ass joint, why,
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| i want to get high, twenty five years of livin dead already and its still on,
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| yeah twenty four gone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 24 Gone , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album The Best Of Brotha Lynch Hung, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп