| These niggas be killin
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| For anybody watching
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| Saying you getting money
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| Them niggas broke as a dutch
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| Everybody spending more than they make
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| To be famous
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| You wanna make it big
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| Then start making payments
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| You want big money
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| You want big cars
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| Got you in the big looks
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| But not big bars
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| Brahs shoot broads
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| Come off at the van
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| Right before you reach mine
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| Right after you leave his
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| Gee whiz, i’m blessed
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| Because I keep my position like a gps
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| I know plenty heads are stressed
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| But I stress facts
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| Checks is grown
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| I dress in slacks
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| Why lie, crazy high
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| Pays
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| Put style
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| My style is fly
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| Oooh
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| You can call them business buffs
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| Hard body and hard bottles
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| Who is this fuck
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| Man what?
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| Yo, yo
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| It’s going down
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| Said it’s the reject
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| Yea, you gonna need this
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| Took all the criticism
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| Don’t even know what you talkin bout
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| Murder premedidated
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| Tell the coroner bring the coffins out
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| Cause ain’t nobody’s career saved
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| Not even drake’s
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| Cause you can own it
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| But I don’t mean nobody can come and take it
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| And I ain’t saying names just to say shit
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| Remember
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| My people came on a slave shit
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| Not austrians or racists
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| So fuck that nigga
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| That’s a run I came through
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| I had to shoot
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| Both the Glock and the boothe
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| And I reloaded the gun
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| Like my vision
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| My word I do open
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| Had to go in for all the masses of people
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| Deal with masked emotions
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| So bask in the moment
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| Because it’ll be over before you know it
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| It’s the reject they rejected between the opponent
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| After hand thinking
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| I’m way too potent (way too potent)
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| Don’t begin to treat the
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| The symbol of the mind
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| Wind and fire
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| Yup annihilation
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| Then you beat that back
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| Why you even bother
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| Why you even wanna try and rush
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| Killin my flow
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| Apocalyptic, no survivors
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| Hah
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| I’m on the road to riches
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| Fuck you sons of bitches
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| Daddy warbucks
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| I fucks with the vicious
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| Dimmer week
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| It’s in my speech
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| When I peek
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| Through the window like a swift breeze
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| Enemies die then
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| I supply daily
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| I supply really
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| Really?
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| How many niggas who step up to the plate
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| Nigga pass first base
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| I’m out the gate
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| Wait
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| Barry bonds
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| Mary barden
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| Begging
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| Half a cookie
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| Rookie
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| One laning
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| Listen my mission
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| Make money
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| Make moves
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| Do what I gotta do for my whole crew
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| Some young
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| Some old
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| Some smack dead in the middle of the bullshit sold
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| Let’s take it to the next higher gear
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| Vip money
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| Get money on the next flight
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| It’s going down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clear Light , by - Buckshot. Song from the album BackPack Travels, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп