| I got somethin' real heavy to lay on you, man
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| Now that’s what I need
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| Can you dig it? |
| (1, 2)
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| Can you dig it? |
| (Uh)
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| Can you dig it? |
| (1, 2)
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| Talk shit every time I talk
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| To the top-tibbity-tower 'cause I talk serious
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| Top floor, bitch, with a top fleet
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| Feast over niggas with sharp teeth, full-time, get it
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| 'Cause I go and get wild high, rah (Rah)
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| Water drop-drip, see how we slide?
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| Big broad titty they droop, seek the bitch all in the coupe
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| Jealous niggas, you don’t want me to shoot (Drop it off)
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| Bong-bing, bi-dong-bong
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| Think you’re listening to the wrong song? |
| (Bing-bong-pow)
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| Full-time niggas, eh? |
| Who? |
| How?
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| Bang niggas 'til they all go sing, what you gonna do now?
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| We don’t allow foes here now
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| Watch lil' nigga, we about to go sell it
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| Beat niggas down to the ground (Make 'em regret it)
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| And yell it it, we can never do wrong, I sell it
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| Fuck around (Mhm)
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| Wanna play a little game of death? |
| Hold on
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| Take it up, take it up, cool cool?
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| I’ma kick you in your gut and be makin' you wanna doo-doo
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| Take a man into Shangri-La
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| Shorty then became the big strangler
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| Black Maybach Dracula
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| Then everything I do is spectacular (Part 2)
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| God’s sake, strap yourselves down
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| Back, bro, bliggidy-blah, bliggidy-blah (Blah)
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| Blah (Rah), nigga, you fraud, gimme your broad (Broad)
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| Bitch, gimme the keys to cities
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| Let me dig deep, feelin' like Slick Ricky D’s and
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| It’s the god givin' you raw (Raw)
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| Shit got you smashin' your truck, crashin' your car (Car)
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| Aw shit, homie, you see? |
| And, oh, you don’t say? |
| (Don't say)
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| I been killin' this bitch, homie, we don’t play (Don't play)
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| Sinkin' shit down, get on the floor (Floor)
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| Yeah, niggas dig how we dig it down to the core (Core)
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| Earned the right of passage, that’s why I’m givin' you more (More)
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| Pure, bitch, I’m the flyest you ever saw (Saw)
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| Bad bwoy givin' you heat, see it in the street
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| And fuck niggas up, lil' bitch, you think it’s sweet?
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| Confuse niggas, bug on the shit I do to a beat (Beat)
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| And bruise niggas, watch how I cruise niggas to sleep (Sleep)
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| Infuse niggas, watch how they knock it all in they Jeep (Jeep)
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| A few paparazzi won’t catch me on when I creep (Creep)
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| I move Kamikaze when paparazzi is deep (Deep)
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| Include kemosabes, you carbon copies is weak (Ayy)
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| While I give you a trick or treat (Treat)
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| You weak motherfuckers, I got you under my feet (Feet)
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| You sleep on a nigga, that’s when you niggas are weak (Weak)
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| Everything you sow, that’s when niggas know shit is deep (And, and)
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| Break your back and split your spleen
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| Bunch of angry police officers when they step on the scene
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| They get even more angry when I be countin' this cream
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| 'Til I got these niggas shoutin', the way I’m out in the steam (Steam) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strap Yourself Down , by - Busta Rhymes. Song from the album Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп