| That’s exactly what it is, huh
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| Killa, uh
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| Uh, cars, I keep on copping 'em, hearts, I keep on breaking 'em
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| Ma, it’s no mistaking him (he gets dough)
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| They like when Gucci touch me, love when Louie hug me
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| Yep, it’s truly ugly (that's fo' sho)
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| Go drink ya haterade, crib is like Flavor Flav’s
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| Girls in flavors, babe (he got hoes)
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| Uh, couch is Gator, Gator, in the tank Calamari
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| Carpet made of Fox, my living room’s a wild safari
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| Elevator for the cars, where you sit yours?
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| Park the 6 on the 6th floor (he is fly)
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| Get your assailants on me
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| Come on dog, the Feds got surveillance on me (that's no lie)
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| Yep, dibble, dab, it’s just a riddle, laugh
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| You selling nickel bags (to get by)
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| I keep a pistol bag, in the kitchen
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| Bathroom, bedroom, call my house the missile pad, uh
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| (Easier said then done) Killa
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| A lot of dudes talking 'bout they don’t care about jail
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| That (?), I tell 'em
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| (It's easier said then done)
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| You ain’t been down on hund', Center Street to that DA’s office
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| Have you, huh?
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| (It's easier said then done)
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| Or niggas talking 'bout, «Yo, shoot me dog, I’m real»
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| Know what I tell 'em
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| (It's easier said then done)
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| Know about that six hour surgery, two years worth of therapy
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| Two paralyzed fingers, knahmean?!
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| Killa, uh, uh
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| So what I made a million, I’m chilling, a straight civilian
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| I know on the plate is killing
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| But I’m here to save the children
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| I’m a hypocrite, every day I play the building
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| Where the hero? |
| But this hero, play the villain
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| That’s the way I’m feeling, had to replace the ceilings
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| Landscape, and I swear
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| Got my neighbors grilling
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| So I cop some acres, God, to the top you take us
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| He know we not some fakers
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| Every day the cops come chase us
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| Not what they make us, we the minority
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| Wanna be the majority, skybox, watch the Lakers
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| So I could ball like Lucille
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| In the mall, I’m too real (he is real)
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| And I don’t care at all how you feel
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| I’ll fall if you squeal (they will squeal)
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| And ya bank account it’s on Slim Fast
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| Drink down ya slim ass, up in a M-Class, Killa
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| (Easier said then done)
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| I know a lot of y’all scheming on me out there
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| One thing’s for sure, two things for certain
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| (It's easier said then done)
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| Fuck around, get ya cap clapped backwards
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| Better all wait to Friday to fry fish, nigga
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| (It's easier said then done)
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| Then y’all niggas talking 'bout y’all getting money, man
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| Y’all don’t know about hustling
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| (It's easier said then done)
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| Her-on's like the stock exchange, nigga
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| Price go up, price go down
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| Nigga could sell you all paper, what’s really good |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Easier Said , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album 1st Of The Month: Box Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп