| C4 ??? |
| ???, eat meat raw, street dawgs, rip these off
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| And put C’s on, had to ease off
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| From a show I just peed on
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| Bought a two-seater that I put 10G's on
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| Beat her cause she took my mother fuckin ring off
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| She took me to Supreme Court, and the judge got screamed on
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| They sent me up North, to a prison with a ???
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| All day long, lift weights we ??? |
| ???
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| Meet King-Kong, Big Don, and Little Shawn
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| Murda One got big arms, he real strong
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| Beat his own mom cause she stole from the weed farm
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| Word on the streets, raw
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| Don’t beef with Armstrong
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| Wrong season Lou crush anything he breathes on
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| Pass me the paper and pen, and put beats on
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| Rip rap songs, put down pads with facts from
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| From ArchivesMusic.com and that’s a rap, son
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| You mess with my horse, you dead as a corpse
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| Forget it, rhymes without ending
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| With infinite lyrics, fools you do get abused like broads
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| In a battle for truth with rhymes and metaphors
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| When my horse appears, count your prayers
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| Stab you in the ear, then pull out the spear
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| Watch the crowd cheer
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| Leave the floor wet with all the blood stains
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| So the audience knows the Canibus runs things
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| I rip down stages on many occasions
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| Dozen of broken down mics and melted tape decks
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| Everywhere I go, niggas wanna rob me
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| Bootleggers be in the front row trynaget a clear copy
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| So take caution 'cause I’m a horseman
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| And I’ll snatch that ass up quick like «turn it off man»
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| So just acknowledge, the way that I’m gifted
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| Cause if rap was a felony, I’d be in prison
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| Hogging up the phone, cussin' at the C. O's
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| 25 to life, with no parole
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| And battling me, you must be feelin' yourself
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| I rip the Jacker so hard, he might kill himself
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| Like his name was Todd or James, back in the dark days
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| It’s like a pit bull getting bit by a Shar-Pei
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| I defend my horse, my men, my friends
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| My baby’s momma and my offspring so bring it on then
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| So I can show you how I devour
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| Niggas like a rottweiler with acidic saliva
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| Step ya shit up nigga, the Ripper’s much iller
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| 'Cause when I write rhymes, I use the mind to pick the pen up
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| Most artists are garbage, no skills
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| They belong in a landfill, nobody feels
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| It when the grab the mic and start bragging about their massive ice
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| I can’t eat MCs cause I lost my appetite
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| I’m a beast, you a midget with wack lyrics
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| Like Dr. Evil said (quiet, shut up, zip it)
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| I reign superior, my metaphors are scarier
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| Non-ill rappers, you better evacuate
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| Before I exfoliate your face
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| With abrasive phrases to give your face a face-lift
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| Germainespit insane shit
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| So stop hating if you can’t applaud me and give rap music the glory
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| 'C' - True Hollywood Story |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R U Lyrically Fit? , by - Canibus. Song from the album "c" True Hollywood Stories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп