| Yeah
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| It’s Ca$his, I’m comin, uhh
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| Shady Records niggas, GO!
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| Walkin, with a semi cocked, flip down any block
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| Get cash, plenty guap, talk hard gettin shot
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| Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got
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| Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped
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| Picture me pistol-free, «Look at me, look at me»
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| And realizing none of y’all is hood as me
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| That’s on e’rythang, take six to your frame
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| Your son caught in strays, he gon' die any day
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| Try and act brave, tell the law my name
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| I bet your family won’t live to see another day
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| There is no other way, you hearin what I say
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| I got paper now, I can fight the case
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| I’m walkin through this concrete jungle
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| Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of «Fuck you!»
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| Nigga you ain’t been where I’m from fool
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| The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule
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| Walkin through this concrete jungle
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| Plenty niggas here, ready to mug you, attitude of «Fuck you!»
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| Nigga you ain’t been where I’m from fool
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| The lames over here, will dump too, we live by gun rule
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| Like Iraq, C-4 in backpacks
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| You can pull straps but you can’t match that
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| Thought you was lord of shit bitch, why you let him snitch?
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| Put the gun in your hand, now we can settle it
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| Put it up, to his head, I can’t do it for ya
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| You, be the trigger man, kill your own brother
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| See, how it feels when he drops, and he bleeds
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| I handed you heat, it was your op-tion to squeeze
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| Drop, to your knees, look at me, and believe
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| There’s only one way to get out of this thing
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| Barrel aimed at your face, cock back, fire straight
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| Now at least neither one of us’ll catch a murder case
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| Flyin down the 5, flicked out, gettin high
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| Jump off on Lincoln, roll through, Anaheim
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| Rush, of a homicide, races, through my mind
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| Not commit, any crime anywhere, anytime
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| Stick, niggas for they shine, yeah, you been on the grind
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| Yeah, take your jewelry off and pass it to me, it’s mine
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| Cohort, me and my cohorts on codeine
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| Conspire and rioting, robbin niggas for more cream
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| Step on work, eighth by eighth
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| Six points off a quarter nigga, stretch that cake
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| I ain’t chillin on the corner, you fall in your order
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| For eightballs and nope, I ain’t holdin nothin short, yeah
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| We live by gun rule!
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| Shady Records nigga
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| I’m ridin through to Annis
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| With my forks up folk, G’s up! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gun Rule , by - Cashis. Song from the album The County Hound - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп