| Uh, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We’re renegades (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| We’re renegades (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Hit me up, man!
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| Bitch I’m from the, yo' hood ain’t no realer
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| You the pussy ass nigga livin next to the killer
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| I’m the killer that moved out of the block
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| And head back to the hood, when I’m movin my rock
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| You can find me, on a dark road, dark clothes
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| Lle', in the console and God knows I make grip off blow
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| Shit — I could get rich off blows
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| My nation affiation pitch forks I’ve chose
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| What the fuck you gon' do? |
| We bang back hammers
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| I’m a six point star, in a gray bandanna
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| I’d die for this, nigga you rhyme for this
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| Pussy I ride for this, and did time for this
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| That’s why I’m convinced you fear, that I’m convicted
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| Until elevens in soaps, and some gangsta shit man
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| Guess who gorillas leave tats infragments
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| Two shots through your cabbage, and gas from Ca$h
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| Pussy niggas always talkin that shit
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| What you flaggin, who you bangin with? |
| (I don’t give a fuck)
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| You can live in the hood and shit
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| But remember who you bangin with (I don’t give a fuck)
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| Pussy niggas talkin all that shit
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| What you flaggin in your bangin whip? |
| (I don’t give a fuck)
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| You can live in the hood and shit
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| But remember who you bangin with (cause I don’t give a fuck)
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| Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast
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| We’ll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat
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| Niggas scream «Fuck me» he lucky, when I blast it
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| I left respect enough for an open casket
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| Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego
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| Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle
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| Folk of the century, rollin with peoples
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| The omen the sequel, the more they will see you
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| Close kin, molotov close to no skin
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| His momma pretends that she doesn’t know him
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| I’m the reason, for the whole «Say No» slogan
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| Doped in folk and loc’ed if provokin
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| Got a brand new thing, with the scope in
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| Leave your family, with the wake for hostin
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| I’ll collect enough snow, 'til my hands the Aspens
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| I’m the realest nigga 'round here, ask for Ca$his folk
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| Pussy niggas always talkin that shit
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| What you flaggin, who you bangin with? |
| (I don’t give a fuck)
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| You can live in the hood and shit
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| But remember who you bangin with (I don’t give a fuck)
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| Pussy niggas talkin all that shit
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| What you flaggin in your bangin whip? |
| (I don’t give a fuck)
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| You can live in the hood and shit
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| But remember who you bangin with (cause I don’t give a fuck)
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| Loadin the cup folk, loadin it up tote
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| Hang fire up I, choke from the gun smoke
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| That’s on the boss mayn, my Nina Ross came
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| Place gangbangers, into a coffin
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| This is renegades, Rick not really paid
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| Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed
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| Full bricks of raw, nigga that’s really weight
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| While my workers foldin, now that’s really cake
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| Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate
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| I’m a degenerate black bandit, livin ape
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| Niggas dig in they pockets like DJ’s dig in crates
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| If you cuttin my profits, you gon' in to dish some cake
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| Heckler Koch and, glass and vodka
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| I’m the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch
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| Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z
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| Niggas never son me, I was born O.G. |
| fo'
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| Pussy niggas always talkin that shit
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| What you flaggin, who you bangin with? |
| (I don’t give a fuck)
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| You can live in the hood and shit
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| But remember who you bangin with (I don’t give a fuck)
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| Pussy niggas talkin all that shit
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| What you flaggin in your bangin whip? |
| (I don’t give a fuck)
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| You can live in the hood and shit
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| But remember who you bangin with (cause I don’t give a fuck)
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| Ayo Alchemist!
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| Let’s play 'em some of that new Stat Quo shit, man! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talkin' All That , by - Cashis. Song from the album Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп