| Lies in the game, how I entertain
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| The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain
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| Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain
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| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame
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| Supposed to die young cause, I’m in the gang
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| And I can’t change cause, I entertain
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| Can sniff three verses through lines of 'caine
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| You just realized that, I’m insane
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| I’m enraged, engaged in a war with ways
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| They can have me spray shots off the stage
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| If I die like Malcolm will you feel my pain?
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| Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave?
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| If I die like 'Pac, cause I yearn to bang
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| You discredit me, like I never learned a thang
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| If I die like Big would you praise my rhymes?
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| And give me the spot, «Best of All Time»
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| If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride
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| And the beef not stop 'til, hip-hop die
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| Will a nigga who don’t, understand that line
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| Try and damage my safety, in N.Y.
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| Will the rap game embrace me cause I got skill?
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| Or for the lies of that man, will I get killed nigga?
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| I’m just gettin high, gettin high
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| Think of suicide, suicide
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| I’m just gettin high, gettin high
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| Think of suicide, suicide
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| I’m just gettin high, gettin high
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| I think of suicide, suicide
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| Will the crimes of my youth, come back to haunt me?
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| By the time I shoot, will my father want me?
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| When I tour will my girl be-come a whore?
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| And I come back home and can’t fuck her raw
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| If I walked on stage like, «FUCK the law!»
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| Will the hip-hop cops try and kill my squad?
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| Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say?
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| Or push me in the shots, he gon' die anyway
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| Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine?
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| Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed?
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| Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind?
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| Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime?
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| If I kill my bitch like Robert Blake
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| Do I got enough money, to beat the case?
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| If I crash out, right before I end the race
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| And die, 'fore I come out, would you feel my pain?
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| I’m almost to a point, where I can’t be saved
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| My mindstate, at a place, where it can’t be changed
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| Laws got a nigga stuck like he can’t get break
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| But I gotta back up, all the shit I say
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| It’s lies in the game, how I entertain
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| The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain
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| Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain
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| Most rap guys wanna die for the fame
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| I’m just gettin high, gettin high
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| Think of suicide, suicide
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| I’m just gettin high, gettin high
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| Think of suicide, suicide
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| I’m just gettin high, gettin high
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| I think of suicide, suicide |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoughts Of Suicide, artist - Cashis. Album song The County Hound - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп