| Yo you ready for real shit? |
| Pull your guns off the shelf
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| Bitches fuck rubbing your titties and finger yourself
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| The uncanny Don Juan DeMarco Ricky Ricardo
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| Strapped with extra arsenals, you know the motto
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| I put the metal right in front of your face
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| And let that motherfucker loose until the shit disintegrates
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| Ain’t never seen a nigga who can rhyme like me
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| Grip the nine like me and split your spine like me
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| Certified expertise with these rhyming degrees
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| I got a violent disease that make me eager to squeeze
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| My applause is a gun clap (whatt?) shouldn’t have done that
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| Celph Titled hold back? |
| Nah son fuck that
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| I’m the top of New York the God spectacle
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| Highly respectable, your shit is unacceptable
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| Go back to the lab and try to prevail
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| You couldn’t be on point if you slept on nails
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| And that’s my word duke you can take it for granted
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| I own the whole universe and that includes this planet
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| Go against me you might as well be battling God
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| You get treated like Christ up in a Pagan synagogue
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| Yo it ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught (say what?)
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| It ain’t a rhyme if you don’t use thought (and uh)
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| It ain’t my joint if this shit is not hot (hey yo)
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| It ain’t your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight)
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| It ain’t your business if you not in command (true that)
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| It ain’t your bitch if she with another man (okay)
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| It ain’t real if you can’t find the truth (no doubt)
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| It ain’t it ain’t a thing I can’t do
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| Who the fuck said Celph Titled couldn’t even rhyme right?
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| My repertoire shine bright, show you with a nine light
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| Let the bullets rip you up, choke a nigga spitting up
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| You never getting up, all your vitals organs splitted up
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| I’m on some gun shit, crazy dumb shit
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| Got sixteen round clips for all them fuckers that you run with
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| A lot of cats think I’m soft in this game
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| I got the force and the fame, I put the boss in my name
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| You’ll get lost in the flames trying to fuck with my clique
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| I put a gun in your lip, I just got tons of this shit
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| Even the Devil would be cringing at the shit I’m endorsing
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| Disrespect me and get your life expectancy shortened
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| Give a fuck about advance rapping trying to be innovative
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| I’d rather rhyme about the different guns that I can spray you with
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| I’m narrow-minded and I got a cannon with a kick behind it
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| And when it let’s loose it’ll leave you open-minded
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| Probably take a microscope to count your loot
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| I stack chips more than Intel could possibly compute
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| Weighed myself on a triple-beam cause I’m so dope
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| Pick up your wifie on the low and stick my dick down her throat
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| Yo it ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught (say what?)
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| It ain’t a rhyme if you don’t use thought (and uh)
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| It ain’t my joint if this shit is not hot (hey yo)
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| It ain’t your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight)
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| It ain’t your business if you not in command (true that)
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| It ain’t your bitch if she with another man (okay)
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| It ain’t real if you can’t find the truth (no doubt)
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| It ain’t it ain’t a thing I can’t do
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| Yo my crew is full of I’ll cats, real kids who peel caps
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| Put a machete to your nuts, nigga you feel that?
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| I’m raw to the core and stay Vietnam-like
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| I’ll be fifty and fucking bitches on Prom Night
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| Underground cat you probably heard me on some twelve inches
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| Broadcasting live via satellite from Hell’s trenches
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| Nice on the tracks and I’m nice with the rhymes
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| You know the Celph Titled legacy be top of the line
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| In my promo there’s more play than porno flicks in slo-mo
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| Superstar status whether collabo or solo
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| I do an encore and just be spitting some more
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| I’m the type of cat to fuck a bitch and call her a whore
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| I’m on some real trife shit, you know you heard me on the Smackdown
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| Knocking niggas out, they never made it to the last round
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| My man rock well released the Glock shells
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| Pull out the heat and put it in your mouth like
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| I only fuck up when your bitch is on top of me
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| I hold monopolies and kill rappers for hobbies
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| Yo I ain’t a thug but I could kill one
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| And I can rhyme until the dusk or dawn or wait until the reel’s done
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| Yo it ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught (say what?)
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| It ain’t a rhyme if you don’t use thought (and uh)
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| It ain’t my joint if this shit is not hot (hey yo)
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| It ain’t your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight)
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| It ain’t your business if you not in command (true that)
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| It ain’t your bitch if she with another man (okay)
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| It ain’t real if you can’t find the truth (no doubt)
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| It ain’t it ain’t a thing I can’t do |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Ain't, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп