| Yo, I got you askin' who the fuck would want beef with a strong fleet?
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| Hungry to palm heat? |
| Cause this year we gon' eat
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| And ain’t no motherfucker stoppin' the kingdom
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| Shut the church down
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| Every bell broke cause we ringed 'em
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| Singin' hymns in hell, at the top of my lungs
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| Fuck a rock band, I can play the drums with my guns
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| Ain’t it
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| A bitch when the streets is the wildest sport
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| Sell crack and come up short on child support
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| Take heed, lay low and strap on a vest
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| Run a credit check, I could kill a rapper for less
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| And you saw my rap quote that the Source wrote?
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| It’s so ill that a whore’s throat spittin' shit in Morse Code
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| Your label got dough? |
| You can get a song from me
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| Fill up the limo with cash, I’m talkin' long money
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| After I spit, the mic gets replaced
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| They don’t know whether to call it a sound booth or a fire place
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| And I’m a funny fuck that’ll put twenty slugs
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| Up inside your honey love so she can get her tummy tucked
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| Celph Titled
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| The villain of rap
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| We use a twelve gauge they can’t trace a shotgun blast
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| Niggas is illin'
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| We the real villains
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| What more can you say, we’re shots peelin'
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| That’s what you get (BOOM)
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| You got it? |
| Good
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| And I hope you understood
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| What the fuck?
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| You thought I wasn’t raw?
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| When Gutta talk, vibrations crack the asphalt
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| Pull out the gat and watch the crowd disperse
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| The worst
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| I’m plantin' C-4 on your hearse
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| Comin' suicide and kill you again in Hades
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| Make a pact with Satan, come back and kill ALL your babies
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| You really wanna fuck with that?
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| Put this chainsaw on you
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| Finish splittin' that ass crack
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| Nigga
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| I think you better leave it alone
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| You better listen to Jaheim in case you don’t make it home
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| (Motherfucker)
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| I hope you made love to your wife
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| I’ll get shit on my dick, then blood on my knife
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| Escape conviction, fuck goin' to prison
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| Break in your house and fill your wife’s mouth with jizzm
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| I had an unholy baptism
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| Now I need a young and an old priest to perform the Exorcism
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| I feed off these negative things
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| I take fake thug MCs and make them niggas sing
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| So I’ll play Nas and you play Hova
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| I hope you +Got Yourself A Gun+ before you try to +Takeover+
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| Niggas is illin'
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| We the real villains
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| What more can you say, we’re shots peelin'
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| That’s what you get (BOOM)
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| You got it? |
| Good
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| And I hope you understood
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| This ain’t my universe, see I ain’t from here
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| I’m just makin' a space for all my apes to come here
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| We’re the most feared, that sample that can’t get cleared
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| Stay droppin' science, yours is weird
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| Seize your vessel like Black Beard
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| I’m takin' your ship
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| I’m the coast guard
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| I spotted you from the coast, God
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| The ghetto Picard
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| Not playin' with a full deck of cards
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| If your style don’t work, you’re scarred
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| Prohibit you dicks, from actin' hard
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| Never place bets on the odds
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| Bust nuts at broads
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| The Intrepid, niggas can’t Dodge
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| The lyrical pig, I spit lard
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| I’m like a Blood and a Crip
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| Impossible to fuck with
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| Stick you for your budget
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| Menaged with your mom and chick, they loved it
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| They told me my Bone was Thuggish
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| If you ain’t garbage you rubbish
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| I hit the road with heat, stash the luggage
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| Your bullshit lyrics, I ain’t tryin' to love it
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| You’re on some fake thug shit, y’all ain’t rugged
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| I’m
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| Killin' your style, no remains recovered
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| Niggas is illin'
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| We the real villains
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| What more can you say, we’re shots peelin'
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| That’s what you get (BOOM)
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| You got it? |
| Good
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| And I hope you understood
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| You wanna Get Large? |
| Get charred with your face scarred
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| Looking like a cartoon can of discharge
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| You’ll be bon voyage, better pray to your god
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| When I travel over your body in a Pope Mobile
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| Majik makes you wanna tote that steel
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| You’re so fucking scared I’m like, «What's the deal?!»
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| I’ll shoot your hat off, like saloons in the west
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| Bitch, I’m the captain, harpoon in your chest
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| You fishing for beef?
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| Get your tackle box
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| Sell more records in Europe, than David Hasselhoff
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| Roasting your Britney Spears tassels off
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| I’ll knock a Jewish man’s noggin off and yell «Mazel Tov!»
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| Your skin will peel off while I’m eating rice pilaf
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| Pissing me off? |
| Oh my God you’re soft!
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| And I’m flipping more than Tipper Gore when I’m gettin' raw
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| Rip my shirt off, Skeletor swellin' your whore
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| Niggas is illin'
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| We the real villains
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| What more can you say, we’re shots peelin'
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| That’s what you get (BOOM)
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| You got it? |
| Good
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| And I hope you understood |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Villains, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп