| And god said let there be Celph Titled
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| 45 King drop the beat on them
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| Fuck all that shit you talkin'
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| Not now but right now
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| NYC, Tampa Bay, whole universe
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| Yo the Don Juan klepto destructo
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| Out for the gusto
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| Celph Titled let the guns blow
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| Call yourself a thug I don’t think so
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| Put the heavy metal to your torso and yell out «Bingo!»
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| I’m on some sick shit with a cannibal’s thought
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| Skeletons in my closet with no secrets to hide
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| I’ll pull out the biscuit and hold it by the barrel
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| And beat you senseless 'til I expose your bone marrow
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| Maximum blaze frequency cause your skin to boil
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| The only way you’d have a hit record is if I smacked it for you
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| Uncanny lung compartments from the God body department
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| With microphone enlargements
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| Directly from the Chrome Depot
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| The gun nursery
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| Bring nooses to the court house and have a hung jury
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| I’m dumb nice, fatal with one slice
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| Caribbean rum spice, the vampire and sunlight
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| Medallion
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| The ice real icon
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| I bet you wet the bed if you don’t sleep with lights on
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| You mad pussy, like when Lil' Kim gets agitated
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| You had a chance to pull the trigger and you hesitated
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| Yo who the fuck want it?
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| (Not now but right now)
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| If you got it better flaunt it
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| (Not now but right now)
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| If I see it I’mma pawn it
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| All my nigga’s gonna wile out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Got a problem pull your nine out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Don’t know? |
| Better find out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Need some advice?
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| Here’s a hollow tip
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| I make you give fellatio to the chrome and fuckin' swallow it
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| I roll with cats that’ll rob you clean, all or nothin'
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| Dig up your grave if we thought we forgot something
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| Fuck hip hop I’m just an MC which stands for
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| Motherfuckin' coroner what you think my hands are for?
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| You fantasize about exotic women while I’m fuckin' one
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| I’m really threatenin' enough to make a paraplegic get up and run
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| What you gonna do with that? |
| Nothin'
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| Better put the tool away before I cut your head off cum muffin
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| Bitches be like, «Where the fuck this nigga come from?»
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| I’ve been on the low with all my dons makin' love songs
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| Shatter your jaw to pieces
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| Now you speak in broken English
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| You defeat me and make history
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| I charge one hundred G’s a track, my shit thump
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| Better pay me upfront or you won’t be here next month
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| You wouldn’t fuck with me if you were invincible
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| Think your shit is hot, but it’s deaf as in unlistenable
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| Always keep the clip loaded so I can buck things
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| Niggas act platinum but flash small bills like ducklings
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| You spent doe on these bitches while I hustle women
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| These rappers couldn’t get a deal if they was Russell Simmons
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| I hold it down for my Floridians
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| Rep the New York City and
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| Step close get blown in to oblivion
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| Yo who the fuck want it?
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| (Not now but right now)
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| If you got it better flaunt it
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| (Not now but right now)
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| If I see it I’mma pawn it
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| All my nigga’s gonna wile out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Got a problem pull your nine out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Don’t know? |
| Better find out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Yo when I step in to the place every single bitches jaw drops
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| Settle my own disagreements while you call cops
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| There ain’t no contest here, it’s just a bunch of flukes
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| You find me landin' of your roof with a parachute
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| Neatly arrange the corpses and set a deadline
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| Fuck my last words, one hundred years ago I said mine
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| Eloquently put I’m ill, so peep the sequel
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| In the Celph Titled Bible, every man’s cremated equal
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| Speak of the Devil red
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| I beat the Reaper with a shovel head
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| And said, «You not on my level yet.»
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| Respect me it’s mutual but cross me it’s funeral
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| I take what’s suitable but after that it’s non recoupable
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| I’m raw dawg relentless
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| The only way you could represent the streets
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| Is if you got poured into the cement mix
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| This is all live
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| Motherfuck a DAT tape
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| I stack weight and let the Mac spray until your back break
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| Niggas talk shit but in my face plead the fifth
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| Turn into faggot motherfuckers when I clench my first
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| Beyond thee unclassified, I’m not Earth related
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| You couldn’t rip mics if they were perforated
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| Yo who the fuck want it?
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| (Not now but right now)
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| If you got it better flaunt it
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| (Not now but right now)
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| If I see it I’mma pawn it
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| All my nigga’s gonna wile out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Got a problem pull your nine out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| Don’t know? |
| Better find out
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now)
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| (Not now but right now) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Right Now, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп