| This is when y’all supposed to give up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| This is when y’all supposed to give up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| New clips but Kept the old style Ces the co. |
| file
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| Wreck to blow bile, lick testicles with vegetable smiles
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| Sceptical fans who slept on O’kyle
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| Meanwhile I’m keeping the scene sick giving little bit of middle west promotion
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| Squeeze dick and suck the whole clique
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| With the breast explosion let the whole script
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| Plus the old ship Mexico’s get 'fore the fed get a net to catch the dope in
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| And wreck the whole shit better go get it quick
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| Before it get gone like jet propulsion
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| I’m death provoking, touch the bowls, split
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| Ces with cold flow get an eskimo sick
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| Congested nose drip
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| Perfect to blow
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| Kid’ll be neck to toe ripped (Uh)
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| Left him open (Uh)
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| This is when y’all supposed to tap out
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| Convulsion halved out, so choke and pass out
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| Betting your souls control the cash out
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| Sold your ass out to rolling crap out
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| Kicking you cats off the road to Ras' mouth
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| Forgetting the bling-bling- you drove the man south
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| Harrass me I pull and smash mouth and get rough, sick, duck giving a bit what
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| (what?)
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| This is when y’all supposed to give up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| This is when y’all supposed to give up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| This ain’t for the faint of heart
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| When the ish takes off like a flaming dart
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| Or better yet a missile
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| Take a plane apart
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| To put an end to the game, we arranged the arts
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| State-of-the -art, not quite, we like to light blunts
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| So the track might get mixed down but we’re drunk
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| So here goes out the gate be I straight, see I
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| Don’t wanna lose you get, you pay you lose the bet
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| But couldn’t put thieves' stocks down for two vets
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| So who’s next on the deck to get served
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| With a muzzle for the mutts to puzzle the crosswords
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| You don’t hit a bird with no stones to throw
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| Some then cast the first stones years ago
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| When I act hard like there’s no fear to show
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| When to fact of the matter is they scared to go
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| Toe-to-toe
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| Pound for pound
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| Drowned to get your face down on the ground
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| Around your kin-folk, I bend o' flip in a cynical pen stroke
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| Anybody want to break the bank? |
| It’s been broke
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| And this rope, tied in a noose to hang y’all
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| Get the gas can blaze up the chainsaw
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| X marks the spot where the wretched plane falls
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| Plus bombs to sign a to wreck a crane ball
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| This is when y’all supposed to give up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| This is when y’all supposed to give up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| We heat it up when we hit the stage
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| Ready to meet the red meat figure when the fists are rage
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| That’ll hold the wind up (what)
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| Soul been struck (what)
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| And sold for ten bucks (uh)
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| And golden ten cup
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| And going against us, left the hot beat
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| Stepped in the spot and left you knock-kneed
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| Who’s next to mock me?
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| You’re best to watch mouth
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| Keep your tough teeth-
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| The rest are knocked out
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| You know with a grin to grip the wood frame
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| No shame couldn’t eclipse a good name
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| Or get us to look lame with stacks of rumours
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| You rap your new verse a lot from two words
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| I baffle you herds with rap manoeuvres
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| I turned hands to black and blue burns
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| Clap for cru coming up after you birds
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| Go ask your diggy-dawg if that’s what you heard
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| Murder for everybody on my right till there’s no one left
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| Waitin' for insta fo don’t hold your breath
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| Suppose the death got sorta shallow, but then
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| You wouldn’t really want to hear me spit a riddle again
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| I’m simple and sin, should have been a grade A diss
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| But it isn’t like a fantasy in hay-day bliss |
| So play this shit I don’t give a fuck who’s dancing
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| Back the man in sacrificial lamb skin
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| Go ahead then — pretend we don’t flow
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| Play your radio, blast your J-Lo
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| Hash to burn slow before the wolf’s been
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| Check your sundial bust nuts on Big Ben
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| Crust on your chin while we remain clean
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| So F the bitch cream and plus the mainstream
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| It’s tough to tag team to lust for gangrene
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| I bound my blast on or ray-beams
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| This is when y’all supposed get up
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| But can’t cause y’all stuck, so give another fuck
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| And double the hook up don’t, give up give in now
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| Check the profile and crash the pow wow
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| This is when y’all supposed to get up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| This is when y’all supposed to get up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| This is when y’all supposed to get up
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| Supposed you get buck, we don’t give a fuck
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| Shut up double it up, don’t give a what
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| Give up, give in now, check the profile
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| This is when y’all supposed to get up, supposed to give up
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| Check it Ubiquitous, Godemis, Sorceress |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Give Up , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Capture Enemy Soldiers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп