| Hot town, summer in the city
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| Back of my neck gettin dirty and gritty
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| I’ve been down, isn’t it a pity?
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| Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
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| All around, people lookin half dead
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| Walkin on the sidewalk, hotter than a match headdddd
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| I’m gangsta, yep, you can never play me
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| Got the goons with me, not a Army, we a Navy
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| I’m gangsta, yep, you can never play me
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| Terrorizin suckers on the internet daily
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| I’m gangsta, yep, you can never play me
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| Log on to the 'net and I’m a be online waitin
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| I’m gangsta, so gangsta
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| I don’t give a damn about these rappers, they don’t pay me
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| Let me set him straight
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| You say one more word Chamillionaire, I swear to God (God)
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| I’m a click this mouse pad at your career so damn hard (hard)
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| I’m a type this keyboard 'til you admit that you a fraud
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| I would post my address but I ain’t tryin to catch a charge (nah)
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| You respond to me on Twitter, I’ll let you know what it is (boy)
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| I don’t want you to follow me 'cause you’ll be all up in my biz (yeah)
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| I don’t follow nobody that put up stuff this isn’t his
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| I’m a steal one of them candy cars and drive it off a bridge, 'cause you weird
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| (weird)
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| Always kickin knowledge like you smart (smart)
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| Your Twitter questions really just require too much thought (huh?)
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| You always tryin to brag about a purchase you just bought
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| I’m a disguise my screen name, so ain’t no way I’m gon' get caught
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| When I hack into your life, you can’t be snitchin at all
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| Naw, I’ll probably chill, 'cause you’ll probably call the laws
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| If you ever went to jail, they’ll probably get up in your drawers
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| I don’t want to look like I’m gay, so everyday I say «pause»
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| Nah, you don’t want no problems boy
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| I had a 100,000 views on WorldStar before
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| I should probably pull my weapon out on camera more
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| Ain’t a sucker on the internet I can’t destroy
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| 'Cause I’ll kill you, aiyyo, aiyyo, If you ever play me
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| Ask around my borough they gonna tell you that I’m crazy
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| I’ll kill you, son if you ever play me
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| I got a TEC-9, a sawed-off and a .380
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| I’ll kill you, you don’t even entertain me
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| wouldn’t listen to your newest CD if you paid me, son
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| I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you
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| You know where I’m at, I’m in the hood, just page me
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| Aiyyo, my man’s on sohh.com, some people call him «Wreckless"(what up son?)
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| And even he’ll admit that southern music ain’t the freshest
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| so I’m a put some bullets in every rapper that’s from Texas
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| Word to God son, I see you, I’m a come up on that necklace
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| Knock that Texas hat off, I hope you Twit pic that
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| when I make my way to Texas dunn, you will get jacked
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| 'control', 'Shift', tap, tap, 'cause you whack, get smacked
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| «F-U-K YOU!"in all caps, take that
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| 'Cause nah you ain’t right, you don’t spit that Black Thought (thought)
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| You ain’t on my rap radar, you don’t spit that real talk
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| And I tell you that you soft 'cause you ain’t from New York
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| I put hollow points in every single vehicle you park
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| Ain’t no questionin my thuggin, «L-M-A-O!»
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| I’m the most thugged out person that I know
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| No wonder Texas screwed up, you dudes too slow
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| And I’m a hit a million posts if I get two more
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| So I know, I’m doin somethin productive with my life
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| Which internet chat room will I be clubbin in tonight?
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| I’m thuggin on thisis50, I’m live thuggin on Skype
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| Allhiphop.com, I’m thuggin it as I type, aight?
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| I dare you, highly unlikely
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| For you to leave the house or even put on your Nikes
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| I dare you, highly Unlikely
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| That you will come and see me, you will probably just write me
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| I dare you, highly Unlikely
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| But if you feelin lucky go ahead and get hype G
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| I dare you, I dare you
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| Nah, I don’t want no problems, I know you can out type me
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| Sincerely apologize to all my internet thugs
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| Just don’t shoot, I don’t wanna die of internet slugs
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| Make a sucker feel tough for what the internet does
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| I know you post your craziness to get an internet buzz
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| I know you tryin to say what’s hot and never been in those clubs
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| I know you hustlin on the 'net and movin internet drugs
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| But ain’t no snitchin 'cause I’m different, I ain’t givin you up
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| But that’s beccccause, (aiyyo, what you say to me son?), you just an internet
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| thug
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| , blaap, blaap, Twitter that
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| Haha, word to mother son |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Internet Thugs Attack , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп