| Yo, yo
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| Remember me? |
| Chino like the prison
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| I jism religion on niggas that think I’m bullshittin
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| Considering my position my opposition
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| Gave me lots of vision
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| In pots I’m pissing
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| Still niggas try to make me missing
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| I christen the dead
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| Run with killers that sick in the head
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| Unless you missing what’s said
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| Start nailing and pissing in bed
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| I pistol the Feds
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| Slap cop top notch
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| The only thing you’ll outline in chalk’s a game of hopscotch what
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| I spit my shit like a flame thrower
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| The frame blower
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| King with the brain exploder
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| Inside the Range Rover
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| Load the six-stain holder
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| Lay you and your dame over
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| Banging your main soldier
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| 'Till my aim strain my shoulder
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| My rap game solar
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| The platinum chain polar
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| You flip a change cobra
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| I’m a hit your Vien Motor
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| One hundred and twenty five grange we arrange the rover
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| Nigga trade ya rover for the redrum stains you sober
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| (Chorus: Kool G. Rap
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| We could’ve came from out the bushes layed you flat where you live but…
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| Word up
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| We could’ve ran up in your house and put the gun to your kids but…
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| Seen you walking out the bank and stick the gat to your ribs
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| Yeah, we could’ve flipped the rubber grip handled and handled our biz but…
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| We allowed you cowards to live!
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| Yo, don’t fight the heist if you treasure your life
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| Cus my trife is measured in nights
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| Put your wife at the edge of my knife
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| And it’ll be my pleasure to slice
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| The bitch will be forever with Christ
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| Get hit twice with this real nice
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| Berretta device
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| Nickel plates to your North Face
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| Put feathers in flight
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| Let my lead strike and sever your life
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| Leaving you red and wet in the night
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| Head bite from infrared sight
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| Cock back, squeeze and let it ignite
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| Placing your body where the bedbugs bite
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| Baby you thug right?
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| A slug might, open your mug like
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| I’m checking your blood type
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| The drug life
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| We hop on a Rolls
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| Shopping for clothes
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| Rocking our foes
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| Put you in a coffin with the top of it closed
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| You know, put a fucking Glock to your nose
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| Run up in your spot for the O’s and blow
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| Shove cock in your ho
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| You 'bout to blow
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| Nothing stopping the doe
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| Most popular flow
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| Like iceberg at the top of the globe
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| (Chorus: Chino XL
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| I ain’t made a record in three years and that’s why you rich
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| Yo, I could’ve kidnapped your babies left ransom notes on their beds but I…
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| Yo, you’d be holding your breath forever tongue kissing your fist cus we…
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| Yo, It’s Kool G. Rap, Chino XL son you know who this is…
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| We allowed you cowards to live
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| Yo, I feel like the future literally
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| Cus it’s never been proven if any man alive is capable of seeing me
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| I’m he that walks the earth in infamy
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| XL shitting on niggas like Kool G. Rap did all the cats in the First Symphony
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| That’s all you’ll get from me
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| Do all it separately cus the best MC’s
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| Always float to the top unlike the son of John F. Kennedy
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| Chi forever be on Jersey live shit
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| Battle? |
| You won’t survive it
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| Tommy Motolla wish he could trade lives with
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| I’m weak? |
| How you figure yo? |
| Blow Deniro like oregano
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| Da da da da da! |
| Watch me change to super-nigga-ro!
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| I’m innovational, mind unobtainable
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| Merciful vocal verbal versatile
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| Killing these niggas recreational
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| Universally disperse the curse verse controversial
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| Illest on earth so
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| Out of this world like captain Kirk’s ho
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| Get Patty Hearst doe
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| Commit you to the dirt slow
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| Even worse thou
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| High yellow Chino leave you needing what a nurse know
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| Cipher with me, you getting hurt yo
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| Friend or foe
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| Catch a L in the circle like a fucking Lexus logo
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| We could’ve ran up in your house and put the gun to your kids but…
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| You be holding your breath forever tongue kissing the fish but…
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| Yeah, we could’ve flipped the rubber grip handles and handled our biz but…
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| Yo, It’s Kool G. Rap and Chino XL son you know who this is…
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| Knock em out the box G, knock em out Chi
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| Let em live son
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| Knock em out the box G, knock em out Chi
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| Let em live son
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| Knock em out the box G, knock em out Chi
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| Knock em out the box G, knock em out Chi
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| Knock em out the box, knock em out yo
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| Let em live son
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| Cowards live…
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| Ha ha
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| We allowed these cowards to live |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let 'em Live (feat. Kool G Rap) , by - Chino XL. Song from the album I Told You So, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп