| They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
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| Well I’mma fuck Meek daughter
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| Marry her than kill Meek’s father
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| Once his ass die and she inherit the shit
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| Man I’mma cock back the heat and straight bury this bitch
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| Bun B, carnivore, a predator
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| Wanna war get your metal up
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| I’m the victor, niggas settle up
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| Next up, bring me another competitor
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| Set him up and I’mma shut it down, bet it up
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| Straight fact, cock the eight back and wet him up
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| Shit feels so good I just might get a nut
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| No homo
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| Kill his ass for free and call it promo
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| Yo ass I’mma do you for the low low
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| Pull out the fo-fo
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| The bullet flies so fast
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| But when it hits yo' ass, you gon' die so slow
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| It’ll seem like an eternity, but it was a flash
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| And then it was over and that was your ass
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| We them, bad things that go bump in the night
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| And we them, boogiemen that have you jumping with fright
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| So when we come out of the shadows and black your eye
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| You better, cross your heart and hope to die
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| Cause you can
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| Talk the talk, but tell no lie
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| And you can walk the walk, just walk on by
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| Cause we are killers by nature and that’s no lie
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| You better, cross your heart and hope to die
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| This is the crown jewel of my symphony of an animal
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| I jump out the shadows and ravel when God is mad at you
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| I promise you, my imbalance is chemical
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| You know how many prescriptions get ran through like Karen Steffans genitals
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| Anticipating your death
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| The left side of my brain ain’t thinking right
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| And in the right side there is nothing left
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| Last breath struggle
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| I think outside the box to put you inside of a box like a crossword puzzle
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| .380 with the muzzle
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| Be afraid like I’m Haiti trouble
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| Never half hustle, shoot Russel in the calf muscle
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| I’m the reason for your homies disappearances
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| But keep that off the record like songs with no sample clearances
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| All that fearless shit perishes when I’m striking
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| These niggas is so over the hill it’s like they hiking
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| Hide your baby’s mama
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| You don’t want no drama
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| Chino got more Llamas than a middle eastern farmer
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| Damage yukata, leaving your body eviscerated
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| Committed acts ungodly, worser than you anticipated
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| No take no prisoners, nigga we just don’t want 'em
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| We murder every soldier that they send until they stop coming
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| We them, bad things that go bump in the night
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| And we them, boogiemen that have you jumping with fright
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| So when we come out of the shadows and black your eye
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| You better, cross your heart and hope to die
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| Cause you can
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| Talk the talk, but tell no lie
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| And you can walk the walk, just walk on by
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| Cause we are killers by nature and that’s no lie
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| You better, cross your heart and hope to die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Xross Your Heart , by - Chino XL. Song from the album RICANstruction: The Black Rosary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп