| You hear us coming nigga
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| Fab Five shit, bitch
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| Now don’t get caught up in the numbers
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| No get caught up in it, be
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| Three hundred and sixty-five
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| Times five times live
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| Plus real minus lies
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| You powerless when divided
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| No (x4)
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| No don’t get caught up in it
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| No (x3) be
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| Three hundred and sixty-five
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| Times five times live
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| Plus real minus lies
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| You powerless when divided
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| Lord knows a nigga trying to come up
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| Like helium balloons
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| Blow a hundred, god we trust
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| Numbers, rule, everything, around me
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| Been counting dollar bills
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| Chase cream, I be the king
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| Been having dreams
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| I fell asleep inside the Range
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| Rover with a quarter tank of fuel I’m bumping Hova
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| The Blueprint, track two
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| Contemplating my takeover
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| Break is over
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| 1st day of school my detention on the board
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| Three and a thirteenth of an inch and away from greatness
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| Push my way through all that fake shit
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| Just to run into hatred
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| Amazing, it seems society really could do a number on us
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| Quarter zip to make time still, the daily fixture
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| Another forty ounce of liquor
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| Complete the circle of sickness
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| Fiends flocking to the sixteens
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| Just to channel the friction
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| We do it for clock and digits
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| Picture vivid as a fifty inch plasma
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| Welcome my brethren, Detroit
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| One hundred eighty seven, check it
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| Now don’t get caught up in the numbers
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| No get caught up in it, be
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| Three hundred and sixty-five
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| Times five times live
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| Plus real minus lies
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| You powerless when divided
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| No (x4)
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| No don’t get caught up in it
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| No (x3) be
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| Three hundred and sixty-five
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| Times five times live
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| Plus real minus lies
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| You powerless when divided
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| Dont get caught up in the digits
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| You can elude minimum wage
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| And get paid ten bucks an hour to wash dishes
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| The two dimensional ways of rappers this day and age
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| Provide the glasses so you see in 3-D
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| When we Bubba Ray shit
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| Eighty-eight BPM
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| Four eight balls (?)
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| Thats thirty-two ways to die
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| The verbage of LAZ and them
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| Down for the count
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| Raps throwing twelve inch vinyl
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| Like Kung Lao hats
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| Slicing through two cyphers
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| To find one face to wear like a Shao Khan mask
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| Picking up the other mask and dash, Kabal
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| Run to the pastor, couple of time gaps with a DeLor
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| Hitting the stage one ninety-eight and rock with a yes yall
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| Wouldn’t believe this industry (?) fast
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| Forever what by what by what
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| Two decades (?)
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| (?) is equal to three dates
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| Fuck this intimacy (?)
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| Fuck your TV, we ddt over dd’s like Jake Snake
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| This is my city
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| Three one three seven five that two four eight
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| Now wait wait
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| We bubble quick like Kirk Castile and shake weights
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| After maximum intake of your favorite (?)
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| Ay ay ay
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| We move your fake-tonic plates, take your earthquakes
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| Demolition from Michigan
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| Listen now take a survey
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| Ay ay ay
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| Now don’t get caught up in the numbers
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| No get caught up in it, be
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| Three hundred and sixty-five
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| Times five times live
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| Plus real minus lies
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| You powerless when divided
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| Don’t get caught up in it
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| No (x4)
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| No don’t get caught up in it
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| No (x3) be
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| Three hundred and sixty-five
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| Times five times live
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| Plus real minus lies
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| You powerless when divided
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| Don’t get caught up in it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tha Numbas , by - Clear Soul Forces. Song from the album Fab Five, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп