| I’m tired of tellin' these niggas I’m comin'
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| Busta Rhymes bitch, Flipmode bitch
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| Some nigga sniped on my roof at buildings, it’s silly
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| So many big guns when they pull out a dock in a city
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| She don’t wanna fuck around, it don’t make sense tryin'
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| It’s like fightin' someone who believes there’s rewards in dyin'
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| Nigga look like he a little can’t front like he hard
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| Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God
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| Nigga front, I’ll let the bullets stray and split up your arm
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| With so many shots that’ll follow, shit could ruin a farm
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| When i see the police come I stash my own gat
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| Before i have to do it, you should trash your own rap
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| Hang 'em til' they’re drip dry, harness 'em up
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| And let they bitches give me dick jobs 'n polish me up
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| Why act tough? |
| you don’t have the ability, son
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| I take your shine like a bitch i took virginity from
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| You da type that regularly deal with supidity, done
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| That make me grab utility belt for utility gun
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| Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode/Aftermath Bitch
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| Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
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| My niggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random
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| I’ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run
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| I’ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run
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| I’ma mash on niggas til they sick of me, run
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| When it come to reppin' tha block I’m the epitome *Rewind*
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| Come and see the way niggas conspire, try to get rid of me from
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| Up outta the game, can’t be serious, you kiddin' me, won
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| Die slow and ask your man
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| It wasn’t meant, but you shoulda never said shit to me, money
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| Once the homocide detective get to chalkin' around
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| And leave the witnesses fucked up or shot talkin' about it
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| Bus-a-Bus, Flipmode/Aftermath Bitch
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| Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
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| My niggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random
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| Aftermath/Flipmode faggot, you know how we do
|
| My niggas be happy with guns, they be poppin' at random
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| Some nigga sniped on my roof at buildings, it’s silly
|
| So many big guns when they pull out a dock in a city
|
| She don’t wanna fuck around, it don’t make sense tryin'
|
| It’s like fightin' someone who believeS there’s rewards in dyin'
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| Nigga look like he a little, can’t front like he hard
|
| Actin' tough like he Lil Ze from City of God
|
| Nigga front, I’ll let the bullets stray and split up your arm
|
| With so many shots that’ll follow, shit could ruin a farm
|
| When i see the police come I stash my own gat
|
| Before i have to do it, you should trash your own rap
|
| Hang 'em til' they’re drip dry, harness 'em up
|
| And let they bitches give me dick jobs 'n polish me up
|
| Why act tough? |
| you don’t have the ability, son
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| I take your shine like a bitch i took virginity from
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| You da type that regularly deal with supidity, done
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| That make me grab utility belt for utility gun |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look Who , by - Clinton Sparks. Song from the album The Vault Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп