| Fuck Hi-Power
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| Fuck Old-Town Mafia
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| Weak ass mothafuckers can’t diss
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| Get the fuck out the mic
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| Fake ass fools
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| We like the Yakuza
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| Mobster shit
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| Pass me that street sweeper
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| Fuck these fools
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| Let’s go to trial
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| You got nothing on me
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| Just some gang land murders
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| In the 2−1-3
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| Reputated boss
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| With thee elicit harvish
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| Grizzly executions damn sure I got this
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| FBI’s report on this violent gang
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| Upper real dead snitches empty witness stands
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| It’s a warfare drill
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| And the suspect shot
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| It’s a bloody tale of fucking shots kill one
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| A stabbing death, can’t decrypt my verse
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| The gestapo hit the pad like a violent storm
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| HPS in the house tonight
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| Ese killer drug dealers on that Scarface white
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| Lights off, I navigate between
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| The fucking genocide
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| And the murder regime
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| No detection, I look over my shoulder
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| 2 semi autos and a snub nose burner
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| We like the Yakuza
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| But we ain’t missing no fingers
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| Roll deep on this foo’s
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| Pulling 4 5 trigger’s
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| And gang sweeps
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| They cease guns and drugs
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| We caught double up
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| The narcotic is what
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| We like the Yakuza
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| With big gats and tats
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| The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats
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| We get e’m back
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| We blowing chronic sacks
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| At the spot where we gather
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| From them criminal acts
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| Gun fight erupts
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| Two pigs get snuff
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| LAPD’s and the FED’s Agencies clicked up
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| It sound like new years homie
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| At twelve O’clock midnight
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| In a silver Marcede’s
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| We fled into the night
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| Harpy’s mafia, under thee umbrella of terror
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| Ese ruthless Gunman
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| Shower suckers with bullets
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| Affiliated, fire bombs get hirtled
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| This the chicos and dukes
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| They whole g’s get murdered
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| Get smoked, like a boy scout leader
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| Smoke his bitch ass quick
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| Before he stretch for the heater
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| Hollow points, I’m here to take that pain
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| With a morphine trip
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| For my doped up frame
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| It ain’t a game, it’s the face of death
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| Street gang killers, from the craziest place
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| LA County
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| Thee obileague of crime
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| Got a job at 13
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| I got rock’s on the line
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| We like the Yakuza
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| But we ain’t missing no fingers
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| Roll deep on this foo’s
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| Pulling 4 5 trigger’s
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| And gang sweeps
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| They cease guns and drugs
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| We caught double up
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| The narcotic is what
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| We like the Yakuza
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| With big gats and tats
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| The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats
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| We get e’m back
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| We blowing chronic sacks
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| At the spot where we gather
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| From them criminal acts
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| Fox 11 news got you scared again
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| Cus the threats against your life
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| Went public again
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| Fucker sit down
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| You get sprayed and clowned
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| By a homicide wing
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| If you are out West bound
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| Then trickers slings
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| In the streets of violence
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| Tried to take mine
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| You ain’t knowing my silence
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| Got something for that sneak attack
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| And the choppers overhead can’t find the pad
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| Iministration the caine
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| Straight bullets they hover
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| You stupid mothafuckers ain’t no running for cover
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| Cause tons of blow into the country it volts
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| We unload the cargos start flooding them zones
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| Cruise hard, ain’t no remorse
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| Got so much shit, we overdose at the source
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| Foo’s dashed
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| Cus they thought they shot me
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| Last man standing
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| They need a nuke to drop me
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| We like the Yakuza
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| But we ain’t missing no fingers
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| Roll deep on this foo’s
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| Pulling 4 5 trigger’s
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| And gang sweeps
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| They cease guns and drugs
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| We caught double up
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| The narcotic is what
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| We like the Yakuza
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| With big gats and tats
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| The Cali drive-bys on informants and rats
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| We get e’m back
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| We blowing chronic sacks
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| At the spot where we gather
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| From them criminal acts |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Like The Yakuza , by - Conejo. Song from the album Revenge Served Cold, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп