| Look, I don’t usually entertain fuckery
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| But I don’t know what got this nigga
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| Thinkin' he could fuck with me
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| The homie told me to murder you in a song
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| But that bullshit verse wasn’t worthy of a response
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| Nobody never heard of you, am I wrong?
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| But I got somethin' that’ll certainly give him surgery in my palm
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| Pussy, I’ll do you dirty front of your mom
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| In front of them same dirty niggas that’s all
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| In your video, tell them niggas, watch, get ready
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| I kill 'em in a few minutes, get your watches ready
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| You not hot, if you was you would’ve popped already
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| Wig shot, SIG pop 'til it drop spaghetti
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| Your top confetti, man why I even got this petty?
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| 'Cause I kill people for fun, I’m Ox in Belly
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| To be the best you gotta beat the best, you said it yourself
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| So basically, you admittin' I was better yourself
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| So I ain’t even gotta do it, shit, you deaded yourself
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| Put your neck in the guillotine and be headed yourself
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| Fuck rap, read a book or somethin', better yourself
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| Diss me and you pay homage, you just credit yourself
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| Said he wanted to spar, so I’m settlin' it quick
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| I don’t think this nigga know how deadly it could get
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout a chain or the bezel on my wrist
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| He wanted bars, I’ma show him that there’s levels to this shit
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| You better do your research
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| 'Fore niggas see you in kings city in front of rest in peace t-shirt
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| Nigga this the S.E. |
| Gang, you know how we work
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| Chopper go off, niggas run, check how his feet work
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| This is chess, not checkers, nigga it’s my move
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| But how could I lose? |
| Been killin' niggas since high school
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| Mentionin' my name that ain’t a wise move
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| 'Cause in the booth, I’m a tsunami and a typhoon
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| Puttin' words together, somethin' that I’m better at
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| He wanna get in the ring with me, I Mayweather that
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| You should’ve picked you another lane instead of rap
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| Wish it was you that got killed instead of Black
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| Nigga, I’m the machine, I tried to tell him that
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| Smack with him the back of the shotgun, his head’ll crack
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| You ain’t know this the shit that I like doin'
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| I like chewin' niggas, the shit that I write ruin
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| A nigga career, I’m right here in my white Ewings
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| And you’ll never get you a ring, you like Ewing
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| I seen your video, talkin all that faggot shit
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| Word to West Philly, I’ll give this nigga the (?) clip
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| Chopper make a nigga disappear, that’s the magic stick
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| I’ll snatch the rabbit out his hat like a magic trick
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| For real homie, you ain’t ready for how bad it get
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| I get money and fuck bitches, don’t do the battle shit
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| I hang with the savages that aim at your cabbages
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| And rain (?) somethin' (?), but’ll splatter shit
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| You ain’t in my lane, you a lame and you average
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| Chopper aim at you and them lames that you rappin' with
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| Chase money, I don’t know what you boys do
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| 'Til in my driveway it’s new toys, WOOO, two toys blue
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| You are not a thug, you a schoolboy duke
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| In the club, I do the buckets like ScHoolboy Q, nigga
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| I’m talkin' bottles after bottles, nigga
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| All I got for you is these hollows, nigga
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| And lately I been travelin', (?) nigga
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| In that foreign big boy (?)
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| I got shot, nigga (?) and my (?) done
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| I’m RG3 of the shit, ready for week one
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| If you don’t got a gun, you better keep one
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| Told you I’ma finish you nigga before the week done
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| The Machine, nigga, that’s it, that’s all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Silly Rabbitt , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album 50 Round Drum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп