| I play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen
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| Cause pussy is the best next thing besides women
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| All the position ive been in couldn’t explain how I’m living
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| My vision my intuition has risen
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| Here take a listen I’m hitting
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| Up to bat with precision
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| Sealing bags in the kitchen
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| Slinging crack to these pigeons
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| For the fact that I’m driven
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| My linebackers is missing
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| Send you back and good rides
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| Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden
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| Keep my gun hidden niggaz is bitches signing petitions
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| And they providing convictions
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| See I survive through the system under the livest conditions
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| My riders ride on a mission for snitching
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| You get your back blown right out of commission
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| Youll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes
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| Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses
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| Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors
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| Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents
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| The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures
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| We click on religious niggaz for acting too superstitious
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| Move cause the group is viscous
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| Shoot if you want your wishes to blow
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| See trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches
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| My design is already made
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| So young an so strong
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| And just waiting to be saved
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| My lifes no longer in the hands of district attorneys or envious niggaz
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| Who thirsty cause I’m OT with prince with thirty moving like magic
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| But niggaz ain’t worthy like Michael cooper when I shoot I aim sturdy
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| Mother maiden mother fuck em Rhymes so dope I hope I make it through customs
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| We can take it to the streets like a game at the rucker
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| They claim they love us but all that changes
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| When you on and they fucked up dog ain’t no flaws in a hustla
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| I ain’t no longer in state greens and chuckers
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| Waiting for the beach port and the breaks streets oughta relate
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| I see it all in your face the window to your soul ain’t tinted
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| You wanna see me falling from grace
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| No way nigga I’m stretching my weight like cocaine dealers
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| What they gonna say now the flow way iller
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| If dough change things I’m no longer the same
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| But what I became does not conflict with from where I cam
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| I was dealing with caine like cold chilla back when lyricist rained
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| And dope was killing em, any mc who think they ill as me or real as me should chill I mean that’s your opinion
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| But my raps is relentless like a mac with an infra
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| And I’m back with a vengeance, like Sprewell smashing the Knicks
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| after they shipped him despite the fans resistance
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| Big and 'Pac is up top so the nicest man living is right here
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| Its quite clear like diamonds that glisten
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| — repeat to end |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tony/Montana , by - Cormega. Song from the album Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп