| Yo, honest living gets no respect
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| Get money on the streets, niggas show your love
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| Fast cars, gold chains, son, doing his thing
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| I’m doing my thing, together we bring
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| That hard street shit, niggas been waiting weeks to get
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| Best of both words, Chinese and Sunnydale
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| Lobster and crystal, the nigga fuck with me
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| Cuz I keep its real, and I’m from the Ville
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| XXL wanna put me on the cover, enemies
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| Undercover, wanna take a nigga under
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| Fuck these niggas talkin' bout how they discovered
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| Mad at ya girl, cuz I ain’t fuck ya
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| Powder blue prada’s, Dona, the don dada
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| It get’s not hotter, top shotters
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| Blocka, I got this whole game in a smash
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| You couldn’t do a song with me, cuz all your shit is trash
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| Look at me now, Mega, I’m trynna ice the crown
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| Blow shots at your crew, when ya’ll actin' wild
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| The streets be us, and dog, you can’t fuck with us
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| Real niggas been shackled on the back of the bus
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| Been blowin' mad niggas, for talkin' like they be tough
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| So please don’t fuck with us, niggas will scuff you up
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| Got the goon squad, postin' up in the rear
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| Ready to start something, pop about two in ya ear
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| You hear? |
| Get it clear, never fuck with the man
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| Cuz if you, talk to the man, you’ll be layin' in sand
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| You hear? |
| Never scared, it’s the block in here
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| 106 and cardin', that’s how we startin' this here
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| Rest in peace, Fly Ty, wish my nigga was here
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| Not in the mental, the physical, standin' right there
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| Talk to me ya’ll, Legal Hustle that’s how we do
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| What, ho.
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| In the street I’m known, for heat I hold
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| My road dogs, Moe Dog and Bebo’s home
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| Niggas be fightin' over sales, while my kilo sold
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| Now I’m a motherfuckin' Legal Hustle, C.E.O
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| I brought the pain, it hurt y’all to see me blow
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| Like the hurricane, you thought it was a game
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| Til the hummer came, you numb like, novacaine
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| Scuff like purple haze, nigga, know your place
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| I don’t wanna blow your brains
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| Will leave dead or like something in a produce lane
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| There’s no use mayne, you know you lame
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| Your re-up is weak, my peeps told you wait
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| You didn’t like the Realness, you know you fake
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| My success got you vexed, that know you hate
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| The fact I’m eatin' like my peoples do in soul food plates
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| Uh, Don P, shit, we go through cases
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| And, we got lawyers, that blow through cases
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| I will walk through your projects with no shoe laces
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| And laugh at them niggas with them broke school faces
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| What, you can’t fuck with my team, the Legal Hustle regime
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| We the fucking machine, nigga, fuckin' with me
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| Get love in the street, cuz we was huggin' to eat
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| Now we chillin', pullin' up in them fleece |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Machine , by - Cormega. Song from the album Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп