| Three in the morning when I come for ya
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| Tell your baby mother to take cover under the comforter
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| Leave her a widow, your mother have to comfort her
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| When them big uncomfortable guns are dumping, sir
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| Blood on my sleeve — my first line, «Time to leave»
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| Blood on my watch cause it was your time to bleed
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| When the beef’s right, pick a fresh nine to squeeze
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| Raise the heat to a hundred and ninety nine degrees
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| You dudes too minor league
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| Me, I’m behind the trees
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| Blending in, something like fatigues
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| Jump out like John Rambo, armed with ammo
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| I’m a commando, stay in
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| Squat low when them blammers spit
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| In the craziness, I might blast a bitch
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| I’m no atheist, I’m not blasphemous
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| Pray to God forgive me, they try to blast and miss
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| I know God was with me, but am I hustling backwards
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| Or is it drama is just in love with us rappers?
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| I want a better role like struggling actors
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| I’d rather chill like I’m on muscle relaxers
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| With a couple of masterpiece chicks to guzzle my bastard seeds quick
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| That would be sick
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| Instead, I’m a warrior at war
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| Saying an American prayer like I’m Jim Morrison in the Doors
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| Praying I survive, paranoid as I’m looking out the window
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| Nigga, I shoot before the wind blow
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| Kinfolk, please don’t ignore this info:
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| Niggas get bagged and smoked more than indo
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| Who I trust? |
| Me
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| Save that «we» shit for Nintendo
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| Before morbid pistols
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| Blow you out this orbit
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| Forfeit, get low
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| Or get buried under horseshit, big bro
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| Yeah, I stay blasting pipes
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| 'Til I see my favorite rappers in the afterlife
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| I been kidnapped like Kanye in «Flashing Lights»
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| Held against my will, it didn’t last a night
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| I made it out in one piece
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| Now I keep at least one piece
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| Just add water, you niggas made a young beast
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| Unleash Jekyl and Hyde, the rebel arise
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| Several have died, so what’s beef?
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| Beef is when your captors are after you
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| For doing what you have to do
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| Killing the other half of their faggot crew
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| And it’s true
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| The color of my heart is the blackest hue
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| Understand this madness, sadness
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| If I wasn’t rapping, I’d be strapped to a mattress
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| Eating a Prozac sandwich -- goddamn, this is therapeutic
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| Since it’s the bomb, it’s thermobaric music
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| Stashbox weapons of murder occupy
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| More firearms than burning octopi
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| That’s why they call 'em «burners», I just taught you why
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| Get equipped, cause you slow learners got to die
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| If you coming for me, best believe I’m disabling you
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| Let Death set a table for two
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| If you coming for me, best believe I’m disabling you
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| So let Death set a table for two
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| I’m leading right now
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| In the race for the West Coast, I’m leading right now
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| I’m leading right now
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| In the race for the West, I’m leading right now
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| I thought I told ya
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| This is Southern California
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| C.O.B., niggas from the corner
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| Don’t make us draw heat down on ya |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stronger Freestyle , by - Crooked I. Song from the album The Block Obama, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп