| He a bitch, his bitch a bitch, his mama a bitch
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| And I swear, just let me see this nigga
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| Oh, hold on, and there go that bitch ass nigga right there
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| Start him out, that’s Ron-Ron brother
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| I don’t give a fuck who that nigga brother is
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| Ayy, run that, nigga
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| I’ll beat a nigga ass like his older brother, uh, like he stole something
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| You a know-it-all, wanna know somethin'?
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| If you ever disrespect, we gotta throw somethin', uh
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| Polished and debonair, forever fair is my demeanor
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| But match turn to flame when you pourin' gasolina
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| All that disrespect got me a lil' hot like Valentina
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| Guarantee ya I handle my shit, unanimous victory
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| Lookin' at our history, it’s a sick story
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| And they push our line and tell us not to be violent
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| A crime is to deny people and keep 'em silent
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| I been livin' on the margins
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| Eatin' leftovers out of containers where there used to be margarine
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| Marvin was more of an idol than Martin or Roy Jones
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| Wanted Malcolm before Tarver, why bother?
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| The plight of our life’s been a fight over centuries
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| The history books never mention me
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| Not in a light where we got dignity
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| But I’ll make you respect me eventually
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| So fuck y’all bullies
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| We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies
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| Never settlin' for subpar, bullies
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| Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off, bullies
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| Sayin' fuck y’all bullies
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| We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies
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| Never settlin' for subpar, bullies
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| Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off
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| Fuck nigga, I’ll have my brother come over here and murk your ass, nigga
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| Girl, come on, he ain’t even worth it
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| Nah, nah, fuck that, this nigga barkin' like he wanna get bit
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| I’ll never hit a woman, but my homegirl will
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| Keep talkin', I let my homegirl kill
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| She from Inglewood, got the chrome tip with the pearl grip
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| Educated with a homegirl feel
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| Devastated when her papa got locked up, she medicated
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| Anything but needles, stayin' heavy sedated
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| Numbin' the pain, she couldn’t refrain
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| Wasn’t walkin' with a limp, still usin' a cane
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| Who was to blame? |
| Mama remained drama-free
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| How she even survived another anomaly
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| You see it in her eyes, she had beautiful intentions
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| But she didn’t know her father sentence was nothin' but a modern day lynching
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| Holidays just got away
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| No phone calls, baby girl had a lot to say
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| Her misfortune, lookin' like she forgot to pray
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| When it’s in your face, it get harder to walk away
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| So, uh, fuck y’all bullies
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| We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies
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| Never settlin' for subpar, bullies
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| Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off, bullies
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| Uh, fuck y’all bullies
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| We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies
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| Never settlin' for subpar, bullies
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| Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off
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| Them niggas sayin', «Aha,» hush that
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| Had to fight 'fore I ever grew a mustache
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| Elementary, they running through your lunch bag
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| That shit never happen again when you punch back
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| Niggas sayin', «Aha,» hush that
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| Had to fight 'fore I ever grew a mustache
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| American history, everything they got, man, they took that
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| Now they goin' through your bookbag, uh
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| Si tú me entiendes te lo digo
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| Andar en mi zona eso es no más suicidio
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| Palabras afiladas como el vidrio
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| Eso es caliente, y tú eres no más tibio
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| Por eso, pelear no es buena para la salud
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| Leukemia
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| You think we violent, you got it, this country made us
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| The greatest place in the world, and we took everything we own, own
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| You think we violent, you got it, this country made us
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| The greatest place in the world, but they won’t never leave me 'lone, 'lone,
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| lone
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| 'lone, 'lone, lone
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| 'lone, 'lone, lone
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| What you be on?
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| Violencia solo trae la destrucción
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| Y all that shit is counter countin' bags
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| I wanna carry the cash in a pouch like I’m a marsupial
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| Another seed tryna exceed every ceiling that he see
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| Put that on me, breaking through every roof he know
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| In every school he go catching fades, still got perfect grades
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| They amazed and afraid, so truth be told
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| Don’t wanna conform, he take out a loose leaf and scribble a few sheets
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| And go in the booth, speak his mind, so in a few feet confined
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| Still feelin' a primitive energy that he need to release sometimes
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| Still lookin' in the mirror, seein' his enemy on the other side, so
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| Everywhere that I go
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| I respect the destination much prior to my arrival, uh
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| Never know what niggas concealin' in they hoodies
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| Motherfuck bullies
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| Bully was so bad, the Pirus and the Crips
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| They wouldn’t mess with him
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| All the bad guys from Piru, all the Crips, all the Crip gangs go out there
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| Everybody knew he the baddest dude in America
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| Where Bully at now?
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| Bully dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bullies , by - D Smoke. Song from the album Black Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп