| I’m like Jesus to you
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| Rapping to me is like breathing to you
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| In second nature but someone had to teach it to you
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| The flow is hard like a Roman statue
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| I’m in the zone like Tony Rome holdin' chrome go in the back you
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| You’re goin' one on one with Vinnie Paz
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| A chubby ghini with a mini mag gimme' henny slimmy bag
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| And that’s why AOTP is tied sick
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| Cuz ya’ll, ya’ll all overrated like Mike Vick
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| An ice pick through you’re fuckin' frontal lobe
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| Jedi Mind and Outerspace about to run the globe
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| So you should be prepared cause' it’s apocalyptic
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| I’ll be the first one on the battlefield to cock a biscuit
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| You in on the statistic, just a mother-fuckin crab-rapper
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| Lyin' on the floor, why did I get stabbed, rapper?
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| And ya’ll are old enough to see Pingeon
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| It’s Vinnie Pazienza with my mother fuckin cousin DTOP
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| We don’t aim to please; |
| we in the squeeze just to break your knees
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| Leave you cryin' like a bitch if you don’t take it ease
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| Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
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| (All the pretty little whores)
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| I’d expect numerous nights, movin the mics, adrenaline rush
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| Move to the left, move to the right
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| So much henny backstage I started losin' my sight
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| So don’t run me up with no dumb shit
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| The fuel ignites, venomous spray, Sixteens headin' your way
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| And if I want you dead in June you surrender in May
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| Black guys and black moons when we enter the stage
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| These feral bones break forever and forever decay
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| The catacomb could pretend that this couldn’t weather the storm
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| I’m in the zone, tough as leather where content is the swarm
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| If it’s my home, it’s whatever let the weapons be drawn
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| I let your dome be the center of a traitorous poan
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| Ya’ll ain’t close to clever so watch your words
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| Or ya’ll goin' to be exposed forever as a knocked-out herb
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| Ya’ll fake pussy pomes, ya’ll got a lot of nerves
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| Open your mouths once again, you’re gonna eat the curb
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| Fuck it
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| We don’t aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees
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| Leave you cryin' like a bitch if you don’t take it ease
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| Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
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| (All the pretty little whores)
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| Outerspace
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| Ya’ll are like bitches, I talk vicious
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| Your walk switches and everything you spit is foul
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| My shit’s ridiculous nigga
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| Every word disturbed from the hood to the 'burbs
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| All my thoughts absurd
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| That’s why we chalk up herbs
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| Every syllable makin' them pull their skirt up
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| Rhymes is like rims I poke 'em out into the curb up
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| Son, you better roll when I’m rappin'
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| Every (??) of straight bullet you bitches are straight tap dancin'
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| We get it crackin' like coke back in the '70s
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| It’s 2005 nigga, crack open the hennas now
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| We allowed to say and do whatever
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| So whenever you want it bring it nigga, we do it better
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| And the reason that I know you a prostitute
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| You snitched, sold your soul and it wasn’t for a lot of loot
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| I gotta boot and it fit in your ass
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| Truly you’re as planetary, put your flags at half-mass
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| We don’t aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees
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| Leave you cryin' like a bitch if you don’t take it ease
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| Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease
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| (All the pretty little whores) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pretty Little Whores , by - D-TensionSong from the album The Essential Collabo Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп