| All this shit I did, now they supposed to hate
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| I can’t even count the diamonds in the Rollie face
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| Supreme clientele, I feel like Ghost and Rae (uh)
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| I just did a weekend for no license, need to smoke an eight
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| Pieces of my sock, hope I get up the block
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| Homie, if you know you not no shooter, just give up the Glock
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| I don’t want no pussy bull, I’m tired, just give up some top
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| Jumpin' out, fresh beef and brocks, hit the reefa spot
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| Cleaner than my second bath in life
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| Shit, my man got life, shot a nigga right on Second Ave
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| Right in front his wife, what’s the price? |
| (Uh)
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| Time to get the cash, necklace full of ice
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| I’m chillin', Xannies made a killin'
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| My white boy created an app and made a million
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| I own half, stop sippin' lean and took a cold bath
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| Seen fiends stone grab since firm did phone tap (uh)
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| Nas jumped on Forbes list, then I watched my life change
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| Off the bucket list of my life, I wanted a white Range
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| White Kings, spikin' fluent drunkies, do the right thing
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| Courtside next to Spike, it’s so funny how my life changed
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| Fear of God collection, told Jerry I need that new shit
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| Label get to frontin', I pull up on some Ice Cube shit (uh)
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| Harlem niggas been gettin' money, this ain’t no new shit
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| Stop actin' like you gon' do somethin', you ain’t gon' do shit
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| How I’m gettin' they mouth, hard to figure out like the Rubix
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| 8 ball full of diamonds, plus a fully loaded pool stick
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| Watch how you talk to me, anythin' makes my mood switch
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| My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel
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| I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (uh)
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| Them niggas ain’t gon' ride if you die, they only get candles
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| Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you
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| My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel
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| I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (Tony)
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| I can’t even count all the bitches my niggas ran through
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| Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you
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| Skippin' through hundreds, check out my handle
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| Get in the way of all these squares, shipped circles burnin' your flannel
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| Chronic zip tucked into my chucka, duckin' the Van crew
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| Visualize a life on the podium, need the Lamb' blue
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| Quick to hand your name in for murder they get the chance to
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| You from O.T. |
| then be careful, the streets’ll make an example
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| Wish me on 'cause I been eatin' more, rest in peace to the restaurant
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| Have you feelin' like the hood closin' in on you, you need extra arms
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| Came up bein' competitive, now it feels like the effort’s gone
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| You should know I got a star in the ghetto, watch what you steppin' on
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| Rocks to light me up, 18 years old last time my neck been warm
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| You a enemy don’t type me, I prolly' got a TEC message for him
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| Voltage high for play two-side niggas, better respect the fences
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| Talkin' like a gangster, can’t even cover your death expenses
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| Pushin' like it started all over again, that’s what excellence is
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| Killin' shit’s an extra sentence, leave here with the rest incentive
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| Holdin' up the neighborhood, knowin' the Hall of Fame is waitin'
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| Fuck your thoughts, I worked hard to get it under my favorite bracelet
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| Could have been in the race but you fallin', that ball and chain arrangement
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| Niggas do anything to shine, runnin' out of amazement
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| Mindin' your business now is key, don’t wind down in between the problem
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| I’m from the city always hungry, Queens to Harlem people starvin'
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| No block and you put the work in, get 'em in line and keep evolvin'
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| Put in position it’s gon' speak for itself when my CD talkin'
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| My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel
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| I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (uh)
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| Them niggas ain’t gon' ride if you die, they only get candles
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| Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you
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| My life is a gamble, good with the Desert, feel like a camel
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| I looked up to Tony Montana, Tony Soprano (Tony)
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| I can’t even count all the bitches my niggas ran through
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| Somebody gotta get violent, only way they understand you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Violent , by - Dave East. Song from the album P2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп