| Yo, this episode happen out in New York, nice scenery
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| Candlelight dinner, cutie spending mad cream on me
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| It wasn’t a dream though, I met him out in Reno
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| Shooting craps in a hotel lobby casino
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| When he hit me with the digits, it was 718
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| I’m Carolina bound, baby, but I made it a date
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| It was the 10th of June, sex was too soon, but we was stopping
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| Like candid, a whole afternoon, I can’t lie
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| He had me caught in a zone… but why, but why
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| Cuz he was bad, bad, b-b-b-bad to the bone
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| He said meet me at home, I said I’m rolling with you
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| He said nah baby chill, I got some things to do
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| I was like, cool, but caught an attitude with me
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| He never even told me his real name, the secrets were making me sick
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| But I dealt with it, each card I walked into was sick
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| But he insist, caught in the mix
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| Gun fire blasting like blaow, blaow
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| I had wished it would happen anytime but now
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| Right before my eyes, it was bad news
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| Went over to the car, he was bloody from his head to his shoes
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| Remains a mystery, he knew when the hit made
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| But now I know, why dudes in New York keep a nickname
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| I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, gave the wrong sign
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| Now I’m off and on the crooked line
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| With the quickness, a weakness
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| Somebody better handle their business
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| Yo, cats stay fit, running through the Bricks, ducking hits
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| My dog, big jaws on the hill, wreck you waiting this
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| We thug grimeys, we don’t give a what
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| Queensbridge be the place where out of town brothers get stuck
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| But on the real, you know the deal
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| Cuz cat came through fronting, got his nappy headed cap peeled
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| Phony cats think it’s hot and sweet
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| But then ya’ll bitch out, when ya’ll sitting in the heat seat
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| So now you know it’s on the real
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| But blood is dripping out your dome piece, dropping from the hot steel
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| Another thug left dead, another unsolved case for the homicide feds
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| Another thug left dead, another unsolved case for the homicide feds
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| I’m having deja vu, the fucking bouncer from the block party
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| Wanna creep on you, ain’t no telling, pat me when I’m still yelling
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| All on your ear, protect your rear
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| Shit is getting real up in here, you playing me near
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| I think you better back down, slow your role
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| Stay on your tippy toes, prepare them hoes
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| Let 'em know whose running this shit, sink in the pit
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| Send in the fools on some gangsta shit
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| Suprise, muthafuckas better open they eyes
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| Realize who thug shit, blow when they die
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| Is what they saying to homey, done past away
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| My dun-dun, bringing heat to the streets, talking the thug
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| Snake and creep like me slidded out the jam, right into the jelly
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| Avenging starving Marvin, my underarms are smelly
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| I just got out the pen, let me in, let me in
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| I need to sip some gin, just cuz shit is looking grim
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| Like Klik Ga Bow, I ain’t know the niggas were foul
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| They got me caught up in the mix, with they crooked ass style
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| I can’t believe, that I can go down
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| I’m large like Marge, and I ain’t with the gun charge
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| So all you coppers and the pilots in the helicopters
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| Out to proper, to be a squad car hopper
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| Now I done told you once, I ain’t ever know his name
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| What you need to do, is trust change all on my fame
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| Yeah I’m the one that they talking about
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| Yo, Storm and Russ, niggas get me out
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| I love my Wu-Tang culture, and I’m bailing on you vultures
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| And going all out on my business like I’m supposed to |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wrong Place , by - Deadly Venoms. Song from the album Venom Everywhere, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп