| I hit the 28th floor, step into a boardroom filled with execs
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| Manager flippin', five seconds from breakin' they necks
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| All of a sudden I threw in a cassette
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| The room’s filled with silence, all eyes on me, they wonder what’s next
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| New rule suckas, y’all lose suckas
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| Scream when you had enough punishment, after this, I run the shit
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| Pack your bags, I push rappers in front of movin' cabs
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| You wanna swing with us, but I’m duckin' your jabs
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| A mindreader, I pounce like a cheetah or a panther
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| With a Walkman on, high on Anthrax
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| If your question «Where them raw niggas?», here’s your answer
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| Girls (pick up the panties), aiyyo thugs (get out your handguns)
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| Now turn 'em on yourself
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| I got your style in my fridge on the shelf next to the tofu
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| A roadblock in niggas' careers, you can’t go through
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| Raw is the nigga to fear, and rehearsal’s where y’all should go to
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| Aiyyo, Dice, motherfuckin' Raw
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| Back the fuck up off me, you’re killin' me hardly at all
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| Man, just let a nigga do, his thing
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| Watch out 'fore you, get dealt
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| Dice, motherfuckin' Raw
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| Back the fuck up off me, you’re killin' me hardly at all
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| Just let a nigga do his thing
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| Watch out 'fore you, get dealt
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| There’s always been wack rappers, they been here a second after rap’s start
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| But I don’t know why real MC’s, let 'em get this far
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| But as the new caretaker, of Hip-Hop's graveyard
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| Reclaimin' the dead, I got new jacks wettin' they bed
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| Hop on like the boogieman and fuckin' sever they head
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| Or bury them alive, and suffocate 'em instead
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| Fill they tombstones out, throw your ass in a ditch
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| 'Cause when you in my zone, you die when you forget
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| Like when you forget who you are, or forget how to spit
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| Niggas bit Biggie Smalls, now they think they the shit
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| I remember everybody rhymed like Rakim
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| Niggas used to tongue-twist, it’s gotten worse than then
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| Nowadays you’re all hustlers, with a billy (?) stash
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| Don’t give a fuck, 'cause it’s all about the cash
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| And what is beef, sleep with the heat?
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| Yeah right, with water guns, y’all wouldn’t wet up Sesame Street
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| Aiyyo, Dice, motherfuckin' Raw
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| Back the fuck up off me, you’re killin' me hardly at all
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| Man, just let a nigga do, his thing
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| Watch out 'fore you, get dealt
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| Dice, motherfuckin' Raw
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| Back the fuck up off me, you’re killin' me hardly at all
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| Just let a nigga do his thing
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| Watch out 'fore you, get dealt |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The End Of Your World, artist - Dice Raw. Album song Reclaiming The Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп