| I ain’t came here to make friends, motherfucker
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| Y’all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps
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| Do you know who the opps is?
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| The opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers
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| It’s the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz) every day (L-O-X) on the
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| internet and gettin' away with it
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| Let that shit rip, Slay
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| Yeah
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| I was down with Biggie but you know I’m an outlaw
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| Shot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz
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| This ain’t a rhyme, it’s a fact, or an outpour
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| Pour out some liquor for the homies I can’t account for
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| Used to play the Beamer, gettin' high, playin' «Still I Rise» («Still I Rise»)
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| Never touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised
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| Feel for the hammer, I don’t feel the vibe
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| 'Cause you on a quest, I don’t feel your tribe
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| Told Slay get the K in, let it spray once then spray again to see who’s left
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| (See who’s left)
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| From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown
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| Test us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)
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| You a small island, I’m the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)
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| Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)
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| Oh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in
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| Ghost
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| Against all opps
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| It’s time that the streets unite
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| I’m your brother, we don’t have to fight
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| Against all opps
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| It’s time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is
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| Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)
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| Said the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)
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| Couldn’t agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)
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| Hearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)
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| Original cloth (Cloth), my era was just different
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| Been lit before the internet even existed (For real)
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| This generation is sickenin' (Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention
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| (Man)
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| Grown ass men in they feelings
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| Niggas say anything you put a camera in they face (Camera in they face)
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| But you won’t hear anything when a hammer in his face (The hammer in his face)
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| The struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers
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| Ghetto gospel, Makaveli apostle
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| Throwin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal
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| No gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)
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| I’m not a slave (Slave), went against the grain
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| Fought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav
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| Outlaw to the grave
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| It’s time that the streets unite
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| I’m your brother, we don’t have to fight
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| Against all opps
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| It’s time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is
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| Ayo
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| Think about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?
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| Hotter than P?
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| Fuck that, who hotter than me? |
| (None)
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| Don Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund
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| No talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'
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| These pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)
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| By theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em
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| Take his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)
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| Probably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em
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| What it look like? |
| I don’t even know what the hook like (Uh huh)
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| All I do is spit and make sure it cook right
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| Today was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)
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| Gettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)
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| Broke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)
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| Five lawyers, two cases (Ayy)
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| Ten large back then, that was just in aces
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| I ain’t gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)
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| Haters (Look at 'em)
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| It’s time that the streets unite
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| I’m your brother, we don’t have to fight
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| Against all opps
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| It’s time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is
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| Against all opps
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| My Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)
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| I know what’s up your skirt mane, it ain’t hard to tell (I see you)
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| You pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros
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| My whole family full of real ones, y’all are not those
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| Classic like daddy’s, keep a batty in the backseat
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| Ride shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)
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| No size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride
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| No lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry
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| County to county, man, these niggas know about me
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| International EDI, I get to it like it’s easy (Yeah)
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| Gotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'
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| Catch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)
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| Yellin' «O for L» 'til they throw me a cell
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| And even then I probably have the whole pen with me |
| Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh
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| Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)
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| This is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason
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| Young Noble, Sheek Louch, y’all niggas wanna see who?
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| Wanna see who? |
| Wanna see who?
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| Wanna do who?
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| They just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you
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| I don’t want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)
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| I don’t want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)
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| They’ll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)
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| Need to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz
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| Switch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw
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| Naw, no man is not to fear
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| And we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)
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| That we coulda even let Big Poppa hear
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| Everybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here
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| Prayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)
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| Somethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me
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| That’s it, filled to the top but the ride’s on E
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| Too slippery to ever let you slide on me
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| F your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)
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| The love’s unconditional, the bond is timeless
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| What? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Against All Opps , by - Dj Kay Slay. Song from the album Hip Hop Frontline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп