| 12 years old, 1994 bumpin' «Come with me to hell»
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| Smokin on a J for the first time
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| Lord Infamous was one of the few that got into my mind
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| When I was high and told me to rhyme
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| Now here we are, 17 years later
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| Been with Hypnotize for a motherfuckin' decade
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| Runnin' my own shit, CEO Wyte Music Records
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| Everybody in the crew shoppin' chef blades
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| We up in the bread room, we creatin' magic
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| That most of you motherfuckers never heard in yo life
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| I was raised on the shit where they kidnap ya
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| Throw you in the back of a Chevy with yo kid and yo wife
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| I know that sounds fucked up and all
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| But messin' with the Mafia that’s as light as it gets
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| And the Wyte Music crew got some dudes in it
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| That’ll do it and more crazy, gruesome shit
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| I’m the young on the (?) happen to be with
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| It was all part of DJ Paul’s master plan
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| The perfect time for me to shine
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| Everything’s in line, it couldn’t happen any faster man
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| I run this shit and I’m the most supportin' piece of cargo when the money-train
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| passin' by
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| I get a little older, I’mma cocky motherfucker
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| And I still tote the .40 cal bitch and I:
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| (Buck 'em down)
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| So come and get some 187 Invitation
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| BLAY!
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| One of a kind, it’s the venomous Lord Infamous
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| You can get it if you in perimeter
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| Come on and enter da satanic minister
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| Penetrate, disintegrate and duh pendulum
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| Lord the barbaric, you get in my medic
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| I take out my beef before they start on the credits
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| Tartar konfetti, make you beheaded
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| Make all your bodyparts look like spaghetti
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| Picture your head blast around on my floor
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| Like that Budd on TV and you lookin' patethic
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| … for a second
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| So you can hear every word and you know that I said it
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| Flow kinda vicious, the very malicious
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| I know when I promise I will not regret it
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| Come in the gunnin' so keep the car runnin'
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| It’s gonna get bloody so niggas be ready
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| I am Lord Infamous and yes I’m very naughty
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| Every strain in my DNA is made from a narcotic
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| 'Crow and Lil Wyte rode the magic dragon to the party
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| Fuck with us and aggrevated murders are the charge man
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| (Buck 'em down)
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| So come and get some 187 Invitation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 187 Invitation , by - DJ Paul. Song from the album Come with Me to Hell: Part 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп