| Watch it! |
| WAR-NING!
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| Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo!
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| I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
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| Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
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| Six by nine Pioneers up in my Cutlass
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| So I can bump N.W.A., and my tape — fuck it!
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| Gots to work to add to my little paper
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| Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers
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| Circulate the dollar pull a broad I ain’t the type to drape her
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| She roll and she real — if not, I got to shake her
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| Or turn her mind to the next page (face)
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| Face fears fuck, drama let’s get paid (paid)
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| Business first, then we’ll crack a spot so we can play
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| In the cut somewhere with some drink out the way
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| Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin
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| Without runnin some game, together we can stack it
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| Y’all niggas fuckin with the original raspy
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| Haters talk shit and they split;
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| Not knowin that they rolled right past me
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| I ain’t nervous — I’m lookin for plot for a debt that’s overdue
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| Hangin out the window of the rental, we dumpin over you
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| We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
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| Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (yes)
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| Bein a rider is more than sound effects
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| With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that’s next!
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| With a twist snap you fall
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| We duct-tapin your wrists, ankles, laps and all
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| We love that 'Goodfellas', 'Scarface', all that mafia stuff
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| But a few volumes of 'Faces of Death' get you coppin it tough
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| Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles
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| Writin checks that they insides couldn’t cash! |
| (ewww)
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| Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft
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| Pharoahe Monch and K, like chrome they popped off
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| Chunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did it
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| The murder, the mayhem, like 40 we Sic’Wid’It!
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| What the fuck do we have here?
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| Pharoahe Monch, let’s make one thing clear
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| Forget the tiger, I admire the eye of the bull
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| Spit it for the critics and the undesirables
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| Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city
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| I Bang- like -ladesh, plus bang like shit ain’t shitty
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| Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay
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| So advanced when I rhyme that you need time de-lay
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| These three and up company like Jack Tripper
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| To get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack the Ripper
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| Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher
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| Will rupture yout whole team and abduct your church pastor
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| You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind
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| With disastrous raps hard to find or follow
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| The motto — DJ Quik shit
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| Hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murda 1 Case , by - DJ Quik. Song from the album Under Tha Influence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп