| The jury starting off right it’s 21 to it and I ain’t eat right
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| Something gotta give cause if it, if it don’t i’m a pull a lid think i would
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| See that boasty nigga there he clown over there stuntin
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| Betta tone it down lookin like shark bait ridin roun town
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| Hundred thousand with the jury ridin with the motherfuckin top down
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| Everything black, black hoodie, black car, black e up
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| 15s couple traps like a good talk
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| Mug mean got him under my radar scheme
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| Investigator dancin like the cats for the dollas
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| He betta have the master like pitbull no stoppas
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| Alarms and the cameras with a couple rottweilers
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| Cause i’m layin down everything even grandmas
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| He woke up in the cold sweat finger on the tap
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| Cause he heard a noise dogg walkin in the back
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| Hella paranoid cause he the nigga with the sack got tree for sale
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| But he ain’t ridin with that crap
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| Hundreds in the kitchen? |
| Under the couch
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| Any amunition all through the kitchen
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| His family christian they from the south
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| Had a premonition figured it out
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| One or couple weeks ago caught me in the act when I was try’na tip toe
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| Snuck up on me from the back put the topic to my temple
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| Cause i didn’t get the memo brought the noise like a simple
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| Put the barrell to my dental
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| When i was sneakin through the window
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| With my underground extender in the middle of the night
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| On the morning of the mental and i brought out the light and door frame wriggled
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| Put the law in his own hands pop me like a pimple
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| Look gun dollas young nigga all gunpowder
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| Slidin through the slums lay a bum down for 1 dolla
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| Ready for the jack move niggas out to get the fatties or the achoo
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| On the creep in the chevy with the mac oo banged out with a face full a tatoos
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| Like cashews watch niggas go nutty on a mission for the money
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| Come out with a bloody wudy if you thinkin it was cute
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| Situation got to get ugly like fat bitches in the bathroom
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| Sack niggas on the map bout to get the scraps creepin like some racoons
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| Black hoodie with the black mask, sorry about the bad news
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| Got your chick tookin this sip lookin throw the bar cause your click lookin
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| like lunch meat
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| While niggas out here starving eat em up, hit em up, lit em up
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| Hit em up with the guards
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| Get in that ass like enema, denema, cinema wiff a the gas
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| Nigga where the stash at put it all in the bag pack
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| Ain’t talkin bout half that’s what the little homie told the other nigga
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| When he pulled a bullet point at his body with the mac
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| Winning his money back from the dice game
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| Cause the nigga just got cracked
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| Time to hit a lick my nigga this is a jack that’s what’s up
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| See I go hard or go home cause that’s my motto nigga
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| And I got great kool aid it’s undiverted my bottle nigga
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| And they got me on one now they rollin on this solo
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| Bunch of hollow points in this paper bag fore they all black pulled off four 4s
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| I’m up in this i‘m loco shoot a nigga ass up out this lo lo
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| Pull up slow with the halo get the hood out and then i let that hair blow
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| I’m a beast enemy of the state hop out the whip with the beam on the cake
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| Hundred roun brum barrells in the face anybody move motherfucka i’m a spray
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| C bone got them known for them desert eagles shoot a nigga right up through the
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| peep holes
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| They peepin thou for them kilos keep serving nigga for months let him come up
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| And when he do i send the little homies out to run up straight jacket
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| All for one one for all and my only reason now for this game is that i came to
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| ball
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| So get your guns nigga cause we on the run to get this money by the tongue nigga
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| Hey no mo sides we enemy fuck where you from nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hittin' A Lick (feat. C-Bo & T-Nutty) , by - E-40. Song from the album The Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп