| It’s that nighttime
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| Opposite of nickel and dime prime suspect
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| I’m not upset you copy that style of mine
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| I smile at you mimes
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| You trying to be like that motherfucking shadow of mine
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| It’s just a matter of time until I grab the 9
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| Now watch my brain matter splatter and shine
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| Shatter what matters
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| What’s all that clatter?
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| That’s the sound of my pockets getting fatter
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| Licking the batter
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| I’m bout to bake a cake
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| For fuck’s sake all you fuck boys need to learn from your mistakes
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| Go jump in a lake with a brick tied to your foot
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| Burning these boys bitch
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| I’m black from the soot
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| They all wanna sound like us
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| They all wanna act like us
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| They all tryna look like us
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| Even tryna rap like us
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| Talking that triple 6
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| Talking that devil shit
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| But be careful what you say and be careful where you play
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| Because everyone know I sold my soul for this shit ho
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| You can keep your remix
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| Sounding more shitty than a pre-mix
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| $uicide coming with the new sound
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| It’s all the same shit in this town
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| Don’t even see your name in the newsfeed
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| How you think you gonna go and affect me
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| Bass in the trunk
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| Song in your head
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| The reason the people be claiming they dead
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| Fuck your life and your pipe dream
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| Might wanna watch what you say
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| Hop off the dick and go try and figure out how to get more than 300 plays bitch
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| You been working for the man doing all that you can
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| I been fucking bitches, I been flexing dirty Vans
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| Who’s your favorite rapper? |
| Bet I’m serving them
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| Murder them cause I ain’t ever heard of them
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| You a bitch
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| You ain’t shit but a fucking lick
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| You ain’t qualified to wash my mother fucking dick?
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| Mother fucker like me can’t be taught
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| Mother fucker like me can’t be bought
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| Come fucking with me and I’ll take you off
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| Claiming who it be but your ass is soft
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| Coming straight off of the block
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| There when the shit got hot
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| Coming straight from where you not
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| Come round here bet your ass get dropped
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| Came straight from the drug dealers
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| Came straight from the cap peelers
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| Came straight from the real killers
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| Leave you wrapped up like caterpillars |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tree Treasure , by - Elmer Bernstein. Song from the album To Kill A Mockingbird, in the genre Музыка из фильмов